Three days ago, when Ziyun and Zhao Weirui arrived here, the local people told them about Zhao Rui.
How could Zhao Weirui understand this, so he forced himself into the igloo to see if it was Zhao Rui and Li Fei.
Ziyun quickly stopped her, then asked the locals for an igloo to settle down temporarily.
When Li Fei arrived at Ziyun, her face was extremely red with embarrassment and she didn't know what to do.
"Although this place is icy and snowy, it's not bad at all!" Zhao Rui stretched and lazily walked out of the igloo.
The locals gathered around and gave Zhao Rui their thumbs up.
"You are so awesome. I have been working on it for three whole days. I never had an experience like yours when I was young."
"It's amazing. If you two have children, you will definitely have a lot of children."
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Li Fei's cheeks were extremely hot. She was in a daze for no reason. She didn't know how to explain to Murong Bing when she returned.
Zhao Rui, however, looked relaxed and stepped forward to hug Li Fei's shoulders.
"Okay, don't think so much. Take the time to make statistics on the local folk customs. We have to go!"
Li Fei took a few deep breaths, then responded and ran back to the igloo with a shy face.
Southern Xinjiang, the front line of Liuzhao.
The Chinese army tent in Zhaoli has turned into a pot of quarrel.
"These barbarians only use some weird tactics. I'm too big. If we continue like this, I'm afraid the army will be dragged to death here."
"Anyway, we have destroyed five of the six imperial edicts, which is considered a great achievement. No one will gossip about us when we go back now. Maybe your majesty will give us promotions!"
"We can wait for the remaining imperial edict and come again to attack it next time!"
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The chattering noise made Zhaoli's head almost explode.
Originally, Shan Xin was supposed to be the leader of the southern expedition, but Luo City came and ordered Shan Xin to return as soon as possible.
Huang Ben also led a large army to the east alone, so Zhaoli led an army of 300,000 people to the south alone.
Hundreds of battles have been fought along the way, and the soldiers have long been exhausted. Moreover, the mountains and forests in southern Xinjiang are all filled with miasma and poisonous fog, so the army has suffered a lot of losses.
Zhaoli held his chin in his fists and looked at the sand table in front of him quietly. He really didn't want to give up.
The Zhao family had been fighting Liuzhao for so many years, and now that there were only about twenty cities left, he was unwilling to give up like this.
"Enough!"
Zhaoli suddenly stood up.
"Most of you are generals from Nan Chu. Many of our armies surrendered directly from Nan Chu!"
"Everyone should know how much grace His Majesty has given us. Each soldier's salary is three times that of before! What reason do you have for not serving His Majesty to the death?"
The generals present all lowered their heads.
Indeed, since surrendering to Dashang, their treatment has undergone earth-shaking changes.
In the past, many people were suppressed by the princes and nobles of Southern Chu and would never see the light of day in their lives, but now, many of them hold high positions and even obtained the coveted titles.
Zhaoli's eyes slowly scanned all the generals present, and then he pulled out the accessories and inserted them on the sand table.