Liu Huanle raised his head to look at him, his eyes filled with fear, yet he did not relent: "The world is not just a result of your efforts; the five tribes of the Xiongnu have all contributed."
"The successor favored by Your Majesty was never you!" Liu Huanle said: "If you could preserve the glory of the Xiongnu, it would be something, but you cannot; the battles with the Zhao Family Army are continuously failing, and now we are at the brink of our clan's survival!"
He said sadly: "Zhao Hanzhang has taken Wang Jun, and Shi Le is also being used by her. We have no place to retreat! We've been migrating from beyond the pass to Bingzhou for nearly a hundred years, our people cannot return beyond the pass to endure that bitter cold life. If we do not want to perish, surrendering is the only option."
Liu Cong was furious: "Nonsense! Even if we only have one county left, we will never retreat!"
