The days were long, and horses neighed. The setting sun was like blood, yet neither as crimson as true blood nor as steaming hot as Scarlet Blood. The fine horses beneath them kept stamping their hooves, raising clouds of dust. Several dozen Dare-to-Fight Warriors formed a circle, spears gripped tightly in their hands, several of them armored. Several hundred mighty, ferocious Hu People likewise rode around them in confrontation, all with bodies forged through hunting and fishing, and equally sharp weapons in their hands. The fine weapons wielded by the formidable Hu People of Liaodong were a factor that could not be overlooked. After a hundred and fifty years of development under the Yan State, some of Liaodong's great Hu tribes even possessed armored soldiers. Now they had become powerful enemies of the Dare-to-Fight Warriors.
The leader of these several dozen Dare-to-Fight Warriors was none other than Luo Xiang, who also led this expedition. Facing Hu men ten times their number, he showed not the slightest fear. Drawing a deep breath, he roared like a tiger, "For five years you have watched-by now you should know the name of our Luo Clan! Those who block our clan's road home shall die; those who sheathe their blades and leave shall live. If you dare, test my words with your blades!"
When the Yan State withdrew from Liaodong, the Hu People naturally seized the opportunity to occupy its former lands. After several years of thorough preparation, Luo Xiang received Luo Chen's orders to lead some of the Dare-to-Fight Warriors south to Zhao City and begin moving its people. As expected, the Hu People blocked them on Liaodong soil. But what extraordinary warriors the Dare-to-Fight Warriors were! Though only several dozen strong, they broke through one Hu interception after another and returned safely