"Is that King Wusun?" Mao Sui pointed at King Wusun and looked at the Dawan guide next to him.
"The one in the middle wearing silk and wearing a hair crown is King Wusun." said the Dawan guide.
"Do Wusun also wear hair crowns?" Mao Sui asked strangely. Along the way, except for the Central Plains, he had never seen anyone wearing hair crowns in other places. Besides, except for King Wusun, other Wusun people also
Those who did not wear hair crowns included the ministers around them.
"I didn't wear it before. It is said that... I only wore it after seeing you..." the guide hesitated and said.
In fact, he also wanted to imitate Mao Sui and others in wearing hair crowns, which felt very stylish, but he did not dare to ask Mao Sui for them, and he was not like King Wusun who could make them himself.
He is just an ordinary person. He was invited by the caravan because he is familiar with the surrounding environment and proficient in the languages of various countries around him.
"Steward, we have to prepare to give up the goods." After Lian An came back, he was silent for a moment, raised his head and said to Mao Sui.
After such a long battle, Zhao's army was all injured and exhausted. Even if Wusun only sent a thousand energetic soldiers, Zhao's army would probably be wiped out.
"Steward, Wusun seems to have sent someone here." The Dawan guide suddenly pointed forward and said.
Wusun, a great country in the Western Regions, was beaten by 500 people and took the initiative to send people to sue for peace, which once again refreshed the Dawan guide's world view.
Wusun is one of the most powerful countries in the Western Region, stronger than Dawan. He used to be full of awe of Wusun, but now he realizes that Wusun is so weak in front of a truly powerful country.
Thinking that he was now a guide hired by the State of Zhao, and his status was no longer the same as before, the Dawan guide gradually straightened his back and looked at the envoy sent by Wusun with a contemptuous look.
"Envoy Wusun has met all of you." Envoy Wusun looked at Mao Sui and Lian An, not knowing who was really in charge.
"What's the matter with King Wusun sending an envoy here?" Mao Sui asked in Wusun dialect, which was not very fluent.
"The king has said that as long as you surrender, I, Wusun, will not only forgive the past, but also be willing to give you the best treatment, land, cattle, sheep, concubines, and wealth." Wu said loudly.
"Actually, we don't want to continue fighting. If we can survive by surrendering, we will be happy, but you Wusun people are unfaithful and I don't believe you." Mao Sui said.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Wu Ziyuan didn't know what to say, so he asked.
"I need to meet your king before I can safely join Wusun." Mao Sui said.
"Okay, I'll go back and report to the king." Wu clasped his fists and said, turning around and riding away.
"See me? Tell him that I promised him." King Wusun waved his hand and laughed.
I originally thought that not only would they offend Zhao, but they would also suffer heavy losses. Unexpectedly, this group of people was actually willing to join Wusun.
Wusun gained both people and wealth, and its strength not only did not suffer, but actually increased.
As for Zhao State, I don’t know when it will be discovered that the caravan is gone, and then it will send people over to investigate, and it will take a few years for the news to be sent back.
By then, Wusun may have unified the Western Regions and become a big country that can compete with Zhao!
And he will also become the wisest monarch in the history of Wusun, respected by future generations, and his incense will never end.
Thinking of this, King Wusun couldn't help but feel a little excited.
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"Foreign Minister Mao Sui, I have met King Wusun." Mao Sui walked up to King Wusun and said with cupped hands.
"Sir, please get up quickly." King Wusun stood up quickly, walked quickly to Mao Sui, and helped him up, acting like a courteous corporal.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Sir, you have already met me. What do you think of me?" King Wusun opened his arms, turned around in front of Mao Sui, and said with a smile.
He looked like he was coming to praise me.
"The king has a majestic appearance, a face like a crown of jade, and a courteous and virtuous corporal. He is a rare hero, but..." At this point, Mao Sui suddenly paused.
"Just what?" The happy King Wusun asked anxiously when Mao Sui stopped talking.
"It's just that the king shouldn't be so close to me." Mao Sui's expression suddenly changed, and he pulled King Wusun into his arms with his right hand. He pulled out the hairpin from his head with his left hand and pressed it against King Wusun's neck.
The sword had been taken away by King Wusun's guards when he came here, so he could only use the hairpin.
After confirming that King Wusun's strength had not reached the extraordinary level, Mao Sui felt completely relieved.
If King Wusun's strength is at the Transcendent Realm, then his plan has no chance of success. But King Wusun is only at the Gangyuan Realm like him and dares to get so close to him, so don't blame him.
"First... what are you doing, sir?" King Wusun was so frightened that his face turned pale, without a trace of blood, and he said tremblingly.
"I have no choice but to do this. Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Mao Sui lowered the hairpin a little, and it had already touched King Wusun's skin. "Let them all step back."
"Why don't you join Wusun? Aren't you afraid of dying here?" Wusun asked with a gloomy face. An impulse emerged from deep in his heart, but he suppressed it after just a few breaths.
"If I surrender, I will not be able to see my ancestors after my death, and my wife and children at home will be demoted as slaves. If I die in battle, the Zhao people will avenge me, and more than 600,000 Wusun people will be buried with me.
The wife and children at home will receive pensions, and the children can go to school for free." Mao Sui said murderously.
King Wusun and others suddenly felt a chill coming from their backs.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me." King Wusun said quickly, "You still won't retreat."
"Your Majesty!" Wusun Xiang and Dalu Yiyan said loudly.
"Back off."
"Yes." Everyone looked at Mao Sui angrily, wishing to cut him into pieces, but when they saw King Wusun in his hand, they still had to retreat.
"They... have retreated." King Wusun whispered, rolling his eyes, wanting to see Mao Sui.
"Please also ask King Wusun to escort our Zhao Kingdom's caravan to leave. After leaving Wusun Kingdom, the foreign minister will release King Wusun back." Mao Sui said.
"Okay, I will listen to you." King Wusun said quickly.
"No one is allowed to follow. If anyone follows, I will kill King Wusun immediately. I have only one life. If I can be buried with the king of a country, it will be regarded as a glorious ancestor." Mao Sui widened his eyes and glared at Wusun and others.
, retreated towards the rear step by step.
When Lian An and others saw Mao Sui bringing King Wusun back, everyone was shocked.
"In my entire life, I have never admired anyone except the king. From now on, you, Mao Sui, will be the second one." Lian An sighed in admiration.
"Don't talk nonsense. He's been handed over to you. Don't run away. Everyone removes their armor and bandages their wounds, and then we'll set off immediately." Mao Sui said coldly. His arms were a little numb after maintaining the same posture for so long.
"Don't worry, if he can escape from the general, the general will cut off his head and play it as a ball for you." Lian An grabbed King Wusun and laughed.
"If he runs away, all of us will be dead." Mao Sui glanced at Lian An.
p: Mao Sui could no longer coerce the King of Chu, so the author had to give him a king.