In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

"Damn it!" Cheng Chuliang cursed, his face covered in mosquito bites and he was already furious. Hearing this made him even angrier.

He was about to arch forward when Li Yuanchang pressed him down with one hand.

"Tell them we have no intention of offending them, we just came in to make friends. If they are worried, I can have the army retreat five hundred meters."

"The supplies that were transported into the mountains were a gift to them."

The translator immediately stepped forward and shouted.

The person in the darkness remained silent for a long time, seemingly hesitating before replying.

"Your Highness, he said our men should retreat first."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanchang smiled, which meant that they could talk.

He waved his hand: "Step back five hundred meters."

"yes!"

The entire army retreated in a long, winding line, carrying torches, with only Li Yuanchang and a dozen or so others remaining in place.

"This tribe has only a little over two hundred people, yet they dare to act so arrogantly. I'd like to see who they are!" Cheng Chuliang muttered.

After the Tang army retreated, leaving a safer distance, suddenly, torches were lit, illuminating the low hill.

The person in the darkness has finally revealed themselves!

Those were rows of mountain tribe warriors. Their appearance astonished everyone, even Cheng Chuliang's eyes widened in surprise.

These aren't people, they're clearly a pack of ferocious beasts!

They are about 1.89 meters tall, large in size, and full of energy. They wear animal skins and are decorated with stone tools. They maintain very primitive tribal customs and show no trace of agricultural culture.

Under the torchlight, their eyes shone like the vertical pupils of a lion, almost an embodiment of savagery and violence!

There were only about fifty of them standing on high ground, looking down at the Tang army, giving them a suffocating sense of crisis, as if they were being watched by a pride of lions.

The way they breathed through their noses sounded like the low growls of wild beasts.

The guards instinctively gripped their knives tighter, as if facing a formidable enemy!

Magnetic fields cannot be faked; they pose no lethal threat and cannot create any magnetic field threat to the Tang army!

Li Yuanchang was shocked. Only then did he realize what Lu Ge meant when he said that people on the grasslands do not enter the back of the sacred mountain not because of wild beasts, but because of the mountain tribes!

At this moment, the leader of the fifty men, whose age was unclear but whose voice was hoarse and carried an imposing presence, stared intently at Li Yuanchang and spoke.

"Your Highness, he says our people broke the rules of the sacred mountain and entered their territory. He demands that we hand over double the supplies in order to leave unscathed."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanchang smiled!

He had been threatened by many people, but this was the first time he had ever heard of fifty people daring to threaten two thousand.

If everyone is like Xiang Yu, who would dare to do this?

"These barbarians, they're really arrogant!" Cheng Chuliang cursed, glaring back with his big, round eyes.

Of the entire team, only Cheng Chuliang's physique and ferocity could compare to the group on the other side.

"Tell him that I agree."

"However, they have to release our people."

"If our people make a mistake, the mountain tribes will not benefit!" Li Yuanchang offered a way out, but also exerted pressure.

The translator immediately relayed the message.

The extremely burly man, like a lion king, quickly replied.

"Your Highness, he said that if we lie, you will not be able to leave the sacred mountain."

Li Yuanchang raised an eyebrow: "I keep my word."

Once the message was relayed, the man, considering the supplies, finally had two guards brought out. Neither of them was seriously injured; they were just bound like dumplings.

The elite guards of the Han Prince's Palace seemed utterly weak in the face of these mysterious tribes living in the sacred mountains.

Li Yuanchang immediately ordered his men to bring in enough supplies, which were piled up into a small mountain.

After a brief exchange, the mountain tribe realized there was no danger and emerged from the low hills carrying torches.

It was at this moment that Li Yuanchang and the others finally saw the true faces of these guys.

They all had dark, dry skin, a fierce appearance, and bones and physiques far exceeding those of ordinary nomadic peoples. They walked barefoot as if on flat ground.

Every pore exudes the aura of a humanoid beast.

Holding a bone hammer, a primitive and savage aura emanates from him.

Even Cheng Chuliang looked solemn at this moment, and he was even stronger than his father!

Li Yuanchang's eyes kept flashing. Was this a Kunlun slave from the Tang Dynasty?

wrong!

Kunlun slaves have dark skin, but the black skin of the high-altitude tribes is not pure black, but a kind of black caused by years of wind and rain.

But northwest of Yinshan, there doesn't seem to be such a tall and monstrous race in later generations, right?

This touched on a blind spot in his knowledge, but in any case, he was happy, which meant he hadn't chosen the wrong person.

If this group of people were given to Xiang Yu in history, he might not have had to commit suicide at the Wujiang River. That's an exaggeration!

Even someone as tall and robust as him looked like a chick next to these people.

boom! !

At this moment, the extremely rugged and imposing man at the head stepped forward with two bodyguards and then spoke.

"Get out of here!"

"If you trespass again, you will face the consequences!"

After they finished speaking, their men began to take over the supplies. Each of them was equivalent to a horse-drawn cart, and the heavy supplies were handled as if they were playing a game.

If we were to use a phrase from later generations to describe it, it would be like O'Neal drinking a small bottle of mineral water.

Yes, that's basically the visual style.

"May I ask if you are the chieftain of the Gaoshan tribe?" Li Yuanchang asked.

The people of the Qimen tribe translated, with almost no delay.

The man's eyes looked almost identical to those of a lion king. Li Yuanchang was now completely convinced that the tribe used hunting wild beasts as a coming-of-age ceremony.

"Yes."

"Would it be possible to talk about this?"

"If you're willing, I'll give you another batch of supplies so that your people will never have to worry about survival again." Li Yuanchang was a master of negotiation and offered a tempting offer.

To everyone's surprise, the man became wary.

"No need, we can survive on our own, leave quickly."

Li Yuanchang showed no intention of leaving.

"Is that so? You have plenty of food and clothing, but what about other things? Don't you need medicine, cloth, tools, ironware, salt, etc."

The man squinted: "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I come from the Tang Dynasty and have no ill intentions. I simply wish to make friends with you," Li Yuanchang said, looking directly at him.

"No one shares for free," the man said in a deep voice, with a natural wariness of outsiders.

Li Yuanchang said, "You may not believe it, but your descendants will pay the price for it."

"What do you mean?" The man's eyes were cold and piercing. Thinking he was being threatened, his clansmen immediately stopped what they were doing and began to stir.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Cheng Chuliang and the others placed their hands on their weapons, ready to act at any moment.

Li Yuanchang glanced at the people of the mountain tribe and saw many cases of skin diseases and ulceration.

"Many of your people must be suffering from illness."

"Him, and him, and him..."

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason your race cannot reproduce and grow is due to its high mortality rate."

The man remained silent, staring at Li Yuanchang without uttering a word.