The rest of you, hurry up and prepare, select eloquent envoys, prepare generous gifts, and secretly go to the Xianbei royal court!
"Take Qiangqu of the Xiongnu, for example. He has already colluded with the Han, intending to use the Han's power to return to the northern deserts and challenge the might of the Xianbei's supreme ruler. Go quickly!"
As the order was given, the generals inside the tent seemed to wake from a dream, and they all accepted the command. Then, with eyes full of fear and awe, they glanced hastily at Li Ru and quickly left the tent.
Inside the tent, only Wugu Lu's heavy breathing and the crackling of the brazier remained.
He took a big gulp of the spicy mare's milk wine, the liquid dripping down his thick beard.
Wugu Lu wiped his mouth and looked at Li Ru again, his admiration now undisguised.
“Mr. Li!” Wugu Lu’s voice lowered, with a hint of intimacy, “From today onwards, you will stay in my tent and be my advisor (in the Wuhuan language, meaning strategist or military advisor). We will share meat and wine!”
"Thank you, Chief!"
Li Ru bowed slightly, still with that gloomy and silent demeanor, his voice flat and emotionless, revealing no trace of joy.
Wugulu laughed heartily, took another swig of wine, and seemed to already see the glorious scene of the Xiongnu and Xianbei fighting bloody battles, the smoke of war rising over the Han lands, and his Wuhuan reaping the benefits.
Li Ru stood with his hands at his sides, his lowered eyelids concealing the fleeting, cold glint in the depths of his eyes.
Deep within that cold gleam lay the outline of the Han dynasty's lands and rivers a thousand miles away, the countless lives groaning under the blades of the barbarian cavalry, and Jia Xu's unfathomable eyes that seemed to see through everything.
The wind and snow howled even more fiercely outside the tent.
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