Chapter 947

Beigong Boyu smiled without a word.

Only interests could bring so many tribes together.

If it weren't for seeing Duan Yu's strength, if it weren't for knowing that sooner or later they would either be wiped out or incorporated by Duan Yu, would these people easily stand with him to oppose Duan Yu?

The Western Regions had long been out of Han control; the Wusun were now the sole power, having replaced the former Protectorate of the Western Regions and ruling a vast area of the Western Regions.

The King of Wusun did not want such a powerful Duan Yu to open up the Hexi Corridor and re-establish the Protectorate of the Western Regions.

And if Duan Yu wanted to open up the Hexi Corridor, he would inevitably have to wipe out the Xiutu, Rile, Liqian, and the Qiang tribes along the way.

These tribes were afraid of being wiped out by Duan Yu, afraid of being incorporated by Duan Yu and becoming slaves of the Han.

As for those Han people supporting him from behind.

Heh.

Han infighting was nothing new.

It was nothing more than the drive of interests.

If he couldn't even see through this, he truly wouldn't be worthy of being Duan Yu's enemy.

Clatter!

Clatter!

Clatter!

A burst of rapid hoofbeats broke Beigong Boyu's contemplation.

"General, the pursuing troops are already fifteen miles away."

The Huangzhong Volunteer Cavalryman on horseback said after arriving near Beigong Boyu.

Swish!

Beigong Boyu, who had sheathed his sharp sword, stood up and whistled.

"Lads, prepare to move out!"

The cavalrymen watering their horses in the river stood up one after another, gathered their weapons and armor, and mounted their horses.

The cavalry troop of about two thousand men delayed for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, then continued to advance along the upper reaches of the Lushui.

Less than two hours passed.

The eight hundred cavalry led by Zhang Liao caught up to the direction where Beigong Boyu had just stopped.

Zhang Liao, on horseback, looked toward the upper reaches of the Lushui.

Beside him, Xia Yu and Tian Tong followed on horseback, one on the left and one on the right.

"Upstream from here is the source of the Lushui, Xiutu Lake." Xia Yu said: "In my early years, I followed the Marquis of Xinfeng and watered my horses here."

The Marquis of Xinfeng that Xia Yu spoke of was Duan Jiong, one of the 'Three Brights of Liangzhou'.

Duan Jiong had spent ten years in his early years suppressing the Qiang tribes in Liangzhou.

He fought one hundred and forty battles, large and small, against the Western and Eastern Qiang, killing over forty thousand Qiang, and his horse's hooves had trodden almost all of Liangzhou.

"With the Old General guiding the terrain, this journey will surely be much faster."

Zhang Liao looked ahead with a firm gaze: "Pursue! Even if we chase to Xiutu Lake, we must bring back Beigong Boyu's head!"

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