In the tent of the king of the Huns, Tou Manshan Yu sat on the main seat, and the gloom on his face made the Huns, who had always been accustomed to roughness, learn to be silent.

Seventeen or eighteen major tribal leaders, many of them had impatience on their faces.

Suddenly gave a death order to summon, and when he came, he didn't speak, but sat here, how long did he sit? Sit until Maudun suddenly comes back and calls you Father?

Everyone could guess why Shan Yu had such an expression.

As soon as a piece of news appeared in the desert, it circulated to all the Xiongnu tribes as quickly as possible:

Prince Maodun took the Xiongnu into the Yue clan as a hostage, and Tou Manshan Yu favored a Yan family, and in order to make the young son of the Yan family the next Shan Yu, he murdered the prince of Mao Dun.

Shan Yu brazenly attacked the Purple Mountain Grassland to tear up the armistice agreement, and borrowed the hands of the Yue clan to kill the prince of Maodun.

Prince Maodun fought bravely and skillfully, led his troops to escape from the Yue Clan's country, and was welcomed back by the gluttonous tribe that has been in the limelight recently, and will lead the army back to the royal court in the near future.

Clean up the traitorous ministers around Shan Yu, kill the bewitching Yan clan, and please be the king of Zuo Tuqi.

The crowd didn't think it was demanding, and even felt a little light.

Getting along in a different position, if they are put on such a match by their father, and they still have a gluttonous army of 50,000 horses and armor in their hands, they will directly rebel.

"Shan Yu, what is the matter with calling us here today, you can just say it."

A rugged man sat in the third seat on the right, his face sarcastic.

His name was Weng Hu, and he was the leader of the Tu tribe, and his son Jin Weng was Prince Maudun's playmate from childhood to adulthood.

He was very dissatisfied with Tou Mandan's use of a knife to kill people, because he was the most promising, and if there was no accident, he would inherit the son of the leader of the Tu tribe, and he was also under the blade of the knife of the Yue Clan.

Touman raised his head, his gaze moved from the ground to Weng Hu's face, and he clearly saw the ridicule on Weng Hu's face.

"My brother, are you in a hurry?"

He said with some confusion, took out a scimitar from his bosom, and slammed it on the table at hand, making a muffled sound.

Before everyone in the field could react, and before Weng Hu, the leader of the Tu tribes, could respond, a group of Xiongnu warriors from the Touman tribe suddenly broke into the Wang Tent with scimitars and came from the Toumansu tribe.

Touman didn't know when to stretch out his index finger, and at the end of his fingertip was Weng Hu.

These scimitar men followed the direction pointed by their leader, and rushed forward with their scimitars in hand!

Weng Hu roared, cursed bitterly, struggled hard, and took out the hidden scimitar from his bosom and injured seven scimitar hands in a row.

Everyone's hearts were about to move, their eyes were surprised and frightened, and their bodies did not move at all.

In the midst of Weng Hu's unwilling roar and the sound of scimitars entering the flesh, the tribal leaders of the tribes who could rank in the top five in the field, Weng Hu, were cut to the ground.

Blood splattered on their faces, and the smell of fish swam in front of their noses, and their faces became more and more ugly, even more ugly than the most ugly of all.

Touman held the scimitar in his hand and walked up to Weng Hu, with whom he had a close personal relationship and whose hands and feet were held down by the tribesmen.

With his left hand, he grabbed the little hair that Weng Hu had left, and pulled it up hard.

Rad Onghu's blood-stained face was facing him, revealing Onghu's dark, thick neck.

Touman held the scimitar in his right hand and placed it under Weng Hu's neck, and the blade slashed upwards little by little.

Amidst the screams and curses of Weng Hu, he laughed and shouted.

"You're in a hurry to die! You're in a hurry to die! ”

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