Inside the half-human-high wall, there is a large earthen pit about two people high, about ten meters in diameter, which is called the dungeon of the Chahai Dongyi tribe. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this pit under the sun, there were more than a dozen men with bare chests and arms, wearing only a pair of tattered linen shorts, with holes of different sizes exposed in front or behind, more than half of them were full of black beards, and a few small ones, all of them were sitting on the ground languidly, all of them haggard and unkempt.

All around them, filth was everywhere, the stench was stinking, and they were in a terrible situation.

At first glance, these people have been locked up for a long time, lacking food and water, and are hungry.

They were the defeated tribesmen of the Xiyi tribe, including their chieftain Yiya.

Yi Ya was an easily recognizable man, the tallest and most burly of a dozen people.

In the same way, the ropes that were tied to him were the most numerous and strongest.

Early tomorrow morning, the Dongyi tribe will hold the most solemn sacrifice activities, Yiya and his subordinates are the living sacrifices of Dongyi to worship ancestors, worship totems, and pray for rainfall.

Tonight, they are the last night on earth.

"Abba, are we all going to die tomorrow?" Yiya's youngest and most beloved son was captured with him.

"Child, God bless, we'll all be fine." Yi Ya lowered his head, stroked his lips with several cuts, and replied softly.

So when the walls collapsed and there was a roar outside, a dozen or so people who had been ordered to guard the dungeon knew that something was wrong.

The men of the entire tribe went hunting beasts except for them.

The Dongyi tribe was empty inside, and there were no reinforcements outside.

Surrounded by more than 50 men in Xiyi, there were only a dozen of them and thirty or forty women and children.

After roaring, the Xiyi men who rushed up quickly lit the torch in their hands, and in the other hand, each of them held an arm-long, sharpened wooden stick, or a long stone, which was full of arrogance and murderous spirit.

After these men rushed over, half of the men surrounded Dongyi's men and launched a fierce hand-to-hand fight.

A stout man raised the weapon in his hand, and without any fancy, chose a position with the shortest route and the greatest force, and accurately stabbed the wooden stick into the stomach of the man opposite.

After hearing a heart-rending scream, a triumphant smile appeared on his hideous and fierce face, and after a few spins of his wrist from side to side, he pulled the wooden stick from his opponent's body in a gaze that was the size of a brass bell and refused to believe it.

Half the length of the wooden stick was stained red with blood, and after leaving the mother body with the warm blood, it gathered on the tip of the tip in the direction of the wooden stick hanging to the ground, and then dripped to the ground.

And the smashed flesh and blood were blurred, and a stream of blood as thick as the body of a water snake was sprayed directly into his face like tap water in an out-of-control faucet.

Just as he was about to wipe the blood off his face, a sharp pain came from his back heart.

His back, like the man he stabbed, was plunged into the back by his opponent with a wooden rod two inches in diameter, which reached his heart and ended his life neatly.

The fierce hand-to-hand combat continued.

The other half of the people threw the thick rope characters of rattan weaving into the pit from the collapsed gap, Yiya took the lead in climbing and carrying his son up, and the other people also climbed out of the pit along a few rattans in turn, and threw themselves into hand-to-hand combat one after another.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen men in Dongyi were killed and seven were wounded, and the rest were captured alive.

After Yi Ya ended the battle here, he led his men, and in a short time, he grabbed more than 20 women and children from the surrounding earthen houses, tied them with long rattans, and escorted them back to his tribe with the pigs, cattle, sheep and other livestock that were driven out.

By the time Dongyi chief Boyan and his men rushed home with the carcasses of a dozen wild boars and wild wolves, the place had already been tragically destroyed, with corpses strewn across the roadside, some roofs in ashes, and the elderly and children holding the corpses and looking for their relatives everywhere wept and wiped their tears.

Bo Yan's eyes were bloody, and he let out a beastly roar at the dark sky!

After this battle, Dongyi's morale was greatly reduced, and it was difficult to become a climate for a long time.

Returning to Xiyi, Yiya settled his men, drove Dongyi's captives into a pit in the same place as the one he had been, and arranged for a dozen people to guard outside, and walked alone to a pond halfway up the mountain.

That pond is the living water that the whole clan depends on for survival, and it is the holy land of Xiyi.

Now, there is a man waiting for him there.

Under the same moonless, starless and lightless sky, Xiyi's pond is like a lost star in the ground, shining with flickering light through the sparkling water.

At the bottom of this pond, there is a dark yellow gem, and the light in the water is the light emitted by this gem.

When Yiya walked to the edge of the pond, the guards had already evacuated.

In the water near the shore, the back of a woman sitting with her back to him clearly caught his eye.

"Jiang Ji," Yi Ya's footsteps stepped into the water, and walked behind the woman who was called Jiang Ji.

He sat behind Jiang Ji, stretched out his long arms, crossed his waist, and hugged the woman in front of him.

The woman who was called Jiang Ji by Yi Ya was the witch on the sacrificial altar that Zuo Huangzhe saw when he first came here.

The tips of her long hair floated on the surface of the water, gently sticking to Yi Ya's chest, tickling Yi Ya's skin with the ripples of the water.

Yi Ya smiled contentedly and hugged Jiang Ji tightly in his arms.

After a long time, Jiang Ji's soft and docile voice sounded: "Yiya, Dongyi's forces have been dealt a heavy blow tonight, what are you going to do with tomorrow's sacrificial ceremony?" ”

Yi Ya pondered for a moment and made a decisive decision: "Merging the two clans, I want to take this opportunity to become the chief of the two tribes of East and West. ”

"Is this possible?" Jiang Ji was frightened by this thought, she broke free from the restraints from behind, turned around, and faced Yi Ya.

"It may not be possible to give it a try, you see that the water in this pond is getting less and less, the weather is very dry, and the land where Xiyi lives is located in a mountainous area, with little arable land and a large population, and if this continues, we will all die of thirst and starvation. Only by occupying the land of Dongyi, getting their food, and letting them work for us, can Xiyi be strong and prosperous. "Yiya is an ambitious man, and he has more than just a small Dongyi in mind.

"What can I do?" Jiang Ji smiled casually, and there was only the shadow of Yi Ya in her eyes and heart.

"Use your identity and status to create chaos in Dongyi and shake Bo Yan's position, just like you helped my men save me tonight, as long as you calculate the time and prepare well, we can succeed." Yi Ya put his hands on Jiang Ji's shoulders and stroked them gently.

He and Jiang Ji fell in love with each other when they were seven or eight years old because of a chance encounter.

However, Jiang Ji's family has produced witches for generations, and when it came to her generation, she became a new generation of witches cultivated by the family for Dongyi since childhood, and was forced to break up with the chief of Xiyi.

But the two were unwilling to break up like this, and Yiya took the initiative to contact Jiang Ji to continue the relationship.

Since then, Jiang Ji, who is a witch of Dongyi, has given all her heart to Yiya, the chief of Xiyi.

Tonight's rescue was also planned by Jiang Ji.

"Jiang Ji, you have to find a way to make the stone pile dragon become a holy relic of Xiyi, without this, I will never be able to replace Dongyi."

Since the appearance of the stone pile dragon in the Dongyi tribe, the orthodoxy of Xiyi has been greatly threatened and challenged, which is also the most direct reason why Yiya must annex Dongyi in addition to the main problems restricting the development of Xiyi such as water sources, food, and geographical location.

"Got it, I'll make arrangements, you bring Dongyi's captives over at noon tomorrow, and I'll hand over the entire Dongyi to you." Jiang Ji replied confidently.