Han Sui continued, "The Yuwen tribe and the Murong tribe have formed an alliance, intending to annex the Northern Wuhuan first."

You might as well send someone to form an alliance with the Northern Wuhuan and, in the name of the Xianbei chieftain, cede some of the grasslands of the Yuwen and Murong tribes to them.

In this way, the Yuwen and Murong tribes, fearing a surprise attack from your rear, will certainly not dare to engage in a full-scale war with the Northern Wuhuan. The longer they are locked in a war of attrition, the more advantageous it will be for you.

Tan Shihuai's eyes lit up: "Great idea, let's do it this way!"

"Boom!!"

Just then, a thunderclap resounded in the sky, which had been overcast for a long time, and a torrential downpour washed over the grassland.

In the Xiongnu camp, Xie Zhiyu stood at the entrance of the main tent, his head tilted back, his gaze fixed on the large flag inside the camp.

"Even the eagle has broken its wings?"

Xie Zhi murmured softly. In his gaze, the eagle flag, which symbolized the glory of the Xiongnu, was stuck tightly to the flagpole under the heavy rain, no longer fluttering as it once was.

Since the beginning of spring this year, the Xianbei cavalry led by Tan Shihuai have invaded his territory, and after several battles...

The grasslands and tribes within Xiezhi's territory were lost one after another, coupled with the constant harassment by Qiangqu, Yufuluo and others.

As a result, the Xiezhi tribe, which once had a population of 200,000, now has only 120,000 members. Excluding women and children, there are only about 30,000 able-bodied men left who can ride horses to fight.

Now, the 40,000 Xianbei cavalry led by Tan Shihuai are stationed at the former Xiongnu royal court, 300 miles to the northeast. Xie Zhiyu has completely lost his foothold on the grassland.

Now he only has two paths: either submit to Tan Shihuai and become a vassal of the Xianbei people.

They could either surrender to the Han Dynasty and become its dogs, like the Southern Xiongnu.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and a glint of light flashed in Xie Zhiyu's eyes before he clenched his fists.

"Even if we die, we Xiongnu people will never bow down to anyone!"