Chapter 699 Wind, Snow and Arrows Rain 2

3,200 people were killed, of whom 1,500 were shot, that is to say, nearly half of them were not killed on the battlefield, but at the hands of their own hands. These dead were mostly earth and wood systems, and there were also a small number of fire systems. In order to defeat each other's elements, Di Yao specially combined the tribes. Now, things are even more unmanageable - the Xia tribe has a deep blood feud with the three major systems at the same time.

After the end of the war on that day, tens of thousands of soldiers of all ethnic groups came to look for the bad luck of Xia Ying, and confronted the Xia clan soldiers for several hours, which almost triggered a large-scale armed fight. The large-scale armed fighting within the legion on the battlefield means the catastrophe of everyone. Emperor Yao was furious in grief and severely reprimanded the leaders of all ethnic groups, which barely restrained everyone. But no one can guarantee that any fuse will trigger the division of the coalition forces.

"Your Majesty, can you be the master of the world, can't you be the only one for Yaqing and my 1,500 brothers who have succumbed to death?" At that time, a soldier questioned angrily. He cried bitterly, cut his face with his sword, and blood was pouring. "At that time, the Sanmiao people were ambushed under the snow. When our army passed by, they suddenly attacked, and spears, bows and arrows shot and killed a large number of my soldiers from a distance. It was in order to bite these enemies that Yaqing ordered to charge up and fight with them. But the snow was so heavy that no one was seen. Yaqing said, we must not turn back and run away, otherwise the enemy would bite us tightly and will attack the whole Chinese army to the full. Today, either we annihilated the enemy or let the enemy annihilate us..."

The soldier's voice choked, and the long sad scream made everyone cry. He bleed too much. As he spoke, his voice was hoarse and he was in a coma. Immediately, a soldier took the sword in his hand and cut into his face. His face was turned upside down, which was very terrible. However, Di Yao knew that this was the ceremony of sacrificing the gods in some native tribes. Whenever there was a big event in the tribe, and it was too late or impossible to hold the sacrificial ceremony, he cut off his face and prayed to the gods.

This is the most solemn prayer ceremony in the tribe, but it is too cruel to be advocated in the Zhuanshi era. At this time, the two people angrily inserted the sword into their faces. It seemed that the anger in their chests could no longer bear.

"So, Yaqing led us to fight with the Sanmiao people." The soldier continued his companion's story and said, "But the Sanmiao people far surpassed us, and the huge crowd pushed us back. In order to stop Sanmiao, Yaqing dealt with Jin Potian and Jingxiao. He did not retreat and severely damaged Jinghao. However, at this time..." The soldier cried bitterly, his eyes cracked, and shouted, "At this time, the Xia tribe fired arrows in a row, shooting four arrows in Yaqing in a row! The golden genius got the opportunity to break his arm with a golden blade, and Jing Yao smashed his throat with a magic stick..."

At this point, countless soldiers cried bitterly and shook the mountains. Di Yao looked at it in a daze. The angry soldiers were all over the mountains and couldn't see the end. They raised their blades and raised their blades to the sky one by one. The huge roar made the wind and snow tremble: "Revenge! Revenge! Revenge--"

"It seems that if a fair ruling is not made, the day of the collapse of the army is not far away." Di Yao thought sadly.

Sure enough, on the day after the camp, the patrol soldiers found more than 20 bodies on a hill three miles outside the camp gate. Among them, there were twelve Xia tribal warriors and twelve warriors of the temple legion. The two sides hugged each other and inserted their swords into each other's hearts. Some people even twisted them together and cut each other's bones with long knives. The blood almost dyed red on the hill.

Di Yao was furious and ordered Yanwei to investigate, and immediately came to a conclusion. The temple soldiers went to the Xia tribe's camp to abuse and fight. The Xia tribe soldiers were not excited. Twelve people from each side went to the hill to fight and fight. They made an appointment. One side would not die, and the other side would never go down the hill.

The final result is that the 24 people died together.

