"Why did these Xianbei people retreat like that?"

"That's right, damn it, what a waste of all the hard work I put in to come all the way from Dingxiang!"

"What's that compared to what we have here? Our brothers from Youzhou are still on their way. If they find out the Xianbei have retreated, they'll be furious!"

Watching the retreating Xianbei cavalry, the Han soldiers on the Great Wall couldn't help but discuss among themselves.

After the Xianbei people disappeared, Zhang Xian, the Commandant of Yunzhong Commandery, immediately summoned a messenger and gave the order:

"Pass down the order to all soldiers to prepare for battle. Once the brothers from Youzhou arrive, we will march out of the pass and head towards the grasslands!"

"Here you go!"

The messenger responded loudly, then turned and left.

Zhang Xian's order quickly spread throughout the army. Upon learning that they were preparing to march into the grasslands, the soldiers excitedly began their preparations.

The soldiers who had been stationed at the Great Wall for many years were especially excited and could hardly contain themselves.

They had been stationed here for many years and had witnessed the cavalry of the grassland tribes invading the border region and killing their relatives and elders many times. They had long been holding a grudge.

Now that the imperial court has finally decided to take the initiative, the soldiers guarding the city, filled with hatred, are sharpening their knives.

The Han soldiers in the camp also began to move about, and the supply train began to transport various supplies in a steady stream.

The engineers were also preparing various facilities for building the camp in an orderly manner.

If viewed from above, the entire Han army resembled a colony of ants with clearly defined roles, making orderly preparations for their advance into the grasslands.