In fact, for this reason, anyone can tell that Zhao Rui would never agree to establish a small country here.
Unexpectedly, Ashoka directly attacked the strongest guard next to him.
"This is the number one warrior in our Maurya Dynasty. He can lift a cauldron weighing tens of thousands of pounds. He is good at literary and military skills. If he is the king, he will be able to govern this country well."
Zhao Rui couldn't hold back any longer. He originally thought that Ashoka was a hero, but he didn't expect that this guy actually loved to dream.
Isn't this equivalent to cutting off a piece of Dashang's territory, and then letting his subordinates establish a country and proclaim themselves emperor here?
"This man is no good. He seems to be too stupid. If he is allowed to be the leader of the country, the country may be destroyed in a few days. In my opinion, the local indigenous people should be the leader of the country."
Ashoka coughed twice, and the guard next to him was not happy and took two steps forward.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao, you are too underestimated. I am the number one warrior of the Maurya Dynasty. If you think I am not capable, you can send someone to compete with me. If I lose, then the king of the country will be my
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Zhao Rui had never seen such a confident person before, and he waved to Qing Lan beside him.
"That's fine, this is my personal maid. If you can defeat her, I will not only allow you to be the king of the country, but I will also give you a large piece of my great merchant's territory."
The man suddenly became excited and took a huge ax directly from the side to the open space next to it.
In the Maurya Dynasty's concept, there is no concept of bullying women at all. Therefore, when a man sees that he is fighting against a woman, he feels somewhat confident about winning.
Qinglan had no expression on her face, slowly walked to the open space, and at the same time drew out the sword from her waist.
Ashoka just sat there with a weird look on his face.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao, are you looking down on us, the most powerful warrior of the Mauryan Dynasty, when you photograph such a weak woman? If we win, you will probably be laughed at by the world for our inability to win!"
Zhao Rui waved his hand: "I'm afraid people will laugh at our big merchant for not using force to win."
Ashoka raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding what Zhao Rui meant. How could a weak and weak woman win?
Just when he was in a trance, both sides started taking action.
As the first warrior of the Mauryan Dynasty, Abakshiru had absolute confidence. Moreover, the person facing her was just a little girl. He directly swung the ax in his hand and struck her hard.
This ax originally weighed several hundred kilograms, and when it was struck by the ax, it felt like a groundbreaking moment. If it had been anyone else, I am afraid they would have been frightened by this momentum.
But there was no trace of fear on Qinglan's face, and she dodged the ax with a light body. At the same time, she appeared behind Abaksilu, and slashed down with the swords in her hands.
A shrill scream instantly sounded, and Qing Lan actually stabbed the sword hard into Abaksilu's shoulders.
All the Maurya people present widened their eyes. Abakshiru's body was extremely hard, even if he was struck with a sword, it would only leave white marks.
I didn't expect that this little girl, who looked weak and weak, could actually insert a sword into his flesh and blood.