In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

The sky is vast and the wilderness is boundless.

In early autumn, a fierce wind howled across the northern grasslands, sweeping across the plains with a biting chill.

stomping on...

A cacophony of hoofbeats rang out, followed by shouts from afar. Dozens of Xiongnu cavalrymen, clad in iron armor, carrying wooden bows, and wielding scimitars, surrounded a tall, rugged man in a fur coat over iron armor.

This cavalry force could be considered one of the few elite units on the grasslands. After all, on this grassland where iron was extremely scarce, cavalrymen wearing iron armor were a rare sight, and the leader's status was even more distinguished.

The man's name was Huyan Lang. He came from the Huyan clan, one of the four major clans of the Xiongnu, and was a vanguard general under the Left Wise King of the Xiongnu.

Under the dim moonlight, the group headed toward the endless rows of tents in the distance.

The group arrived at the entrance of the camp.

Hundreds of Xiongnu men, wielding scimitars, guarded the area. Huyan Lang casually tossed a jewel-encrusted scimitar to one of the soldiers guarding the camp. The Xiongnu soldier, recognizing it as the sword of the Left Wise King's vanguard general, quickly returned the sword to Huyan Lang with both hands, respectfully saying:

"It's General Huyan Lang! Let him pass at once!"

The group moved the barricades aside, and Huyan Lang rode his horse into the Xiongnu camp with his head held high.

From time to time, one could see some Xiongnu people whipping the wounded men and women of the Central Plains, while cheers and shouts of approval rose from the surrounding area.

Seeing this, a cruel smile appeared on Huyan Lang's face.

Seeing the abuse these people inflicted on the people of the Central Plains, Huyan Lang's hands began to itch.

He originally wanted to go down and personally whip these Central Plains sheep with his horsewhip, but he was afraid of delaying the autumn hunting gathering, so he suppressed the idea. He thought to himself that when he returned to his tent that night, he would whip the Central Plains female slave he favored to death.

Before long, he and dozens of cavalrymen behind him arrived at a huge tent that was six zhang high.

He raised his hand, and the cavalry behind him dispersed on their own.

He then dismounted and tied the horse to a nearby wooden stake.

He entered the tent under the watchful eyes of two guards fully encased in iron armor.

The tent was already filled with Xiongnu nobles and generals adorned with gold and silver, and roasted lamb legs and ribs, along with mare's milk wine, were laid out on the square table.

Almost every Xiongnu man had a young girl kneeling beside him, barely clothed, with some whip marks and bruises on her body.

Some of the Xiongnu nobles, completely oblivious to the occasion, lewdly reached their hands inside the clothes of the Central Plains girls, and the tent was filled with decadent panting sounds.

Hu Yanlang sat down on the left-hand side, where a fair-skinned girl from the Central Plains was kneeling beside him. Hu Yanlang pulled the girl into his arms and vigorously rubbed her body with his large hands.

At this moment, two burly men in floor-length brocade robes entered the tent, chatting and laughing. Upon seeing this, the others stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings to the Left (Right) Wise King."

"Haha, you are all fine young men of my grasslands. May the Wolf God protect you."

The Xiongnu people on the grasslands worshipped a grassland god called the Wolf God. Legend has it that as long as one's faith is sincere enough, the Wolf God will bestow blessings upon the grasslands and guide them in the right direction.

The two wise kings sat down on the chairs to the left and right of the main seat.

At this moment, a middle-aged man, two meters tall, with an imposing expression and wearing a tiger-skin silver armor, walked steadily into the tent.

At this moment, everyone present, including the Left and Right Wise Kings, simultaneously rose and knelt on one knee, saying in a deep voice:

"Greetings, Chanyu..."

The newcomer was none other than Touman, the Chanyu of the Xiongnu. Touman sat in his special chair and spoke in a booming voice:

"Everyone, get up and sit down to talk."

The group returned to their seats, and although they were not as dignified, they no longer acted recklessly.

"It's autumn hunting season again. Today, under the guidance of the wolf god of the grasslands, we, the Xiongnu, have gathered 400,000 warriors of the grasslands here. The Qin army in the north has only 100,000 men. How can they possibly stop the hooves of our Xiongnu cavalry?"

Tou Mann paused for a moment, looked around, and said loudly:

"This autumn hunt, the Chanyu intends to conquer the northern cities in one fell swoop, allowing our steppe men to roam freely in the rich and prosperous Central Plains, plunder their grain and treasures, and abduct their women."

Upon hearing this, the generals and nobles below all showed longing and anticipation. Every autumn hunt, they could obtain countless grains, valuables, and beautiful girls from the Central Plains.

The Left Wise King, standing to the side, spoke in a deep voice:

"Shanyu, if we really plunder the north, won't we face relentless retaliation from Qin?"

The Chanyu laughed heartily and patted the Left Wise King on the shoulder.

"Left Wise King, are you getting senile? We grassland men are protected by the Wolf God on the grassland. Even if the Qin state sends a large army, they probably won't be able to find us. Without supplies, they can only return empty-handed. Besides, this is the Wolf God's decree. Do you have any objections?"

The Left Wise King sighed and said:

"I dare not, I will obey the will of the Wolf God and the Chanyu in everything."

"Haha, that's more like it. Let the Left Wise King lead the vanguard this time."

The Left Wise King's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he still agreed.

The Right Wise King, on the other hand, wore a gloating expression.

"Haha, my lads, let's enjoy the good meat and wine tonight! Tomorrow we'll march our troops north!"

Then the Xiongnu nobles and generals below no longer concealed their lust and began a decadent revelry...

The next day,

The 100,000-strong army led by the Left Wise King did not immediately set out. Instead, he sent 10,000 cavalrymen in ten teams to scout out intelligence around the northern lands and plunder the surrounding villages.

Liu Family Village in the North

A child was skipping and hopping as he herded several lambs home.

Several elderly men were sitting under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, taking a break to cool off.

Every now and then, two or three strong young men would carry wooden plows along the dirt roads in the village.

At this time, wisps of smoke rose from most of the houses in Liujia Village.

At this moment, clouds of dust rose up from the east side of Liujia Village.

The old man at the village entrance squinted his eyes.

"Old Li, look, it looks like a sandstorm is coming!"

"Are you getting senile, Lao Liu? That's clearly dust kicked up by horses' hooves."

As soon as the old man named Lao Li finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and stood up shakily, looking in the direction where the dust was rising.

Amidst the sandstorm, thousands of fierce figures wielding curved swords slowly emerged.

"No, this is bad, they are Xiongnu wolf soldiers!"

The other villagers also noticed the anomaly, and the once peaceful village suddenly became noisy.

On a nimble warhorse,

The leader of the Xiongnu cavalry brandished his scimitar and let out a strange cry:

"Kill them all, and kidnap their women and children!"

P.S.: The Demon Suppression Pass is over. I never imagined that Yu Mo would die with the infamous reputation of being a human executioner. It's truly heartbreaking...