Jamukha nodded frantically, like a woodpecker pecking at a tree. "Rest assured, Commander. I will never breathe a word of this to anyone. I'll carve every word into my heart—even to my own flesh-and-blood son, I won't reveal a single word!"
Hulü looked around, and only after confirming there were no outsiders did he lower his voice. In tones audible only to the two of them, he briefly recounted the full course of events. His voice was exceedingly grave, and Jamukha felt his heart sink as he listened.
"His Highness the Right Worthy King has long since discovered that the Xiutu Tribe and the Donghu were both annihilated by a Qin Army of heaven-shaking strength. Every man in that Qin Army is like a dragon. They wield divine weapons that slice through iron like mud, as well as mysterious weapons capable of splitting the earth apart. Their combat power defies the heavens. They have now occupied all of Donghu and may march west at any moment to attack the various Xiongnu tribes."
"His Highness kindly reported the truth to the Great Chanyu and requested that the Chanyu Court dispatch reinforcements and maintain strict vigilance, only to be falsely accused by the Hunxie Tribe. They claimed that His Highness had fabricated military intelligence in an attempt to monopolize Donghu's lands. The Great Chanyu believed the Hunxie Tribe's lies, flew into a rage, and ordered King Hunxie to lead his people in attacking Donghu. He even forced the Right Worthy King to send your White Sheep Tribe to join the campaign. King Hunxie is ambitious beyond measure and has no idea how terrifying the Qin Army is. He is driving the entire Xiongnu into a pit of fire—and dragging your White Sheep Tribe along to be buried with them!"
"What?!"
Jamukha was