"We...we are powerless to resist, we can only ask you for help!"
The messenger's voice trembled, with a hint of a sob in it.
After listening, Touman the Great remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"Do you know that my Xiongnu cavalry has never set foot in the south?"
After giving a cold laugh, he continued:
"You really know how to pick a location. The heart of the Central Plains is not only far away, but also easy to defend and difficult to attack. Why should I suffer losses for your sake?"
"Your Majesty, our barbarian tribe is willing to submit to the Xiongnu forever, paying tribute every year and coming to court every year!"
The old man hurriedly said.
"Eternal submission? Annual tribute?"
Touman burst into laughter.
"Your barbarian tribe is now struggling to protect itself, what right do you have to negotiate with me?"
“Your Majesty, although our barbarian tribe is no match for Na Luyan, we have lived there for generations and know it like the back of our hand.”
"We can guide Your Majesty's army, and we can also provide Your Majesty with provisions and supplies!"
The old man continued.
Touman fell silent; he was thinking, weighing the pros and cons.
Although the barbarians took away one-third of the Xiongnu's population and livestock.
But they have lived in the Central Plains for generations and know the area very well.
If they were truly willing to guide the Xiongnu army and provide them with provisions and supplies.
That would greatly increase the chances of the Xiongnu winning the war.
Moreover, the Central Plains are rich in resources, so if we could conquer them...
This was also a good thing for the Xiongnu.
"Are you sincere?" Touman asked.
"Our barbarian tribe, from the elderly to the weak, women and children, totaling 300,000 people, all wish to acknowledge their ancestors and return to their clan. They will serve Your Majesty by pulling your horse and putting down your stirrups, even at the cost of their lives!"
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