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Chapter 660 Reorganizing the Army, 3 Murong Xianbei

"Now that the target has been identified, I wonder if Khan Murong has begun formulating a battle plan?"

Yuwen Chengdu shook his head and spoke directly to Murong Jun.

Without a battle plan, he wouldn't let the Ironclad Cavalry be foolish enough to be used as pawns by the Murong Xianbei.

"That's right, I can't wait to see how those He cadres tremble before the Iron Pagoda."

Jin Wuzhu, dressed in a fur coat and holding a golden sparrow axe, was also eager to try.

"General Yuwen, rest assured, the main force in this battle will be the warriors of our Murong Xianbei clan. You two generals and these heavy cavalry only need to stay in the rear."

Murong Jun nodded. He didn't expect Yuwen Chengdu and his companion to bring this heavily armored cavalry, which looked like they were rolling in money, to fight for them everywhere.

Subsequently, Murong Chui and Murong Jun stood on the high earthen platform and began to mobilize their Murong Xianbei clan, which numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

As soon as Murong Jun opened his mouth, his powerful voice resonated across the vast grassland like a great bell, clearly reaching the ears of every Xianbei warrior.

"My sons of the Murong clan, we are all of the Xianbei people, we have drunk the winds of the grasslands together, and trod this land together!"

"However, there is now a tribe that has forgotten our shared bloodline and our tribal precepts!"

Murong Jun's voice was filled with indignation. He raised his arm and pointed to the distant horizon, as if that was the direction where the He cadres were located.

"Those He cadres, how dare they collude with the Jurchen people, those enemies who once caused us to be displaced and our families to be torn apart!"

"They have forgotten how we, the Xianbei, struggled to survive under the iron heel of the Jurchens, and how we reclaimed our dignity and land in countless battles!"

Murong Jun's words ignited the fury in the hearts of all the Xianbei warriors like a raging fire.

"Now, they're going to push us into that endless abyss of darkness once again!"

"Do you want to see our Xianbei people enslaved and slaughtered again?"

Murong Jun's voice suddenly became deep and powerful, and his eyes swept over the soldiers below the stage.

"I don't want to!"

The Xianbei people below the stage, whose emotions had been successfully stirred up by Murong Jun, roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth, as if they were about to overturn the entire grassland.

"good!"

"Then let us, together, use our blood and courage to teach those traitors a lesson, and to tell the entire grassland that the dignity and honor of the Xianbei people are inviolable!"

Murong Jun shouted, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Warriors, we are about to fight for the future of the Xianbei, for our descendants to be able to roam freely across this grassland!"

"The He cadres are merely a small obstacle on our journey, but their very existence is an insult and a provocation to the Murong Xianbei!"

As Murong Jun finished speaking, Murong Chui also stepped forward, his voice steady.

"Now, I want you to use your sabers, your bows and arrows, and all your strength to show those traitors what true Xianbei warriors are!"

Murong Chui's words swept through the entire tribe like a whirlwind, igniting the fighting spirit of all the Murong clan Xianbei men.

Under the mobilization of Murong Chui and Murong Jun, the entire Murong Xianbei camp was in an uproar.

Many young and strong members of the Murong Xianbei clan returned to their tents to prepare their equipment and weapons for the expedition.

Before long, an army of 30,000 brave warriors was ready to go.

These brave young men of the Murong Xianbei clan were all tall and strong, with bulging muscles and fierce expressions on their faces.

They were dressed in all sorts of leather armor and battle robes, some even wearing animal skin coats, making them look extremely wild.

The weapons in their hands were also varied, including sharp sabers, heavy spears, accurate bows and arrows, and spiked clubs that made a whooshing sound when swung.

On his own warhorse, the horse was also a carefully selected steed, with a glossy coat and a steady gait.

Murong Chui stood on high ground, looking at this army with high morale, and felt a surge of pride.

These warriors are the future and hope of the Murong Xianbei. With these brave and skilled young men, the status and future of the Murong Xianbei on the grasslands will be determined.

"Set off!"

With a wave of his hand, Murong Chui commanded that 30,000 Xianbei soldiers surged out of the camp like a torrent, rushing across the grasslands and heading straight for the Hegan tribe.

Murong Chui, the unparalleled commander, finally showed his true prowess. Under his command, the 30,000 Xianbei soldiers moved with ease, like a pack of wolves on the grassland, galloping fiercely across the plains.

They galloped along the grassland path, their hooves thundering through the sky, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sun.

Murong Chui sat on his warhorse at the forefront of the army, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at the distant horizon, as if he could already see the terrified face of Hegan Gui, the leader of the Hegan people.

Murong Chui sat on his warhorse at the forefront of the army, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at the distant horizon, as if he could already see the terrified face of Hegan Gui, the leader of the Hegan people.

Under Murong Chui's leadership, 30,000 Xianbei soldiers swept across the entire grassland like an unstoppable whirlwind.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves filled the tribes along the way with great fear, causing them to give way and not daring to stop them.

Meanwhile, Yuwen Chengdu and Jin Wuzhu, leading the Ironclad Cavalry, moved slowly behind.

They watched the Xianbei army galloping away ahead, their hearts unmoved.

This battle was a demonstration of the strength of the Murong Xianbei, and it would also determine the extent of their future support from Cangzhou.

Therefore, the Murong clan of Xianbei would definitely go all out in this battle, and Murong Chui, who was in charge of the troops, was ordered by Murong Jun to annihilate the Hegan people at all costs, regardless of the number of casualties.

"Brother, this Murong Xianbei army is quite something; they look pretty well-organized!"

Jin Wuzhu looked at the well-organized cavalry in front and couldn't help but sigh.

"Indeed, Murong Chui is indeed the peerless commander that the lord specifically mentioned in his letter."

"The Xianbei army he commanded advanced and retreated in an orderly and uniform manner, as if every soldier was in sync with him and could move as if they were his own limbs."

"To be able to train a group of undisciplined nomadic tribesmen into such an elite cavalry force is truly remarkable!"

Yuwen Chengdu nodded slightly, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

At the same time, Murong Chui sat on his warhorse, his calm gaze sweeping over his surroundings, as if every detail was under his control.

Under his command, generals including Murong Ling, Murong Nong, Murong Long, and Murong Xi, each led elite cavalry units, following closely behind.

As a general and descendant of Murong Chui, Murong Ling made great contributions when Murong Chui raised his army, but was later killed because of the "Golden Knife Scheme".

Murong Nong then roamed the Central Plains, defeating Fu Pi and the Dingling Zhai clan, pursuing them all the way to Liaodong, not only recovering Longcheng, but also subduing Goguryeo and capturing several cities.

Murong Long made the greatest contribution in the Battle of Yecheng. His Longcheng cavalry was brave and invincible, and later he even beheaded Tuoba Qian, the number one general of Northern Wei.

Although Murong Xi was still young, he demonstrated outstanding military talent under the leadership of Murong Chui.