In fact, in his memory, the stories of his ancestors exploring territory and attacking foreign enemies in the early years often made him feel that as a Hun, he was very proud and proud at that time.

At that time,

Just when the Han Dynasty was just beginning to establish its country and Liu Bang dared not compete, what was the situation?

On the letters sent by the Huns to the Han Dynasty, it often reads like this: "The Great Huns Shanyu Jing, established by Heaven, asked the Emperor of the Han Dynasty for his good health."

However, the Han Dynasty did not dare to have any objection, but followed the letter from the Huns and wrote, "The Emperor of the Han Dynasty asked the Great Shanyu for good health."

But now...

Like a broken dog!

Qian knew Shanyu's thoughts well, so she immediately activated her mount and walked side by side with Wu Wei.

She sighed and comforted gently: "The future is long, just a short time. The Chanyu doesn't have to be too sad, and one day will make a comeback one day."

"well!"

Wu Wei took the skin from the commander of the guards, took a sip of wine, and sighed heavily: "I am ashamed of my ancestors! When I got to my hands, it was like this! Can I go back? It's even more difficult..."

Wu Wei did not say those bold words, but just leaned over and grabbed a handful of sand and spread it into the wind. He simply hoped that this gust of wind would bring his longing for his hometown.

Is it mourning?

Very sad...

This scene made Mr. Yan a little unbearable. She looked at Shanyu with sad eyes and melancholy, and suddenly she didn't know what to say.

He has no ambitions,

Where should the Huns go?

In Wu Shilu's eyes, he could not understand his father's mood, nor could he understand the melancholy in his mother's eyes. He looked simply, although he couldn't see the reason, but in Wu Wei's eyes, his son should know where his hometown is.

He gave his hope to his son,

Very much like that kind of bird,

The kind of bird that requires descendants to fight desperately.

Raising the horse whip, Wu Wei pointed to the grassland in the distance and said, "Child! Remember, at the foot of Langjuxu Mountain in the south, it is our hometown! It is our root!"

Wu Shilu blinked and asked, "Then... why don't we go back to our hometown?"

"Because the Han people occupied it, we can't go back for the time being."

"When the child grows up, he must kill the Han people, take back his territory, and return to his hometown."

Wu Wei smiled bitterly, stroked his son's head, but shook his head.

The Sun God gave his son a smart mind, but did not give him the body of the grassland eagle. He was weak since childhood, which was the most deadly thing.

After a moment, a sudden sound of horse hooves came from behind. Wu Wei looked back and saw that it was the king of Youtuqi, Julihu, who led the horse team to chase him.

Wu Wei was deeply grateful to Julihu. It was when they returned, and he supported his father to regain power.

After his father passed away, he was no one else, and he was the first to support himself and help him with all his strength. Only then did Wu Wei inherit the throne of Shanyu.

Wu Wei often thought about it randomly. At that time, the Huns collapsed. If it weren't for the Right Tuqi King and Zici King, he would not be able to survive, and he might have been scattered in foreign countries and buried in the desert in the dispute over the throne.

The guard followed far behind, and the two of them walked along the lake shore with their horses.

Wu Wei turned his head and asked, "How is it? Is there no news about the Han Dynasty recently?"

Julihu looked a little unnatural and replied: "The Han Dynasty sent an edict."

"What, when did the edict arrive? Why don't I know?"

"I just arrived today. When I arrived at Shanyu Court, I inquired about your news. I also heard that you had come out to hunt, so I came all the way and chased me here."

"What did that Liu Che say?"

Julihu called over to translate the order, and he took out a roll of silk from his arms and said, "The emperor, the emperor said: Nanyue, Dongou had already conquered his innocence, the Western barbarians and the Northern Yi have not yet been mixed up.

I will patrol the border, select troops to boost the brigade, and personally adhere to the martial arts ceremony, and set up twelve generals to lead the army..."

"Forget it!"

Yi Ling was mindful, but was interrupted directly by Wu Wei's stern voice. His face turned pale, "What is this? What are their intentions to speak so wildly, hum! It's no different to declare war on the Huns! Where are the Han envoys?"

"I am waiting for Shanyu in the inn."

"Go back! Let's go back, I want to see what this Han envoy looks like! He made such a bold statement. You can quickly pass it on from the King of the Second King to the Shanyu Court to discuss matters."

After Wu Wei finished speaking to Julihu, he turned around and drove Ma Bei.

Songs come from time to time on the road.

But this song ridiculed the weakness of the Huns, causing the intertwined emotions of guilt, resentment and hatred to torture Wu Wei's heart along the way. A flame of revenge quickly swallowed the desolate and sad mood of the past, turned into the rhythm of a horse whip, and whipped the mount one after another.

The horse seemed to understand the owner's mood very well. It saw the wind blowing from its four hooves, and the horse was running non-stop. In less than an hour, Wu Wei and Zhao Xin were already sitting in the Shanyu Courtyard waiting for the Han envoy.

Yan Zhuo entered the luxurious dome accompanied by the host and guests of the Huns.

When he came to the Huns in the form of a victorious person, although he still looked as polite as a Han envoy, the rebelliousness that appeared in his eyes, or every word that spit out from his mouth, sounded full of contempt and challenge.

"I am the envoy who is ordered by Your Majesty to tell Shanyu that the head of King Dian has been hung in the northern palace of the Han Palace.

Now my emperor is on the frontier, and now the Shanyu can fight. My emperor is about to wait for the side and wait for the sword."

Yan Zhu looked at the reactions of the three Huns monarchs and ministers in front of him with his eyes, and his long crown shaking with the ups and downs of his words.

"Our emperor deeply felt the pain of the Shanyu's wandering. If Shanyu pity the Hun creatures, it would be better to go south and serve the Han Dynasty. In this way, both countries will be happy, right?"

He smiled when he saw that Uvi finally could not maintain the peace he should have as a king of a country.

"Hahaha……"

His laughter echoed in the dome, and he finally angered the young Shanyu who had been afraid of fighting and fearing the enemy since he ascended the throne. This is also what Liu Che meant, and Liu Che's purpose was to use this as the prelude to the Northern Tour.

Sure enough, before his laughter had fallen, a roar from Lihu came to his ears: "You bold madman! You are so rude. I will bear you first today!"

As he said that, he drew out the battle knife.

Yan Zhu was not afraid, but turned around calmly, bowed the Shanyu elegantly and asked, "Shanyu, are you really going to cut off the head of my envoy? Humph, aren't you afraid that my emperor will come to the Beihai Battle again? Please forgive the envoy for the first envoy for bluntly speaking, if the fight really starts, then the foreign ministers will predict that the Shanyu court will move north."

"you……"

Uwei's fingers trembled at Yan Zhu, and forced a murderous aura out of his teeth.
Chapter completed!