He Chang said, "General, I was just about to report this. The envoy sent to Meiji has accepted my money and has already persuaded Yufuluo, the Right Wise King of the Xiongnu in Dingxiang."

"They will definitely make a move against Marquis Yinshan!"

He Chang rushed back from Yanmen overnight, arriving at the time when Liu Wei was resting in Zhongling after defeating the 5,000-strong force lured by Yufuluo.

The journey is too long, and information is delayed.

"That's perfect. Go back and find out what's going on. As soon as you learn of Liu Wei's death, send the news back immediately!"

"I will then order Ding Yuan of Bingzhou to send troops to Dingxiang to attack the Xiongnu and avenge this prince! Hahaha!"

......

Right now.

Dingxiang is without merit.

The Southern Xiongnu tribes surrounding Dingxiang have arrived one after another and gathered on the grassland outside Shanwu City.

Their tents stretched out like mushrooms, seemingly endless.

Tens of thousands of Xiongnu people gathered here, and bonfires burned brightly.

The air was thick with the smells of burning horse manure and the strong odor of goat milk wine.

There's also the aroma of roasted suckling lamb.

The air inside an enormous sheepskin tent was thick with the smell of alcohol.

Yufuluo, the Right Wise King of the Southern Xiongnu, was drinking and making merry with a group of tribal leaders.

A group of scantily clad, Central Asian women, swaying their voluptuous figures, danced gracefully in the center of the large tent, accompanied by the sounds of a Huqin (a type of reed pipe).

A dozen or so tribal leaders, large and small, knelt on either side.

They tore into lamb legs, their faces flushed from drinking, and leered at the dancing women.

Yufuluo, who was in the center, sat on a sheepskin stool, flanked by two Hu women.

One fed him wine, and the other fed him mutton.

Uvro squinted, thoroughly enjoying himself, as he reached into the breasts of the two women and began to grope them.

He stroked it for a while, then pinched it hard, causing the two women to gasp and stand up.

Hufro patted the two men's plump buttocks, telling them to sit down next to the two leaders.

Then Yufuluo waved his hand, signaling the dancing Hu women to stop, and he sat down next to the other leaders.

Such a generous gesture drew cheers from the leaders, who exclaimed that the prince was domineering.

"Gentlemen, all the leaders who were supposed to come have arrived. Everyone has eaten and drunk their fill of good wine and meat. I have only one question for you: do you know why you came to Shanwu?"

With a serious expression, Hufro addressed the crowd in a loud voice.

"Didn't the prince send us to rob Yanmen County?"

"Yes, looting money, food, and women is good for surviving the winter!"

This immediately drew a burst of wild, unrestrained laughter.

"That's right. Right now, the emperor in the Central Plains is busy suppressing peasant uprisings, leaving the borders vulnerable and defenses lax."

"Go ahead and loot without worry. The Han Chinese garrison will not dare to come out of the pass to attack us."

Seeing that he had stirred up everyone's enthusiasm, Yufuluo loudly encouraged them, "We Xiongnu people are wolves, and the Han people are sheep!"

"Wolves eating sheep is only natural, hahaha!"

"We Xiongnu are wolves, and the Han are sheep!" the tribal leaders shouted.

"Let's indulge ourselves tonight, and tomorrow we'll march on Yanmen County..."

Before Yuvro could finish speaking, a series of mournful cries came from outside the tent, accompanied by the neighing of cattle, sheep, and horses.

Enemy attack!

Enemy attack!

Then someone shouted a warning at the top of their lungs.