"Boom, boom, boom..."
Beneath the vast sky, across the boundless earth, war drums thundered madly.
On the sweeping Grasslands, an army nearly five hundred thousand strong slowly advanced toward the setting sun.
Amid the neighing of warhorses, a scout galloped up to the head of the army, dismounted, and solemnly saluted its commander.
"Reporting to the general! Twenty li ahead lies the Xiongnu border. Their messenger eagles learned of our Western Expedition, and the Xiongnu have now assembled a million troops at the border. Four hundred thousand are cavalry, and the remaining six hundred thousand are infantry. They appear to be preparing an ambush!"
At these words, the generals frowned and began discussing the matter.
Directly before the scout, Meng Tian sat astride a black warhorse, clad in black armor and holding a black Qin Sword. His brows creased slightly as he looked toward the far end of the Grasslands.
"A million troops?" Meng Tian murmured, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
Ever since the war with Goguryeo began, his army had swept forward like a blade splitting bamboo, defeating its forces again and again. Within a few short months, he had destroyed both Goguryeo and the Turkic Khaganate. Of their surviving people, some had died and others had fled; their former glory had long since vanished.
Afterward, he had received word that Yu Huatian intended to visit the War God Hall and wanted him to come along.
But to him, destroying the Xiongnu meant far more than visiting the War God Hall.
After all, this was a hatred spanning a thousand years, and destroying the Xiongnu had also been his original ambition.
Now that its fulfillment lay within sight, how could he give up?
Thus, he had resolutely continued leading his army west, intending to destroy the