Chapter 758 Hit the Pyongyang Song, Hit the Pyongyang Song 2

"The son's feather is defeated--"

The Sanmiao people made earth-shaking shouts, and the roar of tens of thousands of people formed a huge sound and rolled away, shaking the whole southern wilderness. However, the Yan Huangren was silent, with knives and spears drooping, like tens of thousands of lonely sculptures.

"Your Majesty, the war is over. Why do you and I speak with swords again?" Shaoqiu said indifferently. The sound penetrated the night sky, and the lingering sound echoed on Lingqiu Mountain.

Di Yao was silent for a moment: "What else do you and I have to say besides the sword?"

"Tone thing you once said." Shaoqiu Road.

Di Yao was silent for a moment. Although the teenager was extremely hazy, he felt that the Shaoqiu was completely different from three years ago. His voice was calm, plain, with indisputable confidence. Di Yao suddenly had a strange idea: the wilderness will be his from now on, right?

"Haha," he smiled reluctantly, "What did I say to you?"

"Three years ago, Yingshui Lutai." Shaoqiu said slowly, "I said a word to you: Because of your sins, we have owed countless blood debts to the people in the wilderness. Now, I still want to say this to you."

Di Yao was angry and shouted, "What's wrong with me?" The old man has been in power for thirty-seven years. He respected the sky and the people at the bottom, and all over the world are at peace. Have you committed a sin against all the people just because you were imprisoned? Humph, as a general, he is still a general who has achieved great bones, not to mention the human king!"

Shaoqiu only said two words: "Yang Zhan."

"Uh..." Di Yao was stunned and said with a wry smile, "I forgot that you are already Emperor Miao now. Yes, you are qualified to talk to me! Then please come here!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Shaoqiu Yao arched his hand and folded his body. There was a dazzling golden light in the night sky, and his figure had fallen on the western hillside of Lingqiu Mountain. He had taken off the cloth on his eyes, and terrible scars appeared on his face and chest, but the black scars were gradually healing, and the golden light at the wound flowed, expelling the remaining smell of Wu Dao bit by bit.

The Yanhuang warrior looked at the teenager who had just defeated him in awe and silently made way.

So, three years later, Shaoqiu saw the old man again.

His temples are already white, his eyebrows are haggard, and his once brilliant colorful eyebrows also have a little gray and white color. He wears an earthy yellow bear totem silk suit and still carries the nobleness of the emperor, but his figure is no longer as arrogant as before, and he has a little ricket.

Ji Kai, Teng Gongyi, Yi Zhongzi and others stood side by side behind him. The people who were once covered up by the power of the emperor are now full of blood and murderous, which makes the old man more and more vicissitudes.

"Your Majesty," Shaoqiu bowed his hand, "It's not easy to meet here."

"Yes!" Di Yao looked lonely, "For this battle, you plan to calculate three thousand miles, leave 100,000 white bones, and even don't want seedlings. Such courage, I... Even when I was young, I was far less than that.

"A Miao capital has 100,000 lives. If it can be exchanged for the end of the Yao War, it will be a great blessing in our country." Shaoqiu looked directly at him and said, "No matter how many people I have, I can't stand your annual attack and killing. It's not that Shaoqiu is willing to sacrifice, but that I, Sanmiao people, are willing to sacrifice.

Di Yao stagnated and opened his mouth to say something. Suddenly, he smiled bitterly: "You know, I suddenly remembered something. Only you and Chonghua in the world can make me speechless every time. It seems that it is not wrong for me to be defeated by you two in my life. Since Qi Ziyu has been defeated, I will keep my promise. After all, how are you going to end this war?

Everyone's eyes stared at Shaoqiu's face. At this time, only this teenager was in control of his own destiny. At the thought of this, the tough Yanhuang master looked at the teenager and couldn't help but be a little scared. Only Di Yao looked up at the sky without saying a word and no expression on his face.

"In this battle, your majesty's soldiers killed 17,000 people, and the wounded were also 15,000, right?" Shaoqiu pondered, "These corpses are bothering you to take them away. The green mountains of Sanmiao can't bury so many souls from other places..."

