Your fiefdom gains one soldier every second, what should you do, Queen Mother?

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

During these three days, Ying Xuanze first let the captives of the Tu clan set up tents in the new area, while he and Huo Qubing continued to sweep the grassland with part of the Hu Ben Army.

They traveled northward for dozens of miles, and when they were about to bypass a plateau, Huo Qubing stopped Ying Xuanze.

"My Lord, this is enough. If we go further, it may be the territory of other tribes. With our current troops, if we encounter the main force, it will be difficult to escape."

Ying Xuanze nodded. They walked north for dozens of miles from the Tu clan's original camp to reach the area of ​​other tribes, so the grassland under his jurisdiction was safe for the time being.

"General, I have some information to report to you." A northern Hu man came up and said respectfully.

This Hu man was named Lu Song. Although he was a Hu man, he was a slave in the Tu tribe because he had half Han blood.

It was Lu Song who led the way all the way here, otherwise Ying Xuanze and Huo Qubing would not have dared to go too deep into the Bemeng grassland.

"Oh? Tell me what the information is." Ying Xuanze raised his hand to gesture.

"In fact, the grassland ahead is not the Bemon Grassland, but the Duolunna Grassland. It is the territory of the Pasu tribe."

"The Pasu clan?" Ying Xuanze and Huo Qubing both looked at them curiously.

"The Pasu tribe is also a Hu people, but they seem to be much stronger than the Tu tribe." Lu Song continued:

"It is said that several decades ago there was a country to the north of the Duolunna grassland. That country had a strong military force, and its soldiers were even stronger than us Hu people."

"But forty years ago, a genius boy appeared in the Pasu tribe. It took him only five years to unify the entire Duolunna grassland, and then it took him only ten years to destroy that country."

"But not long after that country was destroyed, this genius of the Pasu tribe suddenly died, and his two sons split the entire Pasu tribe into two."

"One tribe moved into the territory of the destroyed country, and the other stayed in the Duolunna grassland."

Huo Qubing asked Lü Song: "How strong is the tribe on the Duolunna grassland? How does it compare to the Tu clan?"

Lu Song's face was solemn. He hesitated for a moment before he said in a deep voice, "Very strong, much stronger than the destroyed Tu clan. However, there is still some gap from the peak of the Tu clan, but not much."

"The Tu clan reached its peak more than ten years ago. At that time, my father led 300,000 Tiger Guards to defeat the Tu clan outside Jiarong Pass."

At this time, it was Ying Xuanze's turn to speak, and he continued:

"The main force of the Tu clan was almost completely killed or wounded. Of the 200,000 Northern Hu soldiers, only 20,000 or 30,000 managed to escape."

"After more than ten years of recuperation, the Tu tribe has only recovered less than half of its strength. It seems that the army of the Pasu tribe has at least 150,000 or 160,000 soldiers."

Although he had just experienced a great battle in which the outnumbered defeated the larger force, Huo Qubing still gasped when he heard the number of 150,000 or 160,000.

At present, they only have four or five thousand Tiger Guards who can fight. They can deal with twenty or thirty thousand Northern Hu soldiers, but what if they encounter the main force of the Pasu tribe?

There is only one way out, which is death, and there is no chance of escape.

"My lord, let's go back first. We still need to make a long-term plan on how to deal with the Pasu tribe." Huo Qubing suggested.

Ying Xuanze nodded: "Well, let's go back first."

He led his team back to Jiarong Pass. After arriving inside the pass, he asked his attendants to bring paper and pen and wrote down all the achievements and discoveries of the past few days in a letter.

The court asked him to repel the Hu people a hundred miles away, but now it has not only wiped out the Tu clan, but also occupied its territory.

If this news were to reach the capital, I wonder what expressions the powerful people in the capital would have.

The news of the great victory at Jiarong Pass, in which the Marquis of Zhenxi annihilated 60,000 Northern Hu troops and captured 50,000 Hu people, soon spread throughout Xiliang.

The people in all the towns and cities in Xiliang were all excited after hearing the news, and they all praised the Marquis of Zhenxi for his bravery and fighting skills, saying that he was like a living god of war.

The people in Gaoliu City celebrated the good news with the sound of gongs and drums and firecrackers. Zhang Fei and Zhang Liang were relieved to hear the news of their lord's victory.

In the past two years, the Marquis of Zhenxi solved the threats from Wusun and Loulan in the west, but the northern Hu repeatedly invaded the border areas, putting great pressure on the people living in the border areas.

Now the Marquis of Zhenxi has annihilated the Hu army with swift and decisive means, showing the style of Ying Tianqian in the past. Everyone praises the general for having a good son, and it is true that a good father will have a good son.

Ying Tianqian, who had been recuperating at home, also heard the news and he couldn't stop smiling.

Ever since they moved into Gaoliu City, Xuan Ze had brought him good news one after another, which made him happy both physically and mentally, and his body also became much stronger.

Xuan Ze did not let him down. His greatest pride in his life was having Xuan Ze.

Almost everyone in Xiliang was happy, but some people were extremely worried.

For example, some bandit forces in Xiliang heard that the Marquis of Zhenxi only used 10,000 soldiers to annihilate 60,000 Hu enemies.

With such fighting power, what good are these little bandits doing? The few hundred men under their command are not enough for them to pick their teeth.

Of course, it's not just the bandits who are worried, some nobles are also...

Longxi City, City Lord’s Mansion.

"Report! City Lord! Urgent news from the border!"

A soldier rushed into the lobby. At this time, Wang Yuan was sitting upright on a mahogany chair with a bowl of tea in his hand.

The bowl used to hold the tea was high-grade porcelain sent from the capital, a reward given to him by General Huang Chan.

Wang Yuan took a sip of tea. Seeing the panic of the soldiers, he frowned and said with dissatisfaction:

"What's the matter that makes you so flustered? You are disturbing my mood so hastily."

The soldier was panting all the time. In order to deliver the news quickly, he ran all the way here after hearing the news from the city gate.

"City Lord, there's news from the border! The Marquis of Zhenxi... The Marquis of Zhenxi not only defeated the Tu family, but also wiped them out! He even captured tens of thousands of prisoners!"

"And the soldier who went to investigate the situation in Gaoliu City has also returned. He...he said that Gaoliu City is fine. According to the people in the city, the invading Hu soldiers were all killed by the city's defenders!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier heard the crisp sound of porcelain breaking.

It turned out that Wang Yuan's hands were shaking with shock after hearing the news. He couldn't keep his hand steady on the tea bowl, and the bowl fell from his hand, hitting the ground and shattering into pieces.

The precious tea bowl sent by the general was broken into pieces, and Wang Yuan felt heartbroken.

But after a brief moment of heartache, he was filled with fear. He stood up from his chair and looked at the soldier who had brought the news with a look of horror.

"You...what did you say? Are you sure the news is true!?"

He grabbed the soldier, his eyes wide open, and then asked, "Has the Marquis of Zhenxi returned?"