A thousand-year-old family begins with one fighting against ten thousand.

When the soldiers arrived, King Loufan was drinking and singing. The soldiers reported, "My home is gone!"

This is absolutely insane!

Loufan Wang's eyes instantly turned red, a deep, bright red.

He clung tightly to the Hun soldier who had narrowly escaped death, shouting, "Speak! You're lying! You're lying!"

"The king is dead, all of them are dead."

"Only these few men left among all the males!"

"It's that demon."

"Your Majesty, let's go back. We shouldn't have gone south; we shouldn't have provoked this powerful nation."

A tear of blood rolled down the soldier's cheek; his eyes were filled with fear and hatred, but he dared not retaliate.

"Thump."

King Loufan put down the Xiongnu soldier, staggered, and fell to the ground.

His tribe was gone, and the food he had saved for the winter was gone.

He still has soldiers, he still has soldiers!

King Loufan grasped at this lifeline; he still had 20,000 troops.

He could also take advantage of the fact that no one knew, turn around and rob other tribes, and then flee to the far north of the desert.

Escape from this place where you are constantly looking up at the breath of the devil.

"Where did that demon lead his troops?"

King Loufan forced himself to calm down. He couldn't afford to make a mistake; if he did, he would die without a burial place.

"They headed towards the sacred mountain of the royal court."

Wangting Sacred Mountain?

Amidst the hatred of his tribe being wiped out and the threat of death, King Loufan's mind grew increasingly calm.

"Who knew they were coming?"

"Many of our tribe's soldiers saw us when we arrived."

The bodyguards stepped forward to report.

King Loufan's expression hardened; the news couldn't be contained and would soon spread.

"Go to the royal tent and inform the Chanyu that our Loufan tribe has been attacked by the Qiang people. I am going to lead troops back to drive them away and ask the Chanyu to give us some cattle and sheep."

"No, I'll go myself."

"Go and give the order for the troops to assemble. We will depart immediately upon my return, targeting the tribes of the Aries King and the Xiutu King."

King Loufan glanced around; everyone there was trustworthy, and he couldn't kill them.

"No one in the camp is allowed to leave until I return."

After saying this, the King of Loufan, with a cold face, mounted his horse and, disregarding military regulations, barged directly into the Chanyu's tent.

They stared intently at "Old Chanyu," for if it weren't for this father and son, how could their Loufan tribe have suffered such a terrible calamity?

The fake Chanyu lacked the aura and composure of the real Chanyu. He was terrified when a Xiongnu king stared at him with the eyes of a father's killer.

The Chanyu (ruler) didn't teach us what to do in this situation!

The fake Chanyu did not dare to pursue the matter of Loufan King's unauthorized trespassing into the military camp. Just as he was about to appease him, his personal guards couldn't hold back any longer.

Even if the guards knew this wasn't the real Chanyu, the Loufan King couldn't just barge in like that!

"Loufan King, how dare you trespass into the Chanyu's royal tent! Do you have a death wish?"

"bass!"

A thin line of blood appeared on the guard's neck, and he slowly collapsed, clutching his neck.

He never imagined, even in his death, that the King of Loufan would dare to be so arrogant when he barged into the camp alone.

Seeing this, the other guards drew their scimitars and slowly surrounded the Loufan King.

"Lou Fan Wang, what do you mean by this?"

With his heart pounding under his own pressure, he demanded an explanation.

"What do I mean?"

The King of Loufan pointed his curved sword at the fake Chanyu, "I'll tell you right now!"

"Tens of thousands of herders from my Loufan tribe suffered heavy losses because our troops were drawn away by the Chanyu to participate in this battle, and we were attacked by the Qiang people!"

"I want to ask the Chanyu, how should I give them an explanation!"

"Are you suggesting we tell them you died because the Chanyu sought revenge for his father?!"

The Loufan tribe was attacked by the Qiang people?!

How dare they? They know that many Qiang people are here, and if they wanted to, they could wipe out all the Qiang soldiers here at any time.

This represents the majority of the Qiang people's military strength.

The news had already spread that the Loufan tribe's veterans, covered in blood, had stormed into the Loufan king's camp, and the Loufan king didn't seem to be lying.

Wow, these Qiang people are ruthless!

The fake Chanyu's heart skipped a beat.

"Rest assured, King Loufan, the Qiang soldiers will lead the charge in every siege from now on. The other kings will not object to my decision."

The fake Chanyu waved to his guards to put away their weapons.

"not enough."

Loufan Wang said coldly.

"So, what does Lou Fanwang mean?"

The fake Chanyu frowned as he looked at the King of Loufan.

"My Loufan tribe suffered heavy losses this time. I demand that the Chanyu compensate me with 1 warhorses, 5 cattle, and 20 sheep."

The Loufan king made exorbitant demands; before the disaster, their entire tribe only had this many cattle and sheep.

"impossible."

The fake Chanyu refused without even thinking.

If he dares to agree, the old Chanyu will definitely skin him alive.

"Our Loufan tribe died because of the Chanyu, and the Chanyu isn't even willing to offer this much compensation?"

Loufan King approached step by step, and the old Chanyu's personal guards once again drew their weapons and stood in front of the fake Chanyu.

Looking into Loufan King's bloodshot, cold eyes, the fake Chanyu felt no sense of security whatsoever.

"This number is too high, let's reduce it."

The false Chanyu swallowed his anger.

King Loufan was quite surprised. Was the new Chanyu really that cowardly?

He was just asking for an exorbitant price, waiting for the Xiongnu chieftain to come down to a lower price, but he never expected to get such an unexpected reward.

"No, we need this many!"

"So many of our Loufan tribes died for the Xiongnu, otherwise we wouldn't be able to face the living."

Lou Fanwang insisted on this price.

"impossible."

Under pressure from the King of Loufan, the fake Chanyu's eyes flashed with a fierce light; he did not want to die.

"How much did the Chanyu say?"

Loufan King repeatedly struck the ground with his knife, the sound gradually merging with the heartbeat of the fake Chanyu, putting immense pressure on him.

The fake Shan Yu was speechless. He was just an imposter; how could he have the right to decide the fate of so many things?

"So you don't want to give it?"

The sound of Loufan King's curved sword striking the ground suddenly stopped.

The fake Chanyu's heart skipped a beat. "Too many."

The breath he had been holding in dissipated, and his fragile inner defenses crumbled.

"5000 warhorses, 3 cattle, and 10 sheep."

"That's all, take it or leave it."

The fake Chanyu cut Loufan King's demands in half, thinking that since he had reduced so much, the real Chanyu probably wouldn't blame him.

"Okay, I'll take the supplies now."

"Next, I will lead my troops back to the tribe and then take revenge on the Qiang people."

"I will not participate in the attack on the Han Dynasty."

King Loufan was surprised to receive so many things and readily agreed.

This number is just right. His tribe only has this many people left now. Giving them too many would slow down their advance and might even cause news to get through.

Soon, news of what happened at the Chanyu's tent spread, and no one said anything about the Loufan King's departure.

If such a thing happened to their tribe, they would also choose to leave.

I never expected that a tiger father would have a dog son.

Although the news was that the Chanyu was compensating the Loufan tribe, the Xiongnu didn't care about such things. They would be considered to have a conscience if they didn't annex the remaining tribes.

When the real Shangshang Chanyu learned of this, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Other tribes would never contribute a single cow or sheep to this debt; they would all demand that his tribe contribute.

Even for his tribe, losing such a large amount of cattle and sheep might not be a major financial blow, but it would still be quite painful.

He had an urge to kill this imposter.