It was night, the stars were shining, and the moon was shining like a waterfall.

Within the gorge, the vast majority of the Huns were starving, and a depressing and dreary atmosphere spread among the tribes.

Zhuwenze, which was very noisy a few days ago, suddenly became silent.

At midnight.

Zhuwenze, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly erupted into an earth-shaking shout, and around the camp tent of Shan Yu, which symbolized dignity and glory in the center, countless people from small and medium-sized tribes flocked to it.

This night attack broke out so suddenly and so violently.

Fortunately, the Xiongnu Shan Yu had already taken precautions and united the two super tribes of the left and right Xianwang to form the most solid alliance.

At the beginning, the attacks of small and medium-sized tribes had no way to break through the camp of the Xiongnu Shan Yu.

What the Xiongnu Shan Yu didn't expect was that just when the three super tribes were about to repel the attacking small and medium-sized tribes, those medium and large tribes who were on the sidelines actually began to lead troops to raid Shan Yu's camp.

With the addition of large Xiongnu tribes, the war became no suspense, and the king of Zuo Xian was the first to be killed.

When Shan Yu's camp was captured, Xiongnu Shan Yu looked at more than a dozen tribal leaders in front of him, and his face was full of grief and indignation.

"Why?"

He didn't say much, just stared at his bloodshot eyes and shouted hoarsely.

Shan Yu Jiwei is still there.

Even if Shan Yu's soldiers had been defeated, when Shan Yu stood at the door of the tent with his head held high under the protection of his personal guards, no one dared to step forward.

Silence, deathly silence.

After a long time.

After all, the leader of a large tribe stepped forward and bowed to Shan Yu a few steps.

"Don't blame me, we're just here to survive."

The word survival is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The Xiongnu were speechless.

The warriors of the tribes faced such a desperate situation, knowing that there was no possibility of breaking through, and only by surrendering to the Zhao people could they have a chance of surviving.

It is a pity that the relationship between the Huns and the Zhao people has been very poor in recent years, and the previous Huns' fraudulent surrender was even more recognized by the Zhao people, and it was not so easy to surrender again and get the Zhao people's forgiveness.

The Xiongnu Shan Yu and the heads of the Xian kings became the bargaining chips of the tribes as surrenders.

"Have you ever thought that if the people surrender to Zhao today, I am afraid that there will be no Huns in the world in the future."

"Even if we all die here, there is still a fire left outside the Saiwai, and after twenty years, my Huns will once again become the overlord of the grassland!"

The leader of the big tribe who came out said in a deep voice: "Shan Yu, if I resist stubbornly, I will not die in battle, but will starve to death." ”

"I don't know if the Xiongnu can rise in twenty years, I only know that if you don't surrender to the Zhao people, nearly 10,000 soldiers in the tribe won't be able to get out of this canyon!"

Hearing this, the Xiongnu shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then sighed: "You can kill me in exchange for a chance to live, but I just hope that I will not slaughter the soldiers of my headquarters again." ”

"Just by the order, do we dare to disobey the order?"

"As long as they don't continue to resist, Ulu hereby swears that no one will be allowed to continue to slaughter the Shan Yu Tribal warriors!"

Xiongnu Shan Yu nodded and stopped his subordinates who wanted to speak.

He strode forward and shouted, "Who will kill me if the head is here!" ”

looked at the dying moment, still staring at the tiger, without the slightest cowardice.

Thinking of Shan Yu's prestige over the years, even the leader of the Ulu who had just emerged was a little timid, and he didn't dare to step forward and cut off his head.

They can kill the left and right virtuous kings, but when facing Shan Yu, the supreme leader of the Huns, the fear engraved in the blood is spontaneous.

"Shan Yu is here, who will kill me!"

Seeing that no one dared to step forward, Xiongnu Shan Yu couldn't help laughing a few times, and actually stepped to Ulu's side and continued to shout.

Ulu took a few steps back, hung his head in shame, and didn't dare to step forward to kill Shan Yu no matter what.

The prestige of Shan Yu is incomparable.

Even if everyone has rebelled, they are still afraid when facing Shan Yu, who is going to die.

What's more, if he kills Shan Yu in public, he will definitely be hated by the tribesmen who are loyal to Shan Yu, even if he is the leader of a big tribe, Ulu has to weigh it again.

"Shan Yu is here, who will kill me!"

The Xiongnu Shan Yu forced back Ulu, took a few steps forward again, came to the leaders of the tribes, and shouted loudly.

The faces of the tribal leaders changed slightly.

Two of them, who were carrying the heads of the left and right virtuous kings, actually lowered their heads, not daring to look at Shan Yu.

"Poof!"

At this moment, a slightly emaciated figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd.

He waved the long knife in his hand, and when Shan Yu was caught off guard, he directly cut off his head with a single sword.

"Gollum!"

Shan Yu's huge head rolled for several meters after falling to the ground, and then stopped blindly.

looked at the several people who were rolling over with their heads, hurriedly let go of their bodies, and then looked at the person with the knife on his face full of horror.

The bright moonlight fell on the thin man's face.

And the people lit the torches, and when they saw the man's face clearly, almost all of them were a little puzzled, because the man was so faceless.

Even a small tribal leader of hundreds of people would not be so face-to-face.

They were all speculating about the leader of the tribe who didn't seem to have grown up yet.

In their opinion, only the leaders of the tribes have the courage to cut off the head.

At this time, only the leader of the Tsuba tribe was full of horror.

It's just because the person who cut off Shan Yu's head is the head man he has just promoted.

The leader of the tribe did not expect that even the leaders of the major tribes would not dare to do something that was actually done by his own personal guards.

Then, a strong sense of fear came over me.

Even if the Xiongnu have been defeated, even if Shan Yu has died, there are still many Xiongnu warriors who are eager to Shan Yu.

The tribe is only a medium-sized tribe, and there are only a few thousand people who can fight.

Touman dares to kill Shan Yu, it will definitely bring trouble to Shan Yu, those warriors who are loyal to Shan Yu may not dare to do anything to a large tribe, how can they let go of Touman and the Shan tribe?

Under everyone's gaze, Touman slowly walked to the position of Shan Yu's head, bent down and grabbed Shan Yu's hair, and lifted it high.

He looked around at the tribal leaders, his slightly thin face full of solemnity.

"Since you don't dare to do it, then let Touman do it for you."

"Touman killed Shan Yu, not for glory and wealth, nor for the betrayal of the people seeking glory, but for the warriors of all tribes to get out of this damn canyon alive."

"Just dying at the hands of Touman, it has nothing to do with the leaders, let alone the tribe."

"After Touman presents Shan Yu's head to General Zhao and takes you out of the canyon smoothly, you must kill and listen to the honorable people!"

Touman's words moved everyone.

Those warriors who still had feelings for Shan Yu also loosened their clenched hands slightly.

For them, getting out of the canyon alive is the most important thing at the moment.