Zhaoli's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he didn't believe what this guy said.
Although Southern Xinjiang is vast, most of it is still uncivilized wilderness, especially the Thirteen Lingnan tribes, which are extremely tough.
Although it is a loose alliance composed of thirteen different ethnic groups, they worship the same god and will unite when trouble arises. Their overall strength even exceeds the Six Zhaos.
To the south, King Mu's army is even more powerful. It is said that they can fight against the Thirteen Tribes and Liuzhao at the same time without falling behind.
In addition, there are nearly a hundred tribes, large and small.
If the entire southern Xinjiang could be unified, millions of barbarians could be gathered in a short period of time and march north to attack the Central Plains Dynasty.
The Tuli tribe where Wu Huotu belongs is considered a relatively powerful tribe in the surrounding tribes, and is regarded as the leader of more than a dozen small tribes.
This guy often wanders around in southern Xinjiang, using troops every once in a while, and even fought a big battle with King Mu's army without losing.
Because of this, he has gained such a prestigious reputation in southern Xinjiang that even the Liuzhao and the Thirteen Tribes of Lingnan dare not provoke him easily.
"Use Tu, if the Japanese general doesn't agree today, are you going to take my head?" Zhaoli picked up the wine glass casually and poured a glass of wine.
"Forget it!" Wu Huitu said without hesitation: "This meal should be regarded as a farewell to the general!"
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of barbarian soldiers rushed in with big axes and shouting.
Zhaoli remained as steady as a mountain, raising his wine glass high.
But he didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he glanced at the blacklist coldly and threw the wine away.
The stabbing sound of corroding flesh was accompanied by the shrill scream, startling the barbarian soldiers who rushed in.
Before they could react, Zhaoli flashed his body and arrived behind Wu Huotu, with the long sword in his hand already placed on his neck.
"The food and wine are indeed poisonous!" Zhaoli strangled the black man Tu's neck tightly: "You are not qualified to force me to submit."
"Thank you for your hospitality today, chief. We have come and gone frequently, so please take me back in person!"
One eye of the black man Tu had been blinded by poisonous wine, half of his face was in heartbreaking pain, and with a long sword held on his neck, he had no power to resist at all.
"What are you still doing here?" Uguo Tu shouted: "If you don't get out of the way, do you want me to die?"
The barbarian soldiers at the door did not dare to show any signs of neglect and quickly made way for them.
The soldiers next to him immediately showed their long swords, formed a circle around Zhaoli, and quickly left in a hedgehog formation.
When they had gone far enough, Zhaoli left the black goods picture on the roadside.
The purpose of this southern expedition was to destroy Ouyue and Liuzhao, expand the territory of Great Shang to the south, and at the same time eliminate the dependencies of the two forces and completely eliminate their influence on Great Shang.
As for other tribes, let’s put them aside for now.
Zhaoli only had an army of 300,000 in his hands. After destroying Liuzhao, he was at the end of his war effort and was unable to fight anymore.
Even if a large army is mobilized from other places, it will not reach here in a while.
In addition, the terrain here is complex and the roads are rugged. The imperial court's straight roads and galloping roads have not been built yet, and subsequent material supplies cannot keep up.
The money, food and supplies that Zhaoli now supports for the entire army are all improvised from the land of Liuzhao.
If they take the black goods map back, it means starting a war with the Tuli tribe. The Zhaoli army cannot withstand such a war of attrition.
As soon as he returned to the camp, Zhaoli immediately wrote a memorial about the situation here and sent it to Luocheng. He immediately mobilized the army to attack Nanzhao.
In the far north, Zhao Rui and his party recorded the local folk customs and then erected a stone tablet on the seaside.