Mo Chu had experienced many ups and downs in his life. He had once held the highest position under the heavens and had also fallen into the hands of his enemies as a prisoner. He had stood unshaken through violent winds and towering waves, yet he had never been as uneasy and fearful as he was now.
He sat in the command tent, receiving wave after wave of generals who came to pay their respects. He formulated plans, mapped out routes, and assigned tasks—all routine procedures that posed no difficulty for him. The forces of the Dragon King and Dudun were treated equally, while Mo Chu reserved only a handful of positions for his own followers.
The first night passed peacefully.
Mo Chu rose early the next morning and regained his composure. He ordered the army to break camp, then patiently waited for both sides to try to win him over.
Dudun and the Dragon King employed completely different methods.
During the midday rest, Li Man brought Prince Dudun's greetings and Little Yanzhi's invitation. The Dragon King's side, meanwhile, said not a word. Dugu Xian and Li Shun carried out their duties as usual without uttering a single unnecessary sentence.
The meeting with Little Yanzhi and Dudun was pleasant. They had both been valued by the Old Khan King during his lifetime, so naturally they had many topics to discuss. Mo Chu fondly recalled drinking the "urine wine" Dudun had brewed in the past, and the distance between them immediately narrowed.
Dudun ordered the officers who had mutinied back then to come apologize to the old general together. Each of them drank a large bowl of wine, bitterly condemned his own actions, and drew his saber to plead guilty, declaring that he would not shrink even if it meant dying