This can be said to be the last stronghold in southern Xinjiang and the strongest force of King Mu's army.
There are 200,000 elite soldiers in the city, and the food and grass reserves are enough for them to hold on here for a year.
Zhaoli stood on the hillside not far from Baihu City, looking at the city from a distance.
"This place is really a fortified city! I have never thought of being able to attack here in my life. I just don't know what kind of world is at the southern end of this city?"
The generals next to them laughed heartily. It was their first time to come to such a southern place.
"General, you said you have made such a great contribution this time, can you be made a duke when you return?"
"I heard that the three generals Huang Bi, Li Yuan, and Jian Ping have been granted the title of Duke of the State. With your merits like this, General, you are still a Duke of the State no matter what!"
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Zhaoli was a little angry.
"Is our southern expedition just for rewards and fame? Southern Xinjiang has always been a hidden danger to our land in the Central Plains. If it is not assessed, there will be endless troubles in the future!"
"What we are doing today is for the people of the world. How can we expect those false names?"
"Well said!" Zhao Rui suddenly appeared at the side: "General Zhaoli is indeed a righteous man."
"But I feel that besides righteousness, I still have to consider myself. General Zhao should learn from our foreign minister Nangong Yi of Dachang! When he first arrived at the court of Dachang, he already said that he came here for fame and fortune.
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Zhaoli and all the generals immediately dismounted and knelt down to worship.
"Your Highness, the general is just a warrior, and Nangong Xiangguo is a figure who guides the country. How can I compare with you?"
Zhao Rui helped Zhaoli up and then took two steps forward.
"This city is well designed, and the people who built it can definitely be called famous military strategists! It's a pity that the people who defend the city are not very good. The places where ambush should be set up are not set up, and many mechanisms are not used."
Zhaoli rolled up his sleeves.
"Your Highness, this is the last city left in the entire southern Xinjiang. When do you think we will launch a general attack?"
Zhao Rui shook his head: "Don't worry, there are still many tribes in southern Xinjiang that have not been conquered. Let's start to bring all those tribes under our control. Let's surround the White Tiger City first."
Zhaoli didn't say anything more and immediately ordered the army to advance and complete the encirclement of Baihu City.
In White Tiger City, Qin Hu knelt in front of a statue and prayed respectfully.
"Great Lord Shiva, please give me guidance and tell me what to do."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked out of the small room next to him. This guy was dressed very strangely, with a bunch of messy things hanging on his body, and a bright red dot on his forehead.
"General Qin, your current situation is very bad. If you want to be saved, you must dedicate everything to Lord Shiva! It is better to take the 200,000 soldiers in White Tiger City and go south to join the Khmer."
"That's the kingdom of God. There you can get everything you dream of, and maybe you can even reorganize your army and fight back."
Qin Hu took a deep breath, looked at the man in front of him devoutly, and then directly called the deputy general at the door to come in.
"Immediately order all the armies in the city to march out. Sometimes they must take away everything they can. Not even a grain of rice can be left behind."
The deputy general did not dare to hesitate at all and went to do it immediately.