Li Ru returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "It is my great honor to be valued so highly by the Great Chief. I am fortunate to be accepted by the Great Chief and I am willing to serve the Great Chief!"
Upon hearing this, Tan Shihuai was overjoyed, gripping Li Ru's wrists tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with delight.
"To have your help is like King Wen having Jiang Shang!"
"For a scholar to encounter an enlightened ruler is truly the greatest fortune of his life!"
Faced with Tan Shihuai's joy and praise, Li Ru also acted as if he were a thoroughbred horse meeting its discerning owner.
Subsequently, Tan Shihuai personally led Li Ru to Shefu's mourning hall to pay their respects.
Three days later, the scouts reported that the bandits who attacked the Northern Wuhuan had been defeated and had fled without a trace, and Shefu's remains had been buried on the shore of Hulun Lake.
As for the cattle, sheep, and supplies of the Northern Wuhuan tribe, they were all seized by the Xianbei and transported towards the direction of Tanhan Mountain.
Li Ru also stayed at Tanhan Mountain with peace of mind and became Tan Shihuai's strategist.
Tan Shihuai carefully adopted and accepted everything Li Ru said, and the extent to which he trusted Li Ru made Han Sui and other Han Chinese advisors jealous.
March 1st.
A gust of wind carrying the fragrance of earth blew by, and Huangfu Song tugged at the reins, taking a deep breath.
For him, who had been guarding Liaozhou for many years, this familiar atmosphere made him feel very comfortable.
Gongsun Zan, Ma Teng, Gongsun Du, and the others following Huangfu Song were also enjoying the breeze outside Luoyang.
Behind them were the cavalry of the White Horse Camp, the Blazing Fire Camp, and the Black Edge Camp. These soldiers, four in a row, formed a long column and moved slowly forward.
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