"Yin Xiezhi even sent a letter in blood. I don't think they can hold out for much longer. If they don't retreat now, the Zhou army will station troops at Wuzhou Pass and cut off the only access to the grassland."
"Three hundred thousand Xiongnu men will die in this foreign land!"
"There's a lot of time ahead, Chanyu!!!"
"Please order the troops to retreat immediately!"
King Zhelan knelt on one knee and begged.
Maodun didn't say anything, but just held his head and knocked the table heavily with his fingers.
See this.
A figure suddenly jumped out, knelt on the ground, and said urgently.
"You can't retreat, you can't retreat, you absolutely can't retreat, Chanyu!"
King Zhelan stared at him intently and shouted, "Altai, what do you want to do? Do you want to destroy the Xiongnu?"
"Do you want to bury these 300,000 Xiongnu warriors?"
Although King Zhelan looked ferocious, with a hideous face, and was roaring hysterically.
But Altai was Maodun's substitute, and with the support of the Chanyu behind him, he naturally did not fear.
He said with great emotion: "Hey, leaders!"
"It's not that I don't care about the lives of the Xiongnu men, but I really can't retreat!"
"The snow fell too early on the grasslands this year, leaving countless tribes without enough time to migrate. The cattle and sheep have lost so much weight."
"Heads, think carefully, have your tribes suffered heavy losses?"
"If we return empty-handed, how many people in your tribe will starve to death?"
"We are not here to conquer the Great Zhou, but to seize enough food for the winter and to protect the people of the Xiongnu!"
"There are already so many Xiongnu soldiers lying under the city walls of Jingzhou."
"If we give up like this, how can we be worthy of their sacrifice!!!"
Altai roared.
King Zhelan stood up, pointed at Altai and shouted:
"Altai, you are talking nonsense!"
"It snows every year on the grassland! It's just a few snowfalls!"
Altai also stood up and pointed at King Zhelan's nose and cursed him.
"Isn't it just a few snowfalls?"
"King Zhelan, you are so arrogant!"
"Do you know how many Xiongnu warriors will starve to death or freeze to death in these snows?"
"Does it mean that for us Xiongnu people, only young and strong warriors are considered human beings, and old and weak warriors are not considered Xiongnu people?"
"Hey, leaders!"
"Do you still remember how the Zhou people scolded us Xiongnu people?"
Altai walked in front of all the Hun leaders in the tent, sighed with regret, and said leisurely.
"The Zhou people called us bastards without fathers or mothers!"
"Unless it's absolutely necessary, which tribe would be willing to abandon their elderly? Which tribe would be willing to let their elderly fend for themselves?"
"Only by conquering Jingzhou City and seizing the most prosperous area of the Great Zhou can we save enough Xiongnu people in this harsh winter on the grasslands!"
Altai looked up at the sky and sighed.
"Who among the leaders here won't grow old?"
"Those old Xiongnu people who fend for themselves, who hasn't been young before..."
The words fell.
The Hun leaders were already in tears.
King Zhelan pointed at Altai and said in a trembling voice, "Wrong logic! Wrong logic!"
"It has been like this since the birth of the Xiongnu!"
"Altai, do you really want to destroy my Xiongnu race?"
"If you can't capture Jingzhou City, are you going to leave those 300,000 Xiongnu soldiers outside to die?"
After that, the leaders felt that what King Zhelan said made sense.
The dead in the future are ultimately a thing of the future.
The most important thing right now is to preserve our strength.
The chiefs were wavering, so Altai and King Zhelan had no choice but to continue arguing to gain more support for themselves.
The two sides each insisted on their own opinion and argued endlessly, neither side was willing to give in.
Maodun's expression was unclear and he said nothing.
withdraw?
Or take another gamble?
Today, Jingzhou City is already crumbling, and the Xiongnu warriors have climbed the city several times.
It looks like we're just one breath away.
As long as we fight to the death and burn our boats, we will be able to capture the city tomorrow, right?
Maodun was still hesitant, indecisive and unable to make up his mind.
King Zhelan and Altai were also arguing fiercely, neither of them giving in.
Maodun became more and more depressed.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the tent.
Maodun seemed to have found a breakthrough. He slammed the wine bottle heavily on the table and shouted:
"You made a noise in the night! Bring me your head!"
The leaders immediately understood what the Chanyu meant and shut up.
The guards rushed out of the tent and soon brought back a bloody head. They knelt and said, "Chanyu! The people of King Linhu's tribe have disturbed the people for no reason. The main culprit has been beheaded!"
Maodun waved his hand and said, "Take it out and hang its head on display for all to see!"
This is killing the chicken to scare the monkey, to warn these restless leaders.
Even if he failed in the Great Zhou, he was still the Khan of the Xiongnu!
Everyone in the tent shut their mouths, not even daring to breathe.
A plan suddenly came to their minds.
If one or two tribes were sacrificed and their assets were divided up.
It seems that this winter will be over...
It was stuffy in the tent for a while, and everyone felt like they were about to suffocate.
There was another commotion outside the tent. This time, without waiting for orders, the guards rushed out.
A moment later, the guard reported back, "Guger has spotted the enemy and is here to report."
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