Chief don't slap in the face

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In the blue sky, the golden dragon slowly dissipated, but the enemy had already collapsed, Xia Ji ran away, lost his command, and the fighting power of those molten giants was greatly reduced, let alone the opponent of Chaosong Djinn.

Riding a horse may not necessarily run out of the wasteland, and the infantry who rely on two legs are basically useless.

Every day, a large number of Xia's soldiers were captured.

"What should I do? If this continues, I will die!"

A dozen rout soldiers looked at the centurion commander. Fortunately, it was summer, and they could pick wild fruits and hunt to satisfy their hunger, otherwise they would not be able to persist.

"What can I do? I'm desperate too!"

The centurion grabbed a raw rabbit leg and devoured it hungrily.

With the chasing soldiers right behind them, everyone didn't have time to bury the pot to make food. In fact, even if they had, they didn't dare.

The defeated soldiers were speechless, and their morale was terribly low. Suddenly, someone's voice sounded.

These rout soldiers were like rabbits whose tails had been stepped on. They grabbed their weapons, but instead of fighting, they immediately got into the dense bushes or climbed up the branches to hide.

Xia Mao was the first to explore the way, his whole body was covered with bruises, and because of his impatience, his mouth got angry and his mouth was full of blisters.

In the past few days, in order to get rid of those dragoons, only a dozen of the personal guards have died, which can be described as extremely miserable.

"Xia Mao!"

When the centurion saw Xia Mao, he rushed out with surprise on his face.

"Who?"

Xia Mao let out a loud roar, and was relieved when he saw that it was his own: "Is there anything to eat? Give me some!"

The centurion handed over a piece of rabbit leg.

Seeing that there were teeth marks on the bloody rabbit's leg, Xia Mao didn't dislike it. He tore a big mouthful, chewed a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"damn!"

The centurion also planned to let Xia Maola help himself, but seeing the other party like this, he was more embarrassed than himself: "Where is the chief patriarch?"

"Behind!"

Not long after, Xia Ji appeared, and a group of broken soldiers rushed to meet him.

Now that it looks like this, Xia Ji didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, and let Xia Mao continue to explore the way.

The rout soldiers hurried to follow, but soon, they were exhausted. There was no way, Xia Mao and his party had horses.

"Big... big patriarch, I can't walk anymore, wait... just wait for us!"

A broken soldier opened his mouth. He knew that doing so would annoy Xia Ji, but he didn't want to die, so he had to bite the bullet and speak.

Someone took the lead, and the others became more courageous and shouted one after another.

"Shut up, shut up, you want to attract the enemy?"

A guard growled in terror.

"Take a break, we can't keep up!"

The broken soldiers explained.

"If you can't keep up, don't follow!"

The guard cursed, his eyes full of disgust.

"You actually abandoned your clansman, I'm going to sue the big patriarch!"

The defeated soldiers were dissatisfied.

"Pooh"

The guard spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Keep going!"

Xia Ji glanced back, then gave a cold order, these infantry not only won't increase their own strength, but will also slow down everyone's pace of action, besides, the more people there are, the greater the chance of exposure.

The personal guards let the rout soldiers call, not only turned a deaf ear, but also quickened their pace.

"Great patriarch, don't abandon us!"

The broken soldiers wailed.

"Boss, what should I do?"

The rout soldiers looked at the centurion helplessly.

The Long March of Hundred People was stunned speechless, Xia Ji turned his head back, cold and heartless, which scared him and made him feel cold.

"Nimma, you don't even care about the tribe, what kind of patriarch is this?"

A young rout soldier couldn't stand this birdishness, and slashed at the big tree beside him with a knife: "Just grab him and surrender to Chaoge!"

"Shh, you don't want to live anymore?"

Everyone was startled.

"In this way, there are nine out of ten chances that you won't be able to escape. It's better to surrender to Chaoge."

There is no way to defeat the soldiers, he would rather surrender than die.

boom!

The centurion raised his hand and punched him in the face.

"If you want to be a traitor again, don't blame me for being rude!"

The centurion scolded.

"What kind of traitor are you? Xia Ye is also from the Xia clan!"

The defeated soldier felt aggrieved: "Isn't it because the patriarch took a fancy to his tribe and wanted to snatch it, but it didn't work?"

"If you want to say that you are in debt, it is the patriarch who owes the family."

There are broken soldiers to help.

Thanks to Xia Yunzhi, in order to reduce Xia Ji's reputation, he spread the deeds of Xia Ye's family, and almost everyone in the Xia family knew about it.