Wen Yang reluctantly bid farewell to the many friends he had made among the Xianbei and took his elite troops to rendezvous with Yang Hu.
Wen Yang had not spent all this time offending people. He had also made some good friends.
The Xianbei greatly admired heroes with outstanding martial prowess.
In their eyes, talent for command could not compare with personal valor.
Someone as young as Wen Yang, with such extraordinary martial skills, was actually very popular among the Xianbei. Apart from those he had humiliated, the chieftains of the various tribes were all eager to befriend him. Several even thumped their chests and declared that if they had children in the future, they would name them after Wen Yang!
Wen Yang already understood their customs, so he took no offense.
By the time Wen Yang led his elite cavalry out of Shengle and reached Yang Hu, Tuoba Liwei had already left. He had even taken a detour to avoid running into Wen Yang.
Wen Yang was stunned at the sight of the tents in the distance and the vast host of cavalry.
He quickly ordered his cavalry to encamp there, then took Duan Qizhen and Zu Wu with him to see Yang Hu.
Wen Yang plunged straight into Yang Hu's command tent.
Yang Hu was standing inside with his head lowered. A huge map lay on the table before him.
The map was made of sheepskins sewn together rather than paper, and it even looked somewhat three-dimensional.
Wen Yang hurriedly bowed in greeting.
"General... I never imagined you were so concerned for my safety that you would lead an army here to find me... I truly..."
Wen Yang really was rather touched. To ensure his safety, Yang Hu had actually led so many men into Tuoba territory.
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