The rest of the people stayed there like stone statues and were at a loss. Chen Luotian was killed like this. How could Zhao Rui let them go?
"If you guys cut off a finger, all your previous videos will be wiped out."
Although Zhao Rui's voice was extremely cold, it sounded as beautiful as a silk and bamboo orchestra to these people's ears.
Without any hesitation, they immediately cut off one of their fingers, but most of them cut off the little finger of their left hand.
This is nothing to these people who lick blood with their swords.
Zhao Rui didn't say anything more. He led the team to explore the entire underground palace, drew an extremely detailed layout map, and then left the place in a mighty manner.
The black sandstorm will pass through here twice in total, and the time interval in between is very short. If they don't leave as soon as possible, they will be buried here by the yellow sand.
After returning to the inn, Zhao Rui did not hesitate at all and immediately asked people to report the situation here to Luo City. At the same time, he dispatched a large number of craftsmen to dig out the treasures in the underground palace in the shortest possible time.
White Flower City in Southern Xinjiang.
This is a small city located at the very edge of southern Xinjiang. Thirty miles further south is the Jiaozhi Kingdom.
Starting five days ago, a large number of bicycle frames have been arriving one after another. If you observe carefully, you will find that these people are the leaders of the local tribes.
It looks like they deliberately concealed their whereabouts.
In the main hall of Baihua City, many leaders gathered together and spread out a huge map on the table in front of them. What was drawn on it was the map of Southern Xinjiang and the Jiaozhi Kingdom.
"Everyone, the great merchants are pressing harder now. Soon our place will be captured. Now, the best way is to join forces with the Jiaozhi country to fight against the great merchants!"
"I really don't know what those guys in the north do for food. The city was breached so easily."
"Many people surrendered without even fighting. I don't know what method Dashang used to come."
"The most powerful Queen Mother Army in the entire southern Xinjiang was completely wiped out, and only tens of thousands of people fled to the Khmer!"
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Everyone was talking a lot, expressing their hatred for Dashang and their dissatisfaction with many tribes in the north.
The leading man knocked on the table and pointed to a huge area on the map.
"We have been living in southern Xinjiang for generations. We must never leave our homeland. We must take back all these lands."
Everyone present agreed, and some even pulled out the weapons from their waists and stabbed them hard on the map.
While they were cheering, a messenger rushed into the hall in a hurry and placed a letter on the table.
"There is an emergency in the north. There is a woman wearing a mask, leading tens of thousands of soldiers and horses all the way south. They are only twenty miles away from Baihua City!"
Everyone present suddenly lost their composure. They had not received any battle reports before, and the sudden appearance of this army seemed to fall from the sky.
The leading man did not dare to show any slightest hesitation, so he quickly opened the letter and took out a portrait from it.
"What? Princess Zhao of Dashang! Why did she suddenly appear here? Didn't the intelligence from the past few days say that she was dredging canals in the old land of Nanchu?"
The ordering soldier didn't know how to answer, so he quickly lowered his head, almost touching the ground.
A tall and thick man next to him stood up and kicked the chair to the ground.
"What are you all afraid of? Isn't it just a woman? Just kill her!"