As for this tiger army, no one can mobilize them except the order of the Lord of Dongliang.
It is equivalent to the Thousand Feather Guards formed by Murong Bing now.
"Descendants of the Tiger Ben Army!" Zhao Rui was also extremely excited.
Sixty years ago, after King Jingtian was killed, this group of people disappeared without a trace as if they had evaporated from the world.
Fan Hu nodded repeatedly and took out a military badge from his body.
"This is my family's identity card, please take a look at it!"
Zhao Rui took over the military card, and the shock in his eyes became a little more intense.
It says Tiger Ben Army, Zuo Army Zhonglang General, Fan Hu!
This sign must have been around for sixty or seventy years. If the original owner of the sign was also named Fan Hu, it would prove that members of the Huben Army not only passed down the general sign, but also passed down the name from generation to generation.
"I understand, all the men in your family are named Fan Hu, right?"
Fan Hu nodded heavily.
"This name came to me from my great-great-grandfather! The Tiger and Ben army did not disappear. We just suspected that there was something fishy in King Jingtian's death. Moreover, King Jingtian only gave us the order to raid Rongdi and did not issue any orders.
Order to retreat! So our ancestors marched westward."
Having said this, Fan Hu sighed helplessly.
"If we hadn't traveled a long distance, were unfamiliar with the place, and lost our way, the twenty kingdoms of Rong and Di would have been destroyed by us!"
There was a little more excitement in Zhao Rui's eyes, that was the Dongliang Tiger Army that once shocked the world.
Judging from the fact that Fan Hu inherited the military card and was so loyal to King Jingtian, these descendants of the Tiger Army should be able to form a powerful army.
If we can bring them under our command, it will be easy to unite the thirty-six countries in the western region, revive Rouran, and destroy the Xiongnu in the east.
"Fan Hu, how many descendants of the Tiger Army like you are there?" Zhao Rui asked impatiently.
"There are only 3,000 people who have inherited the military card! But there are 20,000 people who can fight!"
Hearing this, Zhao Rui's eyes became a little more excited.
"Okay! Then, as the descendant of King Jingtian, I will now order all the descendants of the Tiger Army to continue fighting with me. Are you willing?"
As if he had found his backbone, Fan Hu knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
"For sixty years, we people have been wandering around the Western Region like bereft dogs. Today we finally found our master! The King Yu sword and this jade pendant in your hand are enough to command all the descendants of the Tiger and Ben army."
Zhao Rui secretly clenched his fists. With such an elite team in hand, if he wanted to, he could even directly conquer the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions by force.
While he was talking, there were suddenly very slight footsteps outside the door, and the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
Zhao Rui immediately became vigilant, and half of the King Yu Sword in his hand was pulled out.
Fan Hu reacted extremely quickly, turning over and leaning against the door.
"The king, it seems he is the vicious slave who has been staring at you in the hall just now!"
Zhao Rui narrowed his eyes slightly, showing some murderous intent.
"Since they are here to seek death, you can't blame us for being rude! Open the door!"
Fan Hu received the order and immediately opened the door. The Huns outside immediately rushed in with scimitars in hand.
Zhao Rui held the long sword in his hand and swept out sideways, immediately cutting the four Huns in half.