Zhou Yu felt a bit bewildered. After painstakingly annihilating the Northern Huns' elite cavalry, he then led over ten thousand troops from the Wuhuan who had surrendered to him, among them around five thousand cavalry.
Put simply, if these troops and horses were considered under his command, Zhou Yu had already broken even. Fine warhorses sold inland at a low price of sixty thousand coins each, and with six to seven thousand horses added up, it would amount to around three to four hundred million coins.
This was almost enough to cover the cost of resources. With a little more effort, it essentially became a surefire business, yet now, what was this strange situation?
"Hohoho, I never expected it to be the former Governor of Youzhou." Zhou Yu feigned a smile and said to Liu Yu, expressing his wish to kill someone now that the Wuhuan he had secured ran away like they had met their own father upon seeing Liu Yu.
