Someone else asked, "The grain has all been collected, so why not wipe out the Hu horses?"

Seeing that the crowd was no longer silent and had begun to whisper among themselves, Qin Ze's gaze darkened as he looked at Huang Yuanlang.

“Huang Yuanlang, you are Huang Long’s adopted son and also the deputy general of the Panlong Army. No one knows better than you what the Panlong Army is doing here!”

"Come here! Tell the people why they came to the Beiku Grassland!"

"Heaven is above, earth is below, and countless people are watching you. Tell the truth!"

Immediately, everyone's eyes fell on Huang Yuanlang, who was sweating profusely and whose tall frame was slightly hunched.

His face was deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, making him look as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Looking at the countless iron cavalry behind him, the cold glint of swords flashing across his face, he felt incredibly heavy, each step he took was so heavy.

The burning gazes of the people before him seemed to be scorching him.

He glanced at Qin Ze, but that icy gaze instantly made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Huang Yuanlang's throat moved; after a violent struggle, he gritted his teeth and said loudly:

"Huang Tianhu and his 50,000 troops are not here to aid the Prince, but... but to kill the Prince!"

"Huang Long wants the prince to die on the grasslands! He wants to eliminate dissidents! He has long harbored murderous intent towards the prince!"

"Hu Ma doesn't care how many people he kills! He only wants to use his position for personal gain; he's a shameless scoundrel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked, and the crowd fell silent.

But soon, her astonished face gradually turned red, and the anger that was already surging in her chest grew stronger and stronger, like wildfire on dry tinder, and finally burned completely.

The silence was broken by a child's innocent voice.

"Mom, this kind of bad person should be the one to suffer!" The girl looked up at her mother, pouted, and raised her little pink fist, waving it twice.

As these childlike words fell, a roar erupted from the crowd.

"You son of a bitch!! You beastly bastard!" a burly man in coarse cloth shouted.

"If it weren't for the prince's suppression of the Hu horses, we would have no chance to survive in the future."

"This shameless scoundrel actually tried to kill the prince! Huang... Huang... Huang Long, does he think he can act so recklessly just because he's a great general? This is absolutely intolerable! He... he... damn his mother!!" A schoolteacher, his face flushed, angrily took off his hat and threw it on the ground.

"With such a petty person in a high position, how can the world not be in chaos?" an old man shouted.

"Kill this scoundrel!" someone in the crowd shouted.