Soon, his companions came out with a message that Jit Tata and the translator were allowed to enter, but other accompanying personnel were not allowed to enter the barracks.

Walking in the Daxia military camp, Jit Tata felt inexplicably panicked.

All we saw along the way were soldiers training, not a single one was slacking off, which was in stark contrast to their Maurya Empire legions.

The soldiers looked at him with terrifying eyes, as if they were looking at a walking war hero rather than a human being. He believed that if someone shouted, he would be torn into pieces in an instant, without even having time to hide.

After entering the main camp, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation, which made him dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

Inside the tent, Li Jing sat at the main seat, and Huang Zhong, Xu Huang, Yu Du, Ma Chao, and Guo Jia were also present. All of them exerted pressure on Jiate Tata, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

He had never felt such a terrifying pressure from Ashoka.

"What brings the envoy here?" Li Jing asked coldly.

After listening to the translation, Jiate Tata calmed down and said: "We come here to seek peace and hope that the Great Xia Empire will withdraw its troops."

After hearing the translation, everyone at the table was stunned and immediately laughed out loud, as if they had heard a huge joke.

Li Jing raised his hand and everyone stopped.

"Ask for peace? What are the conditions?"

"We are willing to forgive your country's invasion."

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Li Jing had a blank expression on his face and waved his hand, not wanting to listen to any more of Jit Tata's nonsense.

Upon receiving the order, the guards in the main tent went to Jit Tata, grabbed his arms, and prepared to drag him out.

"Wait, we, King Ashoka, are willing to cede land and pay compensation, just in exchange for the withdrawal of the Bactrian Empire." Jit Tata said hurriedly.

"Cede territory and pay compensation?"

Li Jing stretched out his hand, and the guard understood what he meant and let go of Jiate Tata.

At this time, Jit Tata could no longer stand and collapsed to the ground with cold sweat on his forehead.

In real life, he had lived a life of luxury and had never been treated like this. However, he was angry at the moment, but he didn't dare to express it, otherwise he would not be able to leave the military camp.

"How to cut it?" Li Jing asked.

"We are willing to cede the Khyber Mountains and the four northern cities to the Great Xia Empire and pay a compensation of 10 million taels of gold, as long as the Great Xia Empire withdraws its troops."

"You are sending the beggar away. Go back and tell Ashoka that if he wants to sue for peace, he should open the gates of Pataliputra. I will take him back to Bactria to talk to our emperor."

Li Jing waved his hand, signaling the guards to take the person away.