Emperor Ling of Han was the last powerful emperor of the Han Dynasty, a figure who could have altered the course of history, yet he became the root cause of the empire's collapse.
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"Qiangqu Chanyu, rest assured, this Tanshihuai has committed such a despicable act and almost killed one of my Han's valiant generals. I will certainly not let this go!"
Zhang Huan then looked at Qiang Qu and said solemnly, "I will definitely write to the Emperor to explain this matter. After Qiang Qu Chanyu returns, he should immediately assemble a large army. All provisions and weapons will be provided by our Great Han. At that time, you and I will go out together to conquer Tan Shihuai!"
"Very well!! We shall follow General Zhang's orders in all matters!"
Upon hearing that there was grain, fodder, and military equipment, Qiang Qu's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Just then, the guards on duty outside the tent suddenly ran in.
"Reporting to the General, Tan Shihuai has sent someone to inform you that he is waiting to see you outside the tent!"
Upon hearing this, Qiang Qu's face darkened with hatred: "General Zhang, Tan Shihuai's envoy is surely speaking falsehoods and sophistry. I hope General Zhang will not listen to the words of such a villain!"
"Qiangqu Chanyu's words are reasonable, but... I'd like to see what Tanshihuai will say!"
Zhang Huan nodded and then ordered someone to bring the messenger sent by Tan Shihuai into the tent.
The Xianbei messenger paused upon seeing the people inside the tent, then quickly stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Huan.
"This humble servant greets General Zhang!"
Zhang Huan looked at the messenger with a cold face: "Why did Tan Shihuai send you here?"
"Reporting to the General, Lord Tan Shihuai has sent a letter, specifically requesting that I present it to you!"
As they spoke, the messenger took out a letter and handed it to Zhang Huan's personal guard.
Zhang Huan glanced at the messenger, then took out the letter. By the end, Zhang Huan's face was ashen, and his fingers, gripping the letter, were trembling slightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.