Di Yao was furious and ordered Ji Kunwu to strictly investigate the wind and discipline. He fought in private and killed without mercy. After the order was issued, it was still impossible to curb the trend of private fighting. The temple legion opened this opening, and other tribes followed suit. The soldiers of the Xia tribe are not a coward. If you dare to challenge me, I dare to fight. Let's discuss the way to fight, the number of people, and find a place to kill. Doesn't your majesty kill without mercy? You don't need to kill, and the winner of the duel will not return to the camp. He directly wipes his neck - how happy is life? What's the fear of death? Isn't it unpleasant to die after avenging for your compatriots?

The high-level officials are helpless. In fact, it is also simple to solve this matter. The murderer is Xia Ying, just click Xia Ying. Most of the senior officials have this idea, and many people put pressure on Di Yao. But Di Yao couldn't cross his own hurdle. Xia Ying was trying to protect his Di Yao. If he withdrew from the battlefield at that time, would Xia Ying have no scruples and risked offending the whole Yanhuang Alliance to kill so many people?

"Don't you think that killing Xia Ying is also a true injustice?" Di Yao looked at the important ministers who came to ask to kill Xia Ying and said slowly, "Is this the logic that Xia Ying unjustly killed Jiang Chong, and I will kill Xia Ying unjustly?" He said sharply, "The warriors of the temple asked for justice, and the old man killed Xia Ying to relieve their anger; the soldiers of the Xia clan came to ask for justice. Who did I kill to comfort them?" He laughed miserably, "Kill myself?"

Seeing that he was furious, the ministers lowered their heads one by one.

At this time, there was a noise from outside the big account. It seemed that many people were colliding and shouting. One of them shouted, "What are you doing here?"

Then I heard a bang, which seemed to be the sound of the human body flying out and falling to the ground. Di Yao was angry. He grabbed the bronze bottles on several cases and toss them to the ground. He shouted, "What are you doing? Is it the opposite?"

As soon as the thick leather curtain of the big tent was lifted, a huge figure wrapped in snowflakes broke in. Di Yao and the ministers were immediately stunned, but it was Xia Ying. Xia Ying tied her hands with a bronze chain, and her head was also taken off. She strode to the middle of the big tent, knelt down on one knee, and said lightly, "Your Majesty, Xia Ying is here to beg for death!"

"Xia Qing..." Di Yao suddenly got up and said in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Because I was reckless, I shot and killed 1,500 soldiers without authorization. Lord Yaqing was also unfortunately killed. I knew that my sins were deep, and it was not enough to atone for my sins without death. I only asked for a death to use the military prestige of our coalition." Xia Ying said indifferently.

Di Yao sat heavily on the leather cushion and felt as if his strength had been drained, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. Frankly speaking, it was not that he didn't have the intention to kill Xia Ying, but he knew that Xia Ying had to order an arrow to save him at that time. Others could push the sin on Xia Ying's head, but he could not!

"Do you think it's been a hundred times since I killed you?" Immediately, an old man jumped up and shouted with his finger. This man is the king of the Huaiyi tribe. He was once cut off the bamboo in the Tianzhu forbidden land by Xia Kun, and he has always hated the Xia tribe. His tribe is a native. This time, he specially brought 2,000 elites from the clan to participate in the Southern Expedition. He was assigned to Jiang Chong by Di Yao. Unexpectedly, more than 400 people were attacked and killed by San Miao in this snow battle, and more than 600 people were shot and killed by Xia Ying. The old man had to spit blood in several days.

At this time, when I saw that Xia Ying was so arrogant, I couldn't help but be angry: "You killed 1,500 of us, and Jiang Dazhong's life. Can you afford to pay for it?"

"Then how do you want me to compensate?" Xia Ying said proudly.

Huai Yijun almost exploded his lungs and shouted, "I'm going to kill your whole family!"

"Yes!" Xia Ying ignored him and said lightly, "You can take your soldiers to take my camp. There are still tens of thousands of soldiers outside, which is enough for you to relieve your anger.

Huai Yijun was stunned. There are less than a thousand people left in my heart. How can I take your camp? At this time, Di Yao also felt that his words were really excessive. He coughed and shouted, "Mr. Huaiyi, don't talk nonsense."

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