"Tell me something about the Turks! Whoever tells me in detail can live."
No one at the scene dared to show any slightness, and a man wearing a hat who looked like a civil servant crawled up to Zhao Rui.
"Our current Khan is called Gili Khan and his capital is in the Snow Country! That's where it is."
This guy was talking and pointing at the map next to him.
Only then did Zhao Rui discover that there was a huge map hidden in the darkness in the corner of the battle.
This map is much more detailed than the previously captured Turkic territory map.
The civil servant's account was also extremely detailed, telling Zhao Rui almost everything about the entire Turks. Others hurriedly added to the story for fear of losing their lives.
Zhao Rui gradually lost interest in their words, lightly tapped the map in front of him, and then turned his head.
"Who drew this map? Bring people here immediately!"
Everyone present did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. Two of them hurriedly opened the tent, and not long after, an old man with a gray beard was brought in.
The old man was a little drunk. When he walked into the big tent, he was holding a wine gourd in one hand and a brush in the other hand, and he was drawing strokes in mid-air.
"I want to draw a map for ten taels of silver!"
Zhao Rui frowned slightly. The old man in front of him looked like he came from his hometown, both in his clothes and his accent. He might even be from Luo City.
Ziyun next to him immediately became furious: "What do you mean by bringing a drunk old man here? Don't you want to live anymore?"
"He is not an ordinary old man!" One of the men quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "He knows a lot of things. He knows about the barbarians in the west, the grasslands in the south, various tribes and even the big businessmen."
Zhao Rui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took a step forward slowly, took out a silver needle from his body, and gently pierced the old man's neck.
The next moment, the drunken old man woke up and looked at the surrounding environment in a daze.
"Oops! I was drunk again, why did I come here?"
Zhao Rui raised his hand respectfully.
"I am King Zhao of Dashang. May I ask if the old man is from Luo City?"
The old man suddenly sobered up and said, "Oh, when did Dashang make another King of Zhao? Or are you the king of Northern Zhao?"
Zhao Rui couldn't help but laugh twice: "The old man must have been away from Dashang for too long, and he doesn't know the current situation in the Central Plains! The world has been reunited by Dashang, and I have been ordered to come here to conquer the Turks."
The old man's pupils suddenly dilated, and his face looked a little frightened.
"This is impossible. Twenty years ago, Dashang was still hiding in Dragon City. How long has it passed before he has once again unified the world? Could it be that Dashang has an emperor who has the talent to know the world?"
"Huh, frog in the well!" Ziyun didn't have the slightest fondness for the old man in front of her.
"In front of you is King Zhao who is assisting the Great Shang to unify the world again. Today, the Great Shang no longer has vassal states, and its territory has extended to the northern grasslands and borders the Turks!"
The shock in the old man's eyes was a little more. He didn't expect that the entire Dashang would undergo such earth-shaking changes in such a short period of time.
Exhaling slightly, he took a step forward and looked at Zhao Rui with a strange look.
"Then I wonder why His Highness King Zhao called me here?"