"We have 300,000 well-equipped elites in our hands, and the ones facing us are just a group of ragged southern barbarians. There is no reason we can't defeat them."
"We should follow the previous method and find a way to lead them to the battlefield we have prepared in advance for a decisive battle. We must not let them lead us."
Everyone present was ignited with enthusiasm. They responded and turned around and left the tent.
Zhaoli breathed a long sigh of relief. This was the first time that he led such a large army to fight in southern Xinjiang.
No matter what, all the local land must be destroyed, so as to be worthy of the favor shown to him by Emperor Shang and King Zhao.
At this moment, the herald hurriedly broke in and threw the shopkeeper to the ground.
"General, the black guy Tu wants to see you!"
Zhao Li was stunned for a moment, Wu Huo Tu was the leader of the largest tribe in southern Xinjiang.
Although he doesn't deal with Liuzhao very well, he is still a thorn in the side.
This tribe once entangled 60,000 people and marched north to attack the southern city of Nanchu, killing more than 100,000 people.
Mentioning this name, Zhaoli felt itchy with hatred.
If this guy came to see him at such a critical moment, he must have something important to do, so there was no harm in meeting him.
Not long after, Zhaoli led a few soldiers to a ruined temple outside the camp.
Wu Huitu was waiting here early and prepared a table of rich food and wine.
"General Zhaoli! You really make me look forward to seeing you. I have been waiting here for you for two full hours."
Zhaoli's face was full of disdain and he sat down directly aside.
"What do you want from me?"
Wu Huitu laughed, then took out a map and spread it on the table.
"The general should know Southern Xinjiang very well. The people here have lived in the mountains and forests for generations and are extremely tough. No one can really rule them, but the people in Southern Xinjiang have the habit of choosing their own leaders!"
Of course Zhaoli knew this.
The folk customs of the people in southern Xinjiang are completely different from those in the Central Plains. They worship heroes very much, and anyone who can be their leader is recognized as a hero.
The black guy in front of him was awarded the title of hero because he massacred hundreds of thousands of people in Southern Chu, and thus became the leader.
"What do you mean? If you have something to say, just say it."
Zhaoli didn't want to talk nonsense to this guy. The war was now tense and he couldn't leave the camp for too long at will.
The black goods map drew a big circle on the map.
"The general fought all the way, and such a hero was subordinated to others. It is really too humiliating to be a little general."
"How about you stay here with us, and all the dozens of surrounding tribes will make you the leader! Wouldn't it be nice to start a dynasty and build a country here and become the emperor of one side?"
Zhaolizhong suddenly became more murderous. The guy before was greedy and would never share the benefits he could get with others. Now calling him here and persuading him to proclaim himself emperor on the spot would definitely not be that simple.
Sure enough, there was a slight sound of footsteps suddenly. It seemed that this guy had laid an ambush nearby and was preparing to ambush him.
"Useful map! If I guess correctly, you should be the one who wants to be the emperor here, but unfortunately you can only gather 50,000 to 60,000 troops at most!"
"I have a total of 300,000 soldiers and horses in my hands. I want to use the soldiers and horses in my hands to make the surrounding tribes surrender, right?"
The black man Tu laughed wildly and immediately threw the map in his hand aside.
"That's right. The general is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among men. However, that was just my previous thought! I really want the general to be the emperor here and find an emperor with outstanding abilities for the surrounding tribes!"