Thinking about his future ascension to the throne, leading a large army to unify the Western Regions and commanding the world, Mokra couldn't help but show a look of longing on his face.

"Second Prince, the soldiers have all arrived!"

Just as Camorra was lost in his fantasy, the voice of a guard behind him pulled him back to reality.

Seeing the ten thousand pairs of eyes staring at him from below the stage, Camorra coughed awkwardly, then straightened his expression and said loudly:

"Soldiers, the Wusun have now gathered all their forces in their capital to defend against the Xiongnu. More than a dozen oases and towns two hundred miles to the east have become empty cities."

The beautiful women, gold, and jewels there are now all ownerless. Once we go there, they will all belong to you…

As Kamola finished speaking, his personal guards stepped forward and shouted his words to the Dayuan soldiers below the stage.

"Oh ho~..."

"I swear to follow His Highness to the death..."

Upon hearing Camorra's words, the ten thousand soldiers below the stage cheered excitedly.

Seeing this, Camorra on the platform also spread his arms wide, like a king, accepting the cheers of the soldiers.

Dumij, the deputy general following behind him, frowned slightly when he saw that Kamola had made such a move.

After the soldiers cheered, Komora turned to Dumij beside him and ordered, "You lead two thousand men to guard the camp, and I will lead the remaining eight thousand soldiers to raid the territory of Wusun!"

Dumijie hesitated and said, "Second Prince, do you think we should send someone to inform the King, and wait for the King's order before sending out troops?"

Komora snorted: "Hmph~, there is a saying in the Han Dynasty: time waits for no one; now the Xiongnu have led all the Wusun troops to the capital, which is a great opportunity for our army to take a share of the spoils."

If we are too slow and the Xiongnu take over Wusun, we will get nothing. Even Father King will not allow us to miss this great opportunity..."

"But……"

"No buts. I am the commander here. You have no choice but to obey. We'll talk when I get back."

Just as Dumij was about to speak, he was impatiently interrupted by Kamora.

"Yes, Second Prince!"

Seeing Camorra's resolute attitude, Dumij quickly and respectfully agreed, not daring to say another word.

Seeing this, Kamora merely glanced at Dumij indifferently before turning and walking off the stage.

Watching Kamora's departing figure, Dumij narrowed his eyes, then turned and walked in another direction.

Soon, Dumij completed the deployment of the soldiers below the stage according to Kamola's orders.

"Let's go!!" Seeing the eight thousand cavalrymen who were ready, Camorra jumped onto his horse and galloped out of the camp.

His personal guards, along with eight thousand cavalry, followed closely behind.

Dumij, who stayed behind at the camp, watched as Camora led his troops away and quickly returned to his own tent. He then took out paper and pen and wrote down Camora's actions of the day.

After finishing the letter, Dumijie summoned one of his trusted confidants and whispered, "Immediately take a fast horse and deliver this letter to the royal city, and hand it over to the eldest prince!"

"Yes, Master!"

Dumij's confidant agreed, then took the letter, bowed, and withdrew.

...

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Camorra instinctively pulled on the reins, slowing down its rapid pace.

By this time, two hours had passed since Camorra led his troops out of the camp, and the men and horses were somewhat exhausted.

Looking up at the somewhat pale sun, Camorra raised his hand to stop the marching column.

"Pass down the order: the entire army shall rest for half an hour!"

"yes!"

The messenger beside Camorra responded and then rode away.

Just then, a scout galloped from east to west toward Camorra, and the guards beside him also rode up to meet him.

After asking a few questions, the guard immediately rode up to Komola's side: "Second Prince, according to the scouts, they have discovered more than a dozen Wusun corpses ten miles away, and they also found the tokens of the Wusun royal guards on them!"

As he spoke, the guard handed a token bearing the mark of the Wusun royal palace to Kamola.

"The guards of the Wusun royal palace?"

Camorra took the token, a puzzled look on his face: "Let's go take a look!"

With that, Camorra spurred his horse and, guided by the scouts, rode toward the location of the corpses.

Soon, Camorra and his group arrived at the scene of the incident, where they saw ten corpses lying haphazardly behind a sloping hill.

One of the guards immediately jumped off his horse and went forward to check the situation.

"Second Prince, the bloodstains around these corpses have dried, indicating they have been dead for more than four days. Moreover, most of their wounds are in the back of their hearts, suggesting they were killed by their own people..."

"Oh? Are they fighting amongst themselves?"

Upon hearing the report from his subordinates, Camorra was slightly taken aback.

The guard nodded: "It should be, and these people are all hiding behind the earthen mound. It seems they're planning to ambush someone?"

"Could it be that our spies were discovered, which is why they ambushed us halfway?"

But who killed these guards?

Kamora frowned and murmured softly, still unable to figure out the key.

"Report!!"

Just then, a scout rushed over, carrying a letter in his hand.

"Your Highness, I have found a letter inside a corpse. It is written entirely in the Han script!"

"Oh? A letter from the Han Dynasty?"

Camorra's brow furrowed, and he took the letter from the scout's hand.

This letter was written by Yuan Shao. In it, he stated that the Xianbei people had entered Cheshi and were demanding food and supplies from Wusun, Dayuan, and other countries, and set a deadline for the two countries to prepare the supplies.

The letter was dated ten days prior.

"It seems that the Wusun people are using the pretext of intercepting and killing Han messengers to prevent our country from procuring supplies in time, and then inciting the Xianbei people to attack us!"

After reading the letter, Camorra frowned, his expression becoming unusually serious, and then handed the letter to his personal guard.

"Second Prince, these Wusun people are truly despicable, resorting to such vile means!"

After reading the letter, the guard couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse.

Now, there are still twenty days until the date agreed upon by the Xianbei people. By the time this letter reaches the capital of Dayuan, even if the supplies are gathered, it will be impossible to deliver them in time.

At that time, Dayuan would have offended both the Han and Xianbei forces at the same time, and the consequences of that would be something they could not afford.