The king of Northern Zhao suddenly became excited and hurried forward to grab the middle-aged man's arm.
"Uncle Three Kings, we really have to rely on our own people at critical moments, so I'd like you to take a trip to Xishu to ask for help!"
Uncle Sanwang nodded firmly, turned and left.
The king of Northern Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and then ordered his generals to go to the city to defend.
There was a lot of joy in Zhao Rui's Chinese army tent. The generals would gather together to drink, play, and enjoy singing and dancing. There was no sense of tension before the war.
"Northern Zhao has long been a dying country. Among all the princes in the world, Northern Zhao does not have any decent generals. After all, he is from Rongdi. There must be one or two who can fight no matter what."
Fan Hu was taunting wildly there, not taking Northern Zhao seriously at all.
Everyone present also agreed. In their opinion, the Northern Zhao Kingdom in front of them should belong to Zhao Rui, and it is only natural to take it back.
Even the king of Zhao should obediently surrender his entire country.
While they were playing around, two soldiers pressed a middle-aged man into the tent.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao sneaked outside the camp and said he wanted to defect to you, so we brought him here."
Zhao Rui frowned slightly: "Who are you?"
The man raised his head with a sinister smile on his face.
"I am the third uncle of the current king of Northern Zhao. I am willing to bring order to the chaos and bring you into the city."
Zhao Rui raised his eyebrows. The guy in front of him seemed to be upright, but why did he say such vulgar words?
"I don't need any guidance. If you are willing, my army is already in the imperial city of Northern Zhao at this moment! You are of no use. Take him out, chop him up, and hang his head on the flagpole."
The Third Uncle Wang couldn't help but widen his eyes. He didn't expect that he had tried every possible means to run out of the city to report the news, but in the end he would end up like this.
Zhao Rui sighed helplessly. It seemed that the Northern Zhao Kingdom in front of him no longer needed him to attack.
It won't be long before I am afraid that I will surrender. I hope that by then, the news about Nangong Yi will be here.
Above the Liang Kingdom's court, Nangong Yi stood there holding the Great Shang Talisman Festival, looking neither humble nor overbearing.
"The Liang State is, after all, a powerful country among the princes in the world. Should it treat the envoys of the Great Shang Dynasty like this?"
Liang Xing, the king of Liang Kingdom, laughed twice.
"Is there still a Great Shang Dynasty in the world today? It's just a small vassal state that was moved to the northern border! Do you think you can regain your status as a dynasty by annexing Beiyan and Dongliang?"
Nangong Yi suddenly laughed and threw the Dashang Talisman Festival in his hand to the ground.
"The king is right, the Great Shang court is indeed a little arrogant."
All the civil and military officials of the Liang Kingdom present widened their eyes.
What is going on? Nangong Yi came here as an envoy of the Great Shang Dynasty, so why did he throw his own talismans on the ground casually?
Just when everyone was confused, Nangong Yi walked to the map next to the main hall.
"The foreign minister comes from Nanchu. He originally wanted to find an official position in a big businessman, but I didn't expect that they didn't know what to do, so they sent me to be a small envoy!"
Liang Xing suddenly became interested: "Then why are you here today?"
Nangong Yi immediately pointed to the land west of Hexi on the map.
"Actually, the foreign ministers were originally going to Peng Wei to persuade them to join me, Dashang, in sending troops to attack the Liang Kingdom."