When the flames died down, the once magnificent Xiongnu royal court was reduced to ashes.
Those once high and mighty Xiongnu nobles have now all become victims of the slaughter.
The killing continued. The slaves oppressed by the Xiongnu remained silent, only using their long swords to vent their anger.
Xu Hui was equally frenzied, swinging his long knife countless times that night.
No one knows how many of those so-called nobles he killed, just as he slit Gedan's throat that day.
Actually, killing someone is no different from killing a sheep or a chicken.
Sometimes people's resistance is just more intense, but the outcome is always the same.
Xu Hui only came to his senses when Zhao Yun grabbed his wrist.
It wasn't that Zhao Yun was acting out of pity, but rather that he had more important things to do at the moment.
Inside the Xiongnu king's tent, Mu Zi'an sat at the head of the table.
At this moment, a dark mass of people was kneeling in front of him.
And kneeling at the very front of these figures was none other than Jieli Khan, the most esteemed Khan of the entire Xiongnu.
However, at this moment, Jieli Khan looked nothing like the king of the steppe.
He knelt there, trembling all over, just like a quail that had just been caught in the rain.
Jeli dared not look up; he only dared to glance at the young figure on the wolf-skin throne out of the corner of his eye.
Who would have thought that someone could actually cross thousands of miles and fight their way across the grasslands in the midst of heavy snow?
Just as Jieli was lamenting his bad luck, Mu Zian, who was sitting in the main seat, heard a system notification.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have triggered a choice!"
"Option 1: Spare the life of Jieli Khan, reward: a mysterious civil official from Chinese history."
"Option 2: Slay Jieli Khan, reward: a mysterious general from Chinese history."
"Please make a decision, host!"
Upon hearing the voice from the system, Mu Zian fell into deep thought.
Whether to kill or not is entirely up to Mu Zi'an.
However, if Mu Zian wants to maximize the results of this battle, he needs to carefully consider the situation.
If Jieli is killed, the Huns will inevitably elect a new Khan.
The new Khan, seeking revenge, will inevitably continue the war against the Great Khan.
However, if we don't kill Jieli, given his cowardly nature, we can easily control him.
For an enemy state, nothing is more devastating than a foolish and incompetent ruler.
Moreover, Mu Zi'an is not short of powerful generals at the moment.
Whether it's Zhao Yun, Luo Cheng, or Han Shizhong, they are all capable generals who can stand alone.
With this thought in mind, Mu Zian made a decision.
Mu Zian looked at Jieli Khan kneeling on the ground and asked.
Do you want to live?
These three simple words instantly stirred a surge of excitement within Jieli.
"I want to live! I want to live! If you are willing to spare me, I will be forever grateful for your kindness."
Mu Zian smiled, and then slowly spoke to Han Shizhong.
"Take him away and bring him back to the capital for His Majesty's trial."
Upon hearing this, Jieli instantly felt a great sense of relief.
Although being escorted back to the Han Chinese capital would be an absolute disgrace, at least being able to save one's life was enough.
With Jieli Khan taken away, the trial of these Xiongnu nobles had only just begun.
However, this is not something Mu Zian needs to worry about.
At this moment, everyone was gathered in the royal tent.
Everyone's face was beaming with excitement.
The trampling of the royal court by horses was something that many military generals could only dream of.
Everyone understood that this battle would make them famous throughout the world.
However, Mu Zian now faces another problem: the Han Chinese slaves within the royal court.
The Xiongnu royal court only had two thousand guards, which have now been crushed by the four thousand iron cavalry led by Mu Zi'an.
The escaped guards would inevitably seek help from the surrounding tribes.
In other words, it won't be long before reinforcements from other tribes on the grassland arrive.
After all, besides Yelü Junba, the Left Wise King, there was also a Right Wise King who was in charge of the grasslands.
This means that Mu Zian cannot stay in the royal court for too long and must leave before the blizzard completely engulfs the grassland.
What should be done with the slaves inside the royal court?
After all, the composition of these slaves was extremely complex. In addition to the majority being people from Dali who had been captured, there were also some people from other countries mixed in.
Mu Zi'an didn't have a saintly heart, but he admitted that he couldn't bring himself to leave all these slaves to fend for themselves on the grasslands.
Just as Mu Zian was struggling with how to settle these tens of thousands of slaves, Jia Xu stepped forward and spoke up.
"Now that you have accomplished such a monumental feat, have you ever considered those four words?"
Mu Zian frowned upon hearing this.
"Those four words?"
Jia Xu looked around and said solemnly.
"His achievements overshadowed those of his master."
Upon hearing this, a cold wind suddenly swept through the royal tent.
Jia Xu said calmly.
"Now, the young master's status is second only to the emperor, and he has no limit to the title he can be given. He lacks nothing in terms of wealth, power, and status."
"His Majesty the present has the merit of destroying Chu, which is unmatched. So, I ask you, young master, if His Majesty were to pass away and the successor were to become the monarch, would he have the merit of destroying a country?"
"Would he tolerate a minister who achieved fame at a young age, holds a high position, wields significant military power, and whose achievements threaten the emperor's authority?"
Jia Xu's words were not just insolent; they were downright treasonous.
However, no one present spoke up to criticize.
Jia Xu's voice also made Mu Zi'an fall into deep thought.
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