The next day, Nanpingguan meeting hall.
Xiao Yuan was behind several cases directly above, unrolling a scroll of bamboo slips and checking the detailed reports of the battle in Jiaoyang.
Not long after, Meng Ya walked in, accompanied by Professor Tian.
Seeing Xiao Yuan, Professor Tian first saluted and stepped aside. Then Meng Ya put his hand on his chest and bent deeply: "I have met His Highness the King of Qin."
Xiao Yuan put away the bamboo slips, looked at him with a smile and extended his hand: "No need to be polite, Chief Meng, please take a seat."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Meng Ya bowed again and sat down next to him.
When the sergeant brought the food and wine, each of them had a case in front of them. Xiao Yuan also picked up the bronze cup and said with a smile: "Mr. Meng is tired from traveling and traveling. He should have hosted a banquet. However, the conditions in the army are simple. If there is any disrespect, there will be many." Haihan."
"Oh, Your Highness is too polite." Meng Ya hurriedly picked up the wine glass.
"Come on, please."
"Your Highness, please."
After a glass of wine, Xiao Yuan chatted with him some more, and then got to the point.
When it came to the matter of more than 6,000 women, Meng Ya immediately returned: "Your Highness clearly knows that the entry into the Central Plains is all due to the malice of the Yong clan and does not represent the entire Southern Xinjiang. However, Southern Xinjiang strives to reconcile with the Central Plains. Based on this, after more than 6,000 women were escorted back to southern Xinjiang by the Yong tribe, our Baimi tribe immediately protected them."
The leader of the Yong clan is the current King of the Southern Barbarians.
Meng Ya's meaning was already very clear, and he told Xiao Yuan straightforwardly that the invasion of the Central Plains was the crime of the Southern Barbarian King and had nothing to do with the Bai Mi tribe.
After Xiao Yuan heard this, he naturally looked at Professor Tian.
The latter quickly put down his wine glass, raised his hand and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, I have seen this with my own eyes. The White Elk tribe did not harm me, the Central Plains woman."
Xiao Yuan nodded, then looked at Meng Ya and said: "Very good, Leader Meng has this intention, and I am very pleased. What are the conditions, but please speak up."
"More than six thousand women from the Central Plains are being escorted by the Baimi tribe. They will be able to return safely to Nanping Pass in the near future. This is our sincerity in southern Xinjiang. At the same time, we request your highness to release the Baipu tribe and the Panhu tribe. , have no intention of invading the Central Plains, they are completely forced by the mediocre people, please allow your highness to do so."
Now Bai Mi has taken the initiative to release the hostages, but has no intention of rescuing the Southern Barbarian King. He only demands that the Baipu and Panhu tribe be released. This is obviously Meng Ya's desire to win over the southern Xinjiang forces and become the Southern Barbarian King himself.
This was also the reason why he wanted to meet Xiao Yuan in person.
After listening to what he said, Xiao Yuan thought for a long time.
Based on the current situation in the world, it is actually not conducive for the Qin army to enter southern Xinjiang to fight, and now is not the time to solve the problem of southern Xinjiang. Instead of letting the south be in chaos, it is better to make it surrender softly and wait for the world to be unified before destroying the barbarians. .
Thinking of this, he followed suit and said: "I can agree to your request, but the Nanman King ravaged Jiaoyang City and committed an unforgivable crime, and you must pay the price for it. And the Qin State hopes that the Baimi tribe can dominate southern Xinjiang. The political power will only recognize Bai Mi’s status in southern Xinjiang.”
Hearing this, Meng Ya's spirit was lifted up, and he was overjoyed, because this was exactly the result he wanted. He immediately said without hesitation: "The mediocre people will destroy themselves, and the crime will not be punished. From now on, Southern Xinjiang will only Da Qin is the superior state."
"Okay, please drink this cup to the full, Chief Meng." Xiao Yuan was delighted.
Meng Ya was also satisfied. He held the cup with both hands and said with a smile on his face: "Your Highness, please."
There were no twists and turns in this meeting. It could be said that it went smoothly. Xiao Yuan accepted the peace conditions of Southern Xinjiang. At this time, the remaining 40,000 Southern Barbarian troops were on the verge of surrender, because they had long been gone. With water and supplies, there is no hope of breaking out of the siege. If the siege continues, the whole army can only be annihilated.
A few days later, in a wilderness dozens of miles away from Nanping Pass.
This is where the barbarian army is trapped. At this moment, more than 40,000 people have all had their weapons confiscated and are in the process of surrendering.
The vast plain was filled with unarmed Nanman soldiers, all of them listless because of hunger.
If you look down from a high altitude, you will see uniform black armor and red tassels in all directions, arranged in several square formations, with halberds standing in great numbers.
Meng Ya came with Xiao Yuan. In front of the Qin army, he pointed at the two generals beside the Barbarian King and whispered to Xiao Yuan.
According to the agreement, Xiao Yuan nodded, then named a Qin general and explained.
General Qin agreed, and then the two barbarian generals were forcibly taken over.
During the escorting process, the two of them naturally struggled continuously, and one of them was still shouting something loudly. However, the army had surrendered, as if they were waiting to be slaughtered.
But when they came to Xiao Yuan and saw Meng Ya, the two of them were happy again and shouted almost at the same time: "Leader Meng Ya!"
These two barbarian generals are the leaders of the Baipu tribe and the Panhu tribe. Although the Yong tribe is the leader of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, there are many tribes.
Meng Ya didn't talk too much and said directly: "Take your tribe and follow me immediately."
"Ah?" The two of them didn't react.
"Hurry up! This is a gift from His Highness King Qin!" Meng Ya urged again.
After hearing this, the two finally felt sorry and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, we will follow Leader Meng Ya right now..."
At the critical moment of life and death, the two tribes did not dare to hesitate at all, and they did not take into account the Barbarian King's intentions. After returning, they quickly separated from the Barbarian army camp with their own tribesmen.
This process lasted for a long time and caused a commotion. When it was about time, Meng Ya also subconsciously looked at Xiao Yuan.
Understanding what he meant, Xiao Yuan raised his arm and waved to the left.
Following his movements, the Qin army's camp was divided into two, with neat and well-trained movements.
Seeing this, Meng Ya quickly signaled to the two tribes. The latter two were also beaming with joy. They kept waving to the tribesmen behind them and left here in a panic.
Under such a situation, the Nanman King was suddenly confused, but Qin troops were everywhere, and he did not dare to act rashly. Wu Tu moved the corner of his mouth and said worriedly: "King, what do the Qin troops mean? Why do you want to let Bai Bai first?" Pu and the Panhu tribe left."
"How do I know!" The Nanman King also frowned.
But soon, he knew that after the two clans left, Xiao Yuan directly waved his hand and issued the order to annihilate the Southern Barbarian King.
"Crossbowman!"
General You Qin started to drink loudly.
Wow! Wow!
With the sound of armor clashing neatly, the soldiers of the Qin army loaded their bows with arrows and drew them to full length.
With such movement, the Southern Barbarian King was immediately frightened, and the remaining barbarian troops looked left and right in panic.
But before they could react, the flag was waved down fiercely.
"Fire the arrow——"
Plop, plop!
Thousands of arrows were fired in unison, like a dense rain, arriving in an instant. Under the direct fire, a large number of the surrounding barbarian troops instantly fell down, and they were all nailed into hedgehogs. Miserable howls filled the whole place.
