One month later, at noon, all the officers above the division commander level gathered at the gate of the Yanmen camp in the state of zhao to welcome li MU's arrival.
At noon, in the valley to the South of the camp of Yanmen, a cloud of dust appeared. After a while, a team of hundreds of cavalrymen with the " li " flag escorted li mu to the gate of the camp.
Li mu was riding on a tall Red Horse. He had a long beard and was wearing armor. He used his left hand to control the reins. His eyes were as calm as the deep sea. He had a different kind of temperament. Even the most irritable general would calm down when he saw him.
"Greetings, general jianjia." All the generals at the gate of the camp of Yanmen bowed to li mu in unison.
Li mu nimbly jumped off the horse. His eyes swept over the faces of the generals who welcomed him, as if he was confirming and also looking for them.
Li mu was no stranger to these faces. They were all his old subordinates.
