The armies of both sides soon stopped fighting, and Zhao Rui also arrived at the center of the battlefield in the canyon.
Qing Lan, who was accompanying him, had a vigilant face, holding the King Mo Sword tightly with one hand.
A medium-sized table has been set up here, filled with fragrant exotic delicacies, and a very special kind of wine.
Sitting across the table was a handsome man in his thirties.
Zhao Rui was not polite and sat directly over, picked up the wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
"The wine of Maurya is really good, but its stamina is a bit lacking, not as good as my Dashang's soju!"
As he spoke, he squeezed a wine bag from his body and handed it over.
The man chuckled twice, and without any hesitation, he took the wine bag and drank a few sips.
"Sure enough, the wine is good!" The man praised and spread a map on the table.
"I went out today actually to hunt, but my spies came to report that there was an army in the distance with unknown intentions, so I could only set up an ambush here to find out the truth!"
"I have heard about the Great Shang, but you and I are too far away from each other and have little intersection. I wonder if I can point out the location of the Great Shang on this map."
There was something strange in Zhao Rui's eyes. When the guy in front of him spoke, although he spoke in a harmonious voice, there was an extremely obvious domineering look on his face.
He said he wanted to know the location of Dashang, but actually he wanted to lead an expedition to seize Dashang's territory after determining the location.
Zhao Rui has done this kind of thing before, more than once!
"Isn't it a little hasty for you and me to discuss the national affairs of the two countries on this map when we first met? Besides, I don't know who you are yet?"
The domineering voice full of murderous intent, along with the tyrannical power that permeated his body, made the surrounding guards take a few steps back involuntarily.
When the man felt this rich aura, he felt a storm in his heart, but he soon calmed down.
"I am the new monarch of the Maurya Dynasty, King Ashoka!"
Zhao Rui had heard of the Mauryan Dynasty a long time ago. When Sima Wu led his army from the Garuda Kingdom on a southern expedition, he wiped out dozens of countries and tribes, large and small, all the way to the Harsha Empire.
From the map he submitted back, it can be clearly seen that the large area of land east of the Harsha Empire belonged to the Mauryan Dynasty.
It's just that the map is not very complete, and it is impossible to see the entire Mauryan Dynasty.
If this is really the territory of the Mauryan Dynasty, then from the geographical and topographic point of view, the size of this empire is really unimaginable.
"This king is the Great Shang King Zhao, Zhao Rui!"
After a brief introduction, Zhao Rui directly pulled the map from Ashoka's hand.
The territory drawn on this map is extremely vast, reaching the Harsha Empire in the west, the Tubo Plateau in the north, and the Khmer Empire in the west.
According to the territory and geographical features drawn on the map, Zhao Rui quickly connected this territory with the territory of Dashang.
In other words, the Mauryan Dynasty is now completely on the border with the Great Shang Dynasty!
As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. No matter what happens between the two sides, there will be a war, and the final outcome of one of them can only be the destruction of the country.
The King Asoka in front of him was a talented and strategic monarch at first glance. Zhao Rui understood this, and he naturally understood it too.