"To erase a nation, one must first destroy its history. The Northern Huns have no written language, and I doubt they can transfer all their heritage in such a short time. After all, a Chanyu who can even sacrifice himself surely can choose a suitable candidate. However, even if chosen, it would be meaningless." Chen Xi calmly looked north, where the dust flew, soon to bury history.
"Indeed, a remarkable figure, his wisdom no less than others, yet his resources are too scarce. Among us, the wisdom differs little; more depends on the resources each can wield." Jia Xu glanced at Chen Xi, then spoke to the empty space.
Xun Yu and Zhou Yu were silent upon hearing this, while Zhuge Liang showed a thoughtful expression.
