In the swamp highlands, the blood array dissipated, and what was left was pungent smell and floating debris.

It was originally a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers, but now it is full of mummies.

Samoko sat on the big stone, his eyes were dull. Not far from where he was, the bodies of Anai and Dong Tuna were lying there quietly, motionless.

Anai's originally tall body is now too shriveled. On her face, which has shrunk for several rounds, her empty eyes are still wide, telling her unwillingness and fear before her death.

Dong Tuna's appearance was even more terrifying. Her whole body was gnawed by blood plague, and her body was surrounded by minced meat, attracting bites from flies and insects in the swamp.

The blood formation was scattered in the middle of the journey, and the barbarians who were originally in the highland survived 30 to 40%. However, the leaders of the tribes such as Samoko were too close to the center of the blood formation and were hit first. Except for Samoko, no one survived.

It's funny that this huge southwest land, except for Samoko, the rest of the rest died completely. At this moment, he is the veritable Southwest Yi King.

However, Samoko, who was alone, did not have time to taste this pathetic victory, and his heart was filled with many doubts.

Why is the only one who survived?

Samoko asked himself that he was no different from the leader who was lying on the ground now. He learned the witchcraft taught by the high priest since childhood. Now that the high priest had a ill-hearted intention, he must have been tampered with the method they practiced, so in the blood array, these people had no ability to resist.

The cavalry of the Zhou army was cruising on the high ground, and the young man with a feather fan and a scarf slowly entered his sight, making Samokobon feel a hint of clarity in his mind.

"Why didn't I die?"

Samoko ran to Yang Xian and was stopped by the guards of the escort, and the question blurted out.

Yang Xian has never met someone who would ask such a question, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Do you still remember the medicine that Huang Que asked you to take in Bonan County?"

Samoko nodded, looking curious.

"That elixir is called Guming Dan, which can be Guhun Ming Tang. There are problems with the witchcraft you learn, and you may not even notice it yourself. When you are in high spirits, you often cannot control your rationality. If you take this elixir, your fatal flaw in learning witchcraft will be compensated."

Positive emotions from Samoko 666

Samoko didn't understand why Yang Xian saved him as an enemy of these Zhou people? However, in Samoko's huge body, a heart was full of gratitude.

"Why do you want to save me?"

Yang Xian smiled, shook the fan, and looked at the sea of ​​clouds stacked in the distance.

"What do I have to do with you if I want to save you?"

Samoko looked confused, not knowing what Yang Xian said meant? He was only one sq. Apart from Yang Xian, he felt that there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them. The young man in white clothes and holding a white feather fan was becoming more and more unfathomable.

Samoko looked at the bloody ground, pinched himself in a daze, gritted his teeth, and knelt down.

"Since the Prime Minister saved me, then after this, my Samoko and the people of my tribe will all belong to the Prime Minister. I will be willing to die for the Prime Minister for the rest of my life!"

Yang Xian used a feather fan to hold Tossamoke's tight hands and let him stand up.

"Thank you, Prime Minister!"

"Now that Anai and Dong Tuna are dead, the leaders of the tribes of the southwest are nine CDs here. I want you to unify the southwest all the barbarians within one month and become the real king of the southwest.

"As for your order!"

Within one month, the southwest barbarians who lost their tribe leaders died and surrendered under the siege of Samoko and Changce Army. The southwest land was surrounded by mountains, and the Nanjing County occupied only a small piece of plain on the northern edge of its territory. A large area of ​​land in the south was scattered with various tribes living in it. Now, Dong Tuna and Anai were dead, and their tribes surrendered to the Zhou army one after another. After these large tribes were pacified, the remaining small tribes also surrendered to the jurisdiction of Yizhou.

Changce Army Dazhai.

Yang Xian held the white feather fan in his hand and gently placed it on the candlelight.

The flames obviously did not burn the white hair, but instead were subjected to some heavy pressure and dispersed around.

The Baipi Bead can ward off water and fire, but now it is mixed with this white-haired fan and becomes a magic weapon, which is spiritual.

"Lord! All the generals outside the account are asking for a meeting!"

The guards outside the account reported, and Yang Xian nodded. The black tent door separated from both sides, and the sun shone in, sweeping away the darkness. Yang An, Yang Guijiao An, Samoke and the other four entered and stood on both sides.

"The report from the Prime Minister is based on the efforts of two generals Yang An and Yang Gui and Lord Samoke. Now the last twenty tribes along the coast of the southwest have offered their surrender!"

Jiao An looked happy and bowed his hand and said.

"I have submitted a report to the king that he will establish a southwest county here, with twelve counties and a port."

The southwest land is vast, but the population is still pitifully small compared to this vast land.

"The king knew the pearl with wise eyes and specially appointed General Jiao as the governor of this southwest county."

"Thank you, the king, thank you, the prime minister!"

After Yang Xian said that, Jiao An fell to his knees, and looked grateful.

Most of the southwest land barbarians live in caves and make a living by fishing and hunting. However, this land is fertile. If you can plan well, you may be able to start providing food and soldiers to Yizhou in five years.

"Samoko!"

"I'm here!"

Although Samoke was King Yi, he performed courtesy of Yang Xian as a minister, as if he had regarded him as a lord.

"The rainy season is approaching, and I am about to go to work hard. I will station you here to assist the Jiao County Magistrate to build cities and relocate the land!"

Samoko looked indifferent, and he was not interested in these things. If he could, he would rather follow Yang Xian to the north.

"In addition, I want to establish a foreign army, and the number of people is tentatively set to be about 10,000, and you will be led by you. The world is in peace, and Huan is in chaos. If the war is about to begin, you must practice well."

Although Samoko's territory is in the jurisdiction of the southwest county, it does not belong to these twelve counties. Building cities, immigrants, roads and farming is a long process, and it is impossible to achieve results in a short period of time. Samoko's troops absorbed the population of many other tribes and were the strongest force in the southwest.

Samoko nominally surrendered to the Great Zhou Dynasty and received a golden seal issued by the King of Shu. However, in fact, he only followed Yang Xian's order.

The French army is different from the Changce Army. They are not from the army, but they are inherited by a branch of grassland witchcraft. Their characteristics are that they can inspire blood and ignite extremely high combat power and defense power in a short period of time, and they are extremely adaptable and have strong combat capabilities in places with complex mountains and forests.

"Yang Gui!"

"I'm here!"

Yang Xian turned his eyes to Yang Gui and said, "I have personally selected 300 people from the Yi army who are good at controlling tigers and leopards, forming a guard, named Zhaoye, and you will be in charge."

Yang Xian discovered that the tiger and leopard trained in the southwest barbarian land has a special breed, spirituality, and can be controlled by people, just like war horses, and even better than war horses. Not only does it have extremely high endurance, adaptability and speed, but also its ferociousness and combat flexibility are far inferior to war horses.

Three hundred riders are already the limit that the southwest can provide now.

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