The sacrificial activities lasted for a day, worshipping the heavens and respecting the ancestors, and at night, Yang Hao set up a banquet, and the high-level of the Daqi tribe was full of joy.

It's just that Yang Hao feels that there is no wine at the dinner, although he is not an alcoholic, but he really wants to drink two glasses at this time.

He knew that wine had appeared in this era, but as a luxury, this thing only existed in the hands of the major clans.

This made Yang Hao envious, thinking that if he broke through the Three Provinces Kingdom, he would definitely have a good drink.

After the sacrifice, the tribesmen know that their tribe has its own totem, Tai Chi Bagua, this mysterious pattern is not a bird, not a beast, it is said to contain the way of heaven.

People don't care about what is the way of heaven, but the totem of their own tribe is given by the true god, and it is much more powerful than other totems.

The Tai Chi Bagua flag fluttering on the flagpole of the altar has become a symbol of the Daqi tribe.

Maybe it is the characteristics of this era, or some mysterious factors, the pottery will always be painted with some more abstract patterns, when the totem appeared, Yang Hao was surprised by the development, and the Taiji gossip map in the tribe suddenly increased.

It is difficult for Yang Hao to understand the art form of this era, but he has little interest in art, and he does not want to interfere with the natural evolution of art.

Looking at the fluttering flag, Yang Hao felt a little painful, thinking of the things in Huaxia in the future, he was actually regarded as the national flag by some small countries with big noses, and he had the urge to scold his mother.

"Damn, Huaxia is Huaxia, how can it be comparable to the fake and shoddy products of Gaoli sticks, Lao Tzu This is an authentic gossip map, forcing Lao Tzu to be in a hurry, so I will make a Huanglong gossip Taiji sickle hammer map!"

Yang Hao thought with some bad taste.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that just a few days after the Great Qi tribe had held its sacrificial activities, the shortest day of the day was observed.

Like the Daqi tribe, the Xia Dynasty in the far west also carried out the ritual of sacrificing to the sky, but the ritual of sacrificing to the sky in the Xia Dynasty was more huge and grand, full of mysterious religious colors, but this sacrifice was not a warm vein.

Xia Qi, whose position was completely consolidated, launched an incomparably bloody killing of the captives of the Hu clan.

On the tall altar, the heads of people were rolling, and on this day, the Hu clan was completely destroyed, and those who survived the Hu clan, after the defeat, fled west in a hurry and disappeared.

Compared to these captives who were sacrificed, those who escaped were undoubtedly lucky.

The leaders of the various departments looked at the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood under the altar, and the fear of Xia Qi in their hearts was even greater.

"Xia Hou Tianwei, all the clans are obedient!"

"The Queen of Summer! All nations are obedient! ”

Under the altar, the crowd of black oppressors fell to their knees.

Xia Qi was very satisfied with his performance of killing chickens and monkeys, and the effect of using the blood of the Hu clan to deter these tribes had been achieved, the corners of his mouth were curled, and he said with his hands: "All the kings are exempt!" ”

"Xie Xiahou!"

The crowd shouted.

"Youhu clan disrespects the gods, this is their fate, I hope you don't follow in the footsteps of the Hu clan!"

Xia Qi's voice was not loud, but everyone heard that their bodies trembled.

"We will obey the orders of the Queen of Summer!"

Xia Qi nodded with satisfaction.

"Xirong barbarians, disobedient to the king, invade my Great Xia territory, when the warehouse is sufficient in the coming year, I don't want to hear the name Xirong!"

When the various ethnic groups heard this, their faces immediately turned bitter, just after fighting the Youhu clan, they were going to fight Xirong, this Xia Qi was going to wipe out their families.

But in the face of the summer apocalypse, all the clans could not raise the strength to resist at all, so they had to reply: "We obey orders!" ”

After the sacrifice, Xia Qi, who was proud of the spring breeze, ignored the advice of the ministers and prepared to build a mausoleum for his father Yu.

Now that he is the co-ruler of the world, his father deserves the same glory as he did when he died.

As soon as Xia Qi's decree came out, it became the end of countless slaves, and a large number of slaves were gathered to build a mausoleum, but when the mausoleum was completed, it was the end of their lives.

Artisans worked through the night to refine the ornate burial objects cast in bronze.

When Great Xia's national strength was thriving, there was bad news that reached Xia Qi's ears.

A month after the sacrifice, Jiang Xiang, who was supposed to return, did not return for a long time, which made Xia Qi have a bad premonition.

Xia Qi was very unimpressed by Shao Simu's accusation of Jiang Xiang's collusion with Sanshuguo, Jiang Xiang's personality he knew very well, although he was a little timid and cowardly, but he was loyal to himself.

When he was imprisoned by Yi, Jiang Xiang did a lot of maneuvers from it, and it can be said that Jiang Xiang contributed a lot to the reason why he is where he is today.

His confidant sent an envoy to a small Fang country, but he didn't return for a long time, and Xia Qi instinctively sensed the danger.

"Could it be that the Three Provinces really have a rebellious heart."

Xia Qi stroked his beard and frowned in thought.

And the sound of the Great Xia ministers arguing below gave him a headache.

Xia Qi, who was annoyed, shouted angrily: "Jing!"

The Great Xia Qunchen immediately seemed to have pressed the pause button, and they were suddenly silent.

"The small country of the three countries, I expect that they have no courage to rebel, Jiang Xiang did not return this time, there must be a reason, when the ice and snow melt, people will lead an army to go, if the three countries really rebel, immediately destroy this clan, this matter will be done!"

"We obey!"

Now that Xia Qi has decided on the solution to this matter, no matter what the ministers think, they can only swallow it in their stomachs, and at this time, they are fighting with Xia Qi, they simply think that their lives are too long.

After the meeting dispersed, the young young priest had a somewhat cold expression.

When he returned to his residence, he immediately closed the gate of the courtyard and gathered his own doormen.

"Shaosi, I'm afraid Jiang Xiang is over."

A middle-aged man with long hair chuckled.

Mu nodded and said: "Jiang is against me in every place, I can't imagine that there is today, I really want to help me." ”

"I think that the young secretary should fight for the matter of leading the army in the coming year."

One said in a deep voice.

Mu sneered: "I naturally know that the three small countries dare to snub with me, this enmity I will have to pay the price, I say that they rebel, if they don't rebel, they will be committed, but this matter of leading the army, you still need to plan for me." ”

The intrigue of the Xia Dynasty's ministers and the tranquil Daqi tribe are in stark contrast.

After the sacrifice, both savages and prisoners of war had a significantly stronger sense of belonging to the Daqi tribe.

Even those tribes that had been conquered by the Great Qi were also brainwashed by Yang Hao repeatedly, thinking that they were bewitched by the evil god at the beginning, so they would resist the salvation of the true god, and now they have rejoined the arms of the true god, and this time they have suffered, just to make up for their previous sins.