"Damn it! Damn it!" Huang Tianhu was like a madman, his ferocity unleashed, as he slashed at Zhao Yuan with his sword like a madman.

Covered in blood, Huang Tianhu, knife in hand, eyes bloodshot, roared:

"Kill them all! Men, women, young and old, leave no one alive! Kill them all!"

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A full moon hangs high in the night sky.

Tonight, the sky is cloudless, and the bright moonlight illuminates the ground, making it shine like snow.

On this rare moonlit night, Huang Yuanlang led his army toward Hurong Pass by moonlight. His face was calm and his fighting spirit was high.

In his plan, he would rush to Hurong Pass tonight, collect grain there tomorrow, and with the grain brought by the grain carts, there would be enough to advance into the Beiku Grassland. He could then rest for a day and prepare to set off the next day.

The next step is to find out Qin Ze's troops and take advantage of his weakness in the battle with the Hu army to cut off his head in one fell swoop!

Thinking of this, Huang Yuanlang smiled slightly. After returning from this trip, he would be soaring to great heights...

On the other side, on the grassland, Tu Shadong, with a sorrowful expression, led several of his men, galloping on horseback. Although they were exhausted, they dared not stop.

Tu Shadong's face was deathly pale, and he was drenched in sweat. Only one thought occupied his mind:

"Only by sending troops can the threat of the Northern Hu be eliminated. If Qin Ze is not eliminated, there will be no more Hu-Ma tribesmen on this grassland..."

Outside Beiyuan City, Huang Tianhu rode ahead, gazing at the full moon in the sky. He couldn't help but yawn, then muttered under his breath:

"Damn it, I'm exhausted these past few days. After I take care of Qin Ze, I need to rest for a few months when I get back to Beijing."

"I'm never coming back to that godforsaken place, Beiliang. Next time we send troops to fight the Hu cavalry, let my elder brother lead the way..."