At that moment, inside the Yu Yue tent, the Leader of Yu Yue was drinking and making merry with a group of tribal chiefs.
Attacking Shang was far too momentous a matter for any one tribe to decide on its own.
The chiefs of Luoyue, Ouyue, Nanyue, Yangyue, and even Wuyue on the outermost fringe had all come in person.
"Since we're rebelling against Shang, why not simply proclaim ourselves kings?"
"After the Marquis of Wu was made a king, he stopped trading with our tribe. His nose was stuck so high it touched the sky. A piece of trash like him deserves to be king?"
"Fine! After tonight, we'll all be kings!"
"Kings of Baiyue, drink with me!"
His words were followed by the sounds of gulping wine.
The wine in Baiyue did not actually taste very good. In fact, it could be called downright awful. Had someone from the Central Plains drunk here, they probably would not have made it out of the latrine the next day.
The King of Yu Yue, newly promoted from tribal chief to king, pursed his lips. Back when he had submitted to Great Shang, he had gone to Chaoge to receive his title and tasted its fruit wine. After experiencing that delicious flavor, Baiyue wine had become little better than horse piss.
"Report! The tribesmen sent to gather intelligence have returned!" A Yu Yue tribesman entered the camp to report.
The King of Luoyue glanced at the King of Yu Yue and frowned. "Weren't they captured? How did they come back? Bring them in!"
The King of Yu Yue's eyelid twitched, and bewilderment covered his broad face.
Several men entered. Seeing them, the King of Nanyue asked, "Weren't you captured? How did you get back?"
"Well..." The men looked at one another