Although the number of troops Zhao Rui brought was only 300, the hostility exuded from each of them was extremely strong, and anyone who looked at the equipment they carried would be frightened.
What frightened Ashoka the most was the sound of the whistle that sounded in the jungle just now.
Although he couldn't quite understand what he heard, he knew clearly that it must be Zhao Rui and his subordinates who were passing on the instructions!
Forcing a smile, Ashoka sat down next to him and ordered his men to light a bonfire and grill the captured prey.
"I have never been to Dashang. I don't know such a rule. Please forgive me, King Zhao! But we also have a rule here. After the hunting is over, we will also send our own warriors to compete to add to the fun. I don't know if Dashang is like this.
rules?"
Zhao Rui immediately saw through King Ashoka's thoughts and wanted to have a Hongmen Banquet with him.
"Of course! But in our Dachang business, it was not just a competition for fun, but a duel at that time. I just don't know..."
"Okay!" Ashoka agreed immediately: "I just want to see the style of the great merchant warriors."
A hint of cunning flashed across Zhao Rui's face, and Ashoka's thoughts were all under his control.
Zhao Rui was very good at this kind of psychological guidance and manipulation as early as when he was at Blue Star.
The reason why Ashoka proposed the samurai contest was because he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to disadvantage Zhao Rui, so he would directly follow his thoughts and take over the conversation and have a life-or-death duel.
Sure enough, King Ayu quickly picked out an extremely strong and tall man among the guards.
This guy's muscles are so ridiculous that they seem to have mutated, and every muscle is like a rock covering his body.
There was even an extremely powerful aura that was constantly sweeping out of his body.
Zhao Rui couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this guy. He wanted to take such a talented person under his command.
Muscles of that level are not innate and cannot be developed through nurture alone. Moreover, this person has profound internal strength, at least forty or fifty years of skill.
Looking at his arm strength, he must be able to weigh over a thousand kilograms at least.
Such an existence, even if it is placed in Dashang, few people can match it.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao, this is Ruathur, the general of the Mauryan Dynasty! I don't know which warrior you want to rank with him..."
Before Ashoka could finish speaking, Zhao Rui patted Zhao Weirui on the shoulder.
"Go! Just put the weapons here first."
Zhao Weirui quickly finished eating the deer leg in his hand, then planted the sin on the ground, then stood up and jumped out.
Ashoka and his men couldn't help but widen their eyes. They never dreamed that Zhao Rui would let a young yellow-haired girl come out for a duel.
"Your Highness King Zhao, this joke is too big!" Ashoka coughed twice: "You have so many warriors behind you, how can you let a little girl come out? Besides, she is still your sister!"
"It doesn't matter!" Zhao Rui picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it down in one gulp: "I, Dashang, are not related to each other. She is my sister, but she is also a warrior of Dashang."
These words were impassioned, but the three hundred soldiers behind Zhao Rui couldn't help but laugh. If they hadn't been patient enough, they might have laughed out loud.
They have all seen the terror of Princess Qionghua, she is definitely a god-like figure.
Sending her out would be a disaster for the Mauryan Dynasty.
Ashoka obviously knew nothing about it, but he still sat there with a proud look, and at the same time, he calmly made a gesture of wiping Ruathur's neck.