In the center of the barbarian generals' army, a tall young man in a cloak had eyes like a hawk. He ruthlessly swung his whip at one of the generals who had just spoken.

The whip struck the general's face, leaving a long, bloody welt.

"Anyone who dares to utter such words that undermine morale will be executed by this commander!"

This young man was like a sharp knife, exuding an aura that made people afraid to approach him.

"My tribe has 120,000 brave warriors, while the Song army has only 10,000 soldiers. In three days, I, the commander, only need three days to slaughter this Beiyuan Village!"

A middle-aged man said, "Respected Murke, we probably don't have three days. If we travel to the Northern Prefecture at full speed, it will only take one day. The Northern Prefecture will know our whereabouts by tomorrow morning."

Murk laughed three times: "The mere Northern Prefecture? Our Khan has personally led warriors from all tribes, forming an army of 500,000, and is on his way to the Northern Prefecture."

"The Northern Prefecture? The dog emperor's military town on the grasslands, how laughable! Feel the roar of the warriors of the grasslands!"

“If the Khan’s army cannot reach the Northern Prefecture quickly and establish a check on it, Lu Zai will surely send an elite force to raid the Northern Plains. I am worried that this will affect us and ruin your important plans.”

Murk glared at him and said bluntly, "Li Ganshun, are you afraid of the Han people?"

Li Ganshun lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.

Indeed, this person is none other than Li Ganshun, the former ruler of the Xia Kingdom.

When the last elite force of the Xia Kingdom collapsed, Li Ganshun took advantage of the chaos to escape and has been missing for many years.

No one knew that he was hiding in the grasslands of the northern desert, deep in the North Sea region, hiding in the Taichiwu tribe, and after several years of hardship, he became a strategist for the Taichiwu tribe.