"What...what did you say?" Di Yao couldn't help trembling, "Are you letting me go?"

The ministers behind him couldn't help but be surprised. So many people died and suffered such a tragic defeat. It doesn't matter. As long as they can return to Yanhuang, the tribe is still their own, power is still their own, and life is still their own. The kings of these tribes and the important ministers of the emperors are very clear that once they can't go back, not only will the wealth accumulated by generations be taken away, but also their own tribes will be destroyed. The king of a tribe and the elite warriors in the clan are destroyed in a foreign country. For the whole tribe, it represents the tragic fate of destruction and countless people.

"Of course I'll let you go." Shaoqiu said lightly, "All of you present can go. The injured can also be taken away, but the remaining soldiers will stay.

"You..." Di Yao was furious, "What do you mean?"

"Does your majesty think that after 30 years of fighting, you can leave after patting your buttocks?" Shaoqiu said coldly, "Who will compensate for my people who died in the battle? Who will take care of those widows and lonely people who have lost their parents and brothers? Did you destroy my city, destroy my land, burn my palace, plunder my cattle and horses, and swagger home after losing the war?

Di Yao breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Do you want to compensate? OK, make a price."

It is said to be compensation, but it is actually a ransom. Although this matter is humiliating, it is the fact that they lost the war after all. According to the rules of the wilderness, the two sides have the right to kill the prisoners of war. As for turning prisoners of war into slaves or trafficking, it is already lenient. It's even more unexpected to be able to pay some ransom to release people.

After all, for any tribe in the wilderness, population means everything.

"100,000 stones of grain, 10,000 cows, horses, dolphins and sheep, 100,000 catties of bronze, and 1,000 craftsmen..."

"You are blackmailing!" Di Yao said angrily, "I have been suffering from floods over the years. How can there be so many--"

Shaoqiu raised his hand to stop him and looked behind him: "You may not be able to take out so many supplies, but someone can take it. Lord Ji Kai, do you want me to detain you here and wait for your tribe to exchange the ransom?

Ji Kai shook his body and said coldly, "No, I know how much ransom I am worth."

"Yes! Yes!" The kings of the tribe began to persuade their majesty, "Let's all collect these ransoms. You see, there is a copper mountain in the territory of the Huaiyi tribe. There is a bumper harvest of grain in the Yang tribe this year. There are countless cattle and horses for Lord Ji Kai... Your Majesty, let's put it together. It is expected that there is no problem. A thousand craftsmen, workers and herdsmen can also find a way, right? Engineer and herdsman?"

Mr. Teng is stupid and doesn't know what to do. Di Yao is even more depressed. Why did he never know that his clans are so rich?

Shaoqiu ignored him and said the ransom he requested intact. Anyway, he said that all ethnic groups grinned and nodded. Unexpectedly, he didn't wait for Di Yao to speak, and all of them agreed.

When Shaoqiu finished speaking, Di Yao opened his eyes incredulously, looked at his ministers, and muttered, "You... agree?"

"Apise! Agree!" More than a dozen clans spoke with one voice.

Di Yao looked at this group of clans strangely, looked at his tempered warriors, and suddenly laughed and said, "Very good! Great! Thirty years of Yao's war, it's over--"

"Puff--" A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the huge body fell down.

The heavy snow covered the yellow, and it was wrapped in the world of frozen snow dance from south to north.

This year's winter is extremely cold. After passing the Yangtze River, I feel a compelling chill. Even the edge of Qianli Yunmengze is frozen. At a glance, it is dazzlingly cold.

All the way north from the southern wilderness, in just half a month, the news of the defeat of Qiushan has spread. There are scattered soldiers who withdrew from Yanhuang everywhere, and some even the large-scale retreat of the whole army. From the south bank of the Yangtze River to the north end of Yunmengze, hundreds of miles of vast ice and snow, Yanhuang soldiers who lack unified command are everywhere. Yes.