Even the snowy sky that was frozen thousands of miles away could not calm the war of the Huns. Their inner uneasiness had occupied a large tract of territory of consciousness.

The word "lost" is too close to them, and they can no longer accept it calmly. The glory of the past has become their only pursuit.

The two major defeats in the Battle of Mo Nan, or the change of ownership of a large area of ​​land, and the surrender of King Hunxie, these depressed news were very unpleasant, as if the thorns were in their throats, and they did not vomit. It also made Yi Zhixie feel that he was dull in front of the kings of the tribe, and it also made him unable to face the military minister Shanyu who had already thrown into the arms of the sun god.

Although Junchen Shanyu was killed by him, there is no shortage of what he should be hypocritical.

He thought how good the military minister Shanyu died, and he ascended to the position of leader, but he was incompetent and the dead should have any objections.

"This... it was all the bad idea of ​​King Zi's, which caused the Great Huns to suffer the great humiliation of losing their land and losing their country. He was guilty."

Yi Zhixie also knew the principle of trashing the blame, and learned to live. When he was using horse milk wine to spend his melancholy time, he liked to tear a large piece of beef into his mouth, and cursed in a confused manner: "Hmph, if it weren't for Misaren, Xi Saren was my sister, and he would have wished that he would have killed this rebellious life. If he had such a bastard, it would be useless. He also compensated his wife and his troops. Then what about Hanhu County and the Xiongnu royal court, ah, it would be a great shame."

This is the spring of the second year of Yuanshou. Although it was February, Langjuxu Mountain was still covered with thick snow, and the water of Yuwu River only flowed quietly under the ice layer, without entering the embrace of the entire world.

Yes, Yi Zhixie just lifted the curtains of the dome and looked at the white grassland of Mobei, and the sadness of a lonely wolf appeared in his eyes.

When will it take winter and still be in such a ghost place, it's really a sin...

He began to question himself in his heart, and at the same time asked himself whether this was destiny, the consequences that the high priest could not change, the destiny of the Huns from themselves, or the punishment for the Sun God to take power through the internal tribe of killing and taking power.

Haha, it's a joke. Since I took power, there seems to be no record of victory in the war against the Han army and the Huns, only boundless losses.

When Liu Che accepted Hu Xie, he vowed to declare that he wanted to "trample on Chang'an and drink the Wei River". How majestic it was, but later things were not as good as others wished. The more they fought, they were farther away from Chang'an. The territory of the Huns became smaller and smaller. What followed was the complaints of the princes of various tribes.

He finally understood that not only was the difference between the Shanyu who was the Huns and the King Zuo Guli. Moreover, the changes in the Han army had changed a lot in his eyes and became more and more threatening.

His only hope now is to simply, focus on fighting, and try to win back 10% of it, and be able to fight the Han army at the turn of spring and summer this year to eliminate the growing dissatisfaction in the country.

Yi Zhi raised his neck tiltedly, and just finished drinking the last sip of wine in the silver bowl, and heard the sound of horse hooves outside the dome.

Who came to Shanyu Court at this time? What kind of news will this time bring?

"Is Shanyu here?"

He could hear it directly, wasn't it just the voice of King Zuo Tuqi?

He comes at this time,

By the way, there must be war on the front line.

"Prince, Shanyu is drinking inside! Do you want to see him?"

"Then you go and inform me!"

Before the guard could send a message, Yi Zhixie shouted to the door: "What are you doing? It's not time now, so there's no need to inform me. You can come in directly."

As soon as King Zuo Tuqi lifted the curtain and his nose twitched, he could smell the smell of alcohol in the room.

Yi Zhi waved his hand and asked King Zuo Tuqi to sit opposite him. He ordered his servants to present horse milk wine, and tore another piece of beef and handed it to him, "Come on! Let's have a drink with me. I feel upset and uncomfortable."

King Zuo Tuqi put the beef back in front of him and said, "Oh, Shanyu, are you really soaking in wine all day long?"

Yi Zhixie smiled bitterly and said, "What else can it do? The war ahead is not going well, like a thorn in the eyes, and I have always been upset."

Zuo Tuqi said meaningfully: "The troubles are coming again now."

Yi Zhixie immediately opened his eyes wide and asked, "What? The Han people are here again?"

"That's right! I'll report the border carefully. Recently, the Han Dynasty's army has been frequently mobilized, so there must be big moves."

As he said that, he took out a piece of sheepskin from his arms and said, "This is news from Chang'an. The Han Emperor is very dissatisfied with the prophecy that the King of Zici said that the Han army could not cross the desert. He is likely to launch an attack on Mobei."

"Okay! Well, I'm ready to fight for this day, well, just say, how should I fight this battle?"

"This time is not the other time. Today's Huns' military strength is far inferior to that of those years. You can tell through the Battle of the South of the Desert. The Han people defeated hundreds of thousands of us with tens of thousands of people. The fear of the Han people in the army is already very serious."

Yi Zhi waved his hand and said, "Don't go around in circles, just talk about how to fight!"

King Zuo Tuqi was a little disappointed. This Yi Zhixie! After so many years, why are you still eager for quick success and instant benefits? What's the use of being anxious?

"I think it is better to convene the princes and ministers of various ministries to the Shanyu court to discuss and then decide."

"Oh! You have changed, and you listen to them. You don't look at the princes. They are all full of mind. When they mention the Han army, they tremble all over. Do you still expect them to avenge their shame for the country?"

Yi Zhixie said angrily.

Zuo Tuqi said, "But no matter what, the Shanyu should let his subordinates know... the benefits and interests of fighting or not!"

In fact, Zhao Xin knew about the news that the Han army was going to fight in Mobei, and he did not know much later than that of Zuo Tuqi.

He even had no doubt about this possibility. After the Battle of the South of the Desert, the initiative in the war had long been transferred from the Xiongnu to the Han Dynasty, and he knew this better than anyone else.

Therefore, at the Shanyu Court meeting five days and three days later, when the shouts of others calling for war were trembling, Zhao Xin sat in a corner and remained silent.

The wine is not afraid of the deep alley, which soon attracted the attention of the right general Huhan Kunmo.

"Why didn't Zici Wang say anything? Tell me, what good strategies can you do to defeat the enemy? Why don't you remember Shanyu?"

Zhao Xin still lowered his head and just drank milk tea. However, Huhan Kunmo's words suddenly turned everyone's eyes to him.

"Yes! Yes! Since the King of the Second World has been in the Han Dynasty for many years, he should have some understanding of the reality of the Han army."

"Why is Zici Wang silent? Could it be... he also feared?"

"Hahaha……"

There was a sarcastic laughter in the Chanyu court, and Zhao Xin's face felt a fever.

Although Shanyu married his own sister to him, he could still feel the contempt and indifference that came from people's eyes.

The Huns were surrendered and betrayed,
Chapter completed!