“No,” Wang Tianyou quickly replied.
"The enemy had 300,000 troops stationed on the border. No one expected that they would suddenly rush into our Northern Liang and burn, kill, and plunder."
"We don't know why they suddenly became so hostile towards us."
Li Fengnian, the King of Northern Liang, recounted everything that the dozen or so Kushan envoys had done in his court.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu and Li Yuanba burst into laughter.
"They treat a few broken ivory tusks as treasures."
"What kind of spices are they? Bring them up so I can see them," Jiang Tian asked.
Jiang Tian knew that the Kushan Empire was rich in spices because its people generally had severe body odor.
Secondly, their food is very different and requires a lot of spices for flavoring.
Li Fengnian snapped his fingers.
Soon, the boxes of spices were brought up.
A refreshing fragrance instantly filled the main hall of the palace.
Jiang Tian knew that the real spices did not come from the Kushan Empire, but from a small country on the border of the Kushan Empire.
This small country was called Ceylon in ancient times, which is present-day Sri Lanka.
Two of these boxes contain spices, and one contains curry.
There was also a box of rice that had already been cooked with curry.
The Kushan people, who ate with their right hand and wiped their bottoms with their left, treasured these things.
"They're using these things to threaten you?" Jiang Tian walked up to the box.
He leaned closer to the spices and smelled them.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"My lord, you may not know this, but I have heard that their country has hundreds of millions of people."
Our Northern Liang is merely a small border state.
"Our civilian population is only a little over 10 million. Our army, which we can muster, numbers only a few hundred thousand."
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