If it weren't for the Prince of Zhenbei annihilating his 80,000 troops first, he really wouldn't have dared to ask for Haiduku back.

But things are different now. Even if Tu Tianque wins, his forces will be reduced.

In this way, he could lead his army to find Tu Tianque and have a proper discussion about the future ownership of the territory.

Therefore, a bonfire feast was specially held in Beiyangmang last night.

Feeling exhilarated, he drank several jars of fine wine and got thoroughly drunk.

At this moment, Bei Yangmang, still dreaming, was talking in his sleep:

"Ugh... that old fool... that old fool got so angry he started a war... so stupid... so incredibly stupid..."

"Peace...peacefully guarding the grasslands...what is there to worry about?"

The woman in his arms frowned, carefully turning over, only to find that Bei Yangmang's beard was pricking her delicate skin...

"The king should probably trim his beard too..." the woman grumbled to herself before falling back asleep.

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Hurong Pass.

After a night of travel, Huang Tianhu followed closely behind Huang Yuanlang and arrived at Hurong Pass.

At this moment, in the city.

The soldiers of the Panlong Army are collecting grain from house to house.

Huang Yuanlang was in a hurry to advance on this expedition, so he did not bring much food with him. That's why he decided to take food from the local garrison's granary before leaving the pass.

However, upon entering the city, they discovered that the garrison commander's residence had only a small amount of food left.

Only after asking did they learn that Qin Ze had distributed most of the grain to the local people.

Huang Tianhu was furious and ordered his soldiers to collect grain from house to house.

He didn't want to be out of food on the grasslands after leaving the pass. Without food, it would be impossible to sustain a war and make it difficult to annihilate Qin Ze.

Of course, the grain harvest did not go very smoothly.

Inside the garrison headquarters, Huang Tianhu yawned and cursed.

"A bunch of unruly people! We sent troops to wipe out the Hu and Ma tribes, what's wrong with asking for a little bit of grain from you? Stop dragging your feet!"

Seeing his expression, Huang Yuanlang said in a deep voice:

"Taking grain from the people this time is not a good thing..."

Upon hearing this, Huang Tianhu flew into a rage. He jumped up from his chair, pointed at Huang Yuanlang's nose, and cursed:

"Huang Yuanlang! Father told me to follow your instructions when leading troops into battle, that's true, but you're meddling way too much!"

"How can we go to the grasslands without food! We'll fight on an empty stomach!"

Huang Yuanlang pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, saying, "But this action will probably earn us a bad reputation among the people. After all, when Qin Ze sent out his troops, he said he would fight against the Hu horses..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Tianhu slammed his hand on the table and roared:

"Qin Ze is stupid, and you're stupid too?"

"You believed his nonsense? You really thought he took the grain with him? He annihilated 80,000 Hu cavalrymen and who knows how much grain he stole!"

"His talk of distributing grain is nothing more than a tactic to win people's hearts. I think he just wants to rebel, so he's deliberately putting on this show!"

"Huang Yuanlang, your father said you have rich combat experience, so why are you so confused now?"

Faced with this merciless rebuke, Huang Yuanlang was furious, but he kept a straight face and said:

"But after this comparison by the people, I'm afraid the reputation of our Panlong Army will plummet."

Huang Tianhu sneered repeatedly: "Right and wrong, success and failure, all turn to nothing. The green hills remain. Qin Ze is going to die on the grassland. In the end, only our Panlong Army will be able to leave the grassland!"

"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. We will be the only victors. What do we care what they say? What can they say anyway?"

"In the end, the only news that will get out is, 'The Prince of Zhenbei died at the hands of the Hu horses, and the Panlong Army fought bravely to defend their homeland!'"