The savage man at the head was extremely powerful and had already killed countless merchants.
Moreover, the guy in his hand was so huge that no one dared to step forward.
Just as this guy was killing everyone, a cold light suddenly flashed through and directly split the weapon in his hand into two halves.
Immediately afterwards, a huge force suddenly erupted, hitting him hard on the chest and knocking him away.
"Who are you? How dare you break into my Dashang's military camp? Don't you want to live?"
Strong internal energy permeated Zhao Rui's body, and the King Yu Sword in his hand also made a strange buzzing sound.
But these guys didn't speak at all and looked very unruly. Even if they were knocked down, they still looked like they didn't care, picked up the weapons on the ground and rushed over.
Zhao Rui gritted his teeth. He did not expect that these guys would go so far. He swung the long knife in his hand and cut off the heads of the two people. Then he arrived in front of the leader.
"I would like to ask again, who are you? Why do you want to break into my camp?"
The other party still didn't answer, but stared at Zhao Rui with a vicious look.
"Misunderstanding!" A voice suddenly sounded from not far away, and several gray-haired old men ran over in a hurry.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao had a misunderstanding. Our tribe originally came to surrender, but these fools got it wrong and thought they wanted me to attack the camp!"
The old man running at the front had a face full of anxiety, dropped the crutch in his hand several times, and was coughing extremely violently.
Zhao Rui couldn't help but frowned: "Which tribe are you from?"
The old man hurriedly knelt down in front of Zhao Rui: "We are from Wuyun Village, the largest village within a hundred miles! Our ancestors once paid tribute to Dashang. When I heard that your army was coming, I asked these boys to come and surrender.
,I didn’t expect them..."
Having said this, the old man coughed a few times again, and it seemed that he was really anxious.
Zhao Rui put away his long knife, took the old man into the Chinese army's tent, and at the same time arranged for someone to get some food for the savages.
"Can the old man read a map? Can you point out the specific location of your village?"
The old man nodded repeatedly, then staggered to the map and pointed at a location.
"This is the place. Our village is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is surrounded by mountains and valleys. If your Highness is interested, you can come to my place and have a look. You can station your army there."
Zhao Rui's face was a little more guarded, the old man was a little too enthusiastic.
After thinking for a moment, he pulled the old man next to him and sat down.
"You said that your ancestors once went to pay tribute loudly, but you don't know what proof you have?"
The old man didn't hesitate and took out a piece of red cloth from his body and unfolded it carefully.
"Our ancestors also had a famous empire locally, called the Liangyun Empire, but it declined three hundred years ago and eventually became a village."
In the red cloth, there are all the national seals, documents and gold seals of rewards. It seems that the old man is not lying.