Inside the Dzungar military tent, several foreigners dressed in different clothes were arguing over a map.

“The Qing army is now completely disoriented by our attack. We should press our advantage and take them down in one fell swoop,” said a burly, long-haired foreigner.

"No, although their morale has been boosted by the defeat, they are still prepared for battle. If we rashly advance, we will both suffer heavy losses, and since we have no outside support, it will be disadvantageous!" Even the foreigners who usually offered advice and strategies encountered a bottleneck.

The group argued for a long time without reaching a conclusion. Suddenly, a foreigner stood up and asked the man in black beside him in Chinese, "What do you think we should do now?" This was the foreigner who had saved Hongli. Although the foreigner didn't want to rely too much on the man in black, he had no other choice given the current situation.

The man in black, who had been sitting silently beside the foreigners, stood up and drew a circle on the map. He said in Chinese, "The terrain here is complex, easy to attack but difficult to defend. If we lay an ambush here beforehand, and then lure them into the trap, we will surely achieve a great victory."

The foreigners listened to the man in black and found his words quite reasonable. "But the Qing army is currently holed up in their camp and refuses to come out. How can we get them to come here?" The Qing army is currently short of troops and will certainly not dare to send out troops rashly.

The man in black lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then whispered a few words in the foreigner's ear. After listening, the foreigner praised the man in black for having the demeanor of a military leader.

The man in black smiled behind his mask. What use were all his abilities? Those who were meant to see him remained unseen!

The foreigners, speaking in the Xiongnu language, conspired with several others to lure the Qing army into an ambush, and then, using their knowledge of the terrain, achieved a great victory over the Qing forces.

Several Xiongnu people nodded and looked at the man in black with admiration. Although they didn't know where Jiru had brought this frail Han man back from, he had indeed helped them a lot.

The man in black withdrew from the military tent. Although he had been on the grasslands for so long, he still couldn't get used to not understanding their language. Giru followed him out. "Are you really willing to fight the Qing army?" Giru had always been suspicious of his help.

The man in black pulled off his mask, revealing Hongshi's face underneath. It turned out that after Jiru rescued Hongshi that day, he took him back to the grasslands.

Hongshi figured that since he couldn't go back to the capital anyway, he might as well stay here and assist them, which might even help him accomplish his great cause.

Hongshi said coldly, "Jiru, I have helped you win so many battles, and you still don't believe me?" He had meticulously planned each of these battles, not to mention that Hongli was also on the other side. He had put in a lot of effort, yet he was still doubted.

Jiru smiled, "But after all, he is your imperial father." Hongshi turned around, his face ashen. Imperial father? "He doesn't even recognize me anymore! Why should I still consider him my imperial father!" Thinking of the day he almost died outside the city, his hatred for the Fourth Prince deepened.

Seeing Hongshi's excited expression, Jiru knew he was genuinely trying to help him. "Hongshi, as long as you and I defeat the Qing army together, I can give you anything you want!"

Hongshi nodded. "Our cooperation has only just begun. Once we defeat the Qing army, this grassland will be yours, and the Qing Dynasty will be mine!"