"As for the great merchants, I have heard that they seem to have destroyed the Liuzhao recently, which can be regarded as restoring the glory of the country when it was first founded!"
Duan Chen's calm tone made Zhao Rui put down his guard.
From this point of view, the Tusheng people and the Sanmiao people are not the same people.
"Clan leader!" Jin Balun suddenly ran over: "Don't forget, Sanmiao now regards Dashang as an enemy. Now that their King Zhao is here, you should send his head to Sanmiao!"
Duan Chen frowned slightly: "My native tribe has lived here for generations, and we are still a powerful tribe in ancient times. Why should we try to please the Sanmiao people?"
The anger in his words made Jin Balun's body tremble.
"Chief, don't forget, we are now within the sphere of influence of the Sanmiao people."
Duan Chen paused for a moment, then turned around and punched Jin Balun in the chest.
"So what? Do the Sanmiao people still dare to invade the territory of my native tribe?"
Jin Balun took more than a dozen steps back before he stabilized his body and looked at Duan Chen in astonishment.
"Clan Chief Duan, have you forgotten the agreement you made with the Sanmiao people?"
Duan Chen snorted coldly, took out a piece of cloth from his body, and threw it on the ground.
"I didn't sign this. Their agreement is endless! Besides, the Sanmiao people want me, the native tribe, to be dogs. Do we have to kneel on the ground obediently and let them slaughter us?"
Jin Balun pulled off his mask, revealing a fierce face full of scars.
"Chief, I and all the warriors who guard the native tribe's village are Sanmiao people. If you don't recognize this agreement, then we will leave. From now on, your life and death will have nothing to do with me, Sanmiao."
Duan Chen didn't have the slightest fear, but acted neither humble nor arrogant.
“Where are the native warriors?”
Dozens of rather tall and strong men stood out from the crowd, each holding a huge ax in their hands.
The aura emanating from their bodies is extremely powerful.
A hint of murderous intent suddenly burst out in Jin Balun's eyes. He raised his palm and patted it lightly, and more than 300 men guarding the village rushed down.
"Old patriarch, don't you think that with these dozens of people, you want to fight against my 300 elite Miao people?"
Duan Chen took the ax from a native tribesman and slowly took two steps forward.
"The Sanmiao people have been thinking about my native tribe for more than a day or two! Even if the Sanmiao army surrounded the village today, I wouldn't be surprised."
Jin Balun froze there like a stone statue. Seeing this, the Tusheng clan wanted to completely break up with Sanmiao.
He didn't dare to act rashly, as if he was afraid of something.
"Okay, old patriarch, remember what you said today. One day I, the Sanmiao people, will come to settle the accounts with you."
With these words, Jin Balun left here with three hundred warriors.
After they were far away, Duan Chen breathed a sigh of relief and then turned to look at his tribe.
"We can't stay here anymore. Clean up and let's get out of here."
The native tribesmen present all responded, then performed their duties and began to move the village.
Zhao Rui looked puzzled. The population of the Tusheng tribe was not very large. Counting the elderly and children, there were barely a thousand people, and most of them were women.
The only combat power that can really be used is probably those dozens of young people.
Being under the protection of the Sanmiao forces was their best choice, but to suddenly turn against them is indeed abnormal.