Chapter 1457

"If..."

"If I agree to your terms, what will I receive?" Yu Fuluo lowered his head, then raised his gaze to look at Guo Tu.

Guo Tu smiled.

He had known this would be the result.

The reason Guo Tu had waited—waiting five days to come instead of acting on the first day the two armies met—was to observe.

If Yu Fuluo were truly willing to become Duan Yu's lackey, he would not have allowed the Xianbei army to remain on the opposite bank of the river for five days without taking any action.

Yu Fuluo stationing his troops there and doing nothing was a sign of passive resistance.

If it had been Huchuquan or Chanyu Qiangqu, they would certainly have sought a tactical opportunity to defeat the Xianbei and use it to claim credit before Duan Yu.

But Yu Fuluo had not done so; instead, he left the Xianbei army on the opposite bank, appearing completely indifferent.

People are selfish, especially those in positions of power.

Everyone has their own selfish motives.

There are people who would sacrifice their lives for the strength of their race, but such people exist.

But they are definitely not people like Yu Fuluo.

If Yu Fuluo were that kind of person, the two armies would have already gone to war by now.

Yu Fuluo held hatred for Duan Yu, but he simply had no other choice.

"The Han imperial court will appoint you as the King of the grasslands. Northern Xiongnu, including the Western Regions in the future, will all be lands under your rule. You will become the one and only King of this land!"

"Furthermore, you can also take your revenge and lead the Xiongnu to their former glory."

Guo Tu waved his hand grandly and began to paint a picture, just as he had done back when he was with the Xianbei, drawing a beautiful future for Yu Fuluo.

After a long period of contemplation, Yu Fuluo straightened his back and looked at Guo Tu.

"What is your plan?" Yu Fuluo asked.

Guo Tu's lips curled into a slight smile; everything was under his control.

Bingzhou, Yunzhong Commandery.

Twenty thousand Xiongnu cavalry were traveling outside Shaling County in Yunzhong Commandery.

The dust clouds kicked up by tens of thousands of warhorses obscured the scorching sun hanging high in the sky at noon.

In addition to the twenty thousand cavalry, tens of thousands of driven cattle and sheep trailed far behind them.

This was the Xiongnu's customary style and method of marching.

Cattle and sheep were the food supply for the Xiongnu army; as the army advanced, tens of thousands of cattle and sheep were driven behind them to serve as food at any time.

Heading south from Shaling, crossing the Baixiao River, one would reach Shanan County.

Once past Shanan and continuing south, one would reach Wuyuan Commandery and Dingxiang Commandery.

And this time, the Southern Xiongnu's mission in moving south was not to conquer cities and seize land, but to sever the connections between all the commanderies and counties of Bingzhou.

Therefore, after entering Bingzhou, Chanyu Qiangqu had his youngest son, Huchuquan, lead ten thousand Southern Xiongnu cavalry along Wuyuan Commandery into Shuofang Commandery.

Meanwhile, Chanyu Qiangqu himself passed through Yunzhong Commandery, preparing to cross Dingxiang Commandery and head toward Yanmen Commandery.

At this moment, the noon sun was scorching, and the Baixiao River lay ahead; to continue south, they had to cross the river.

Mounted on his horse, Chanyu Qiangqu stood on the north bank of the Baixiao River, looking south.

"If this journey goes smoothly, it won't be long before I see Suhe."

Chanyu Qiangqu smiled, his weary face creasing with old wrinkles, and said, "I'm getting old. Ten years ago, I wouldn't have felt tired even after a thousand-mile raid."

Beside Chanyu Qiangqu was Xubuguduhou.

"Chanyu, you are not old yet; you can still lead the men to charge and break through enemy lines," Xubuguduhou said, spurring his horse forward.

Chanyu Qiangqu shook his head and said, "Old is old; there is nothing to deny."

"Even the wolf kings and eagles of the grasslands eventually have a day when they grow old."

"Huchuquan was right; perhaps I really should go to Chang'an to retire." Chanyu Qiangqu waved his hand and said, "Order the army to rest here; we will cross the river tomorrow."

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