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Chapter 149 Standing is Power, Not Hate
Xie Yuan walked to the school field, and saw a group of people booing around him from a distance, and Ke Sande's tall figure was especially eye-catching in the crowd.

Xie Yuan didn't wear armor. Although there were many people who knew her in the barracks, they didn't pay much attention to the people around them when they were booing and watching.

So when Xie Yuan bypassed the spectators and saw everything, only two or three people nearby noticed Xie Yuan, subconsciously moved out of the way, and fell silent instantly.

But just the changes of these few people did not affect the lively atmosphere of the entire crowd.

At least the two protagonists who were competing in the arena didn't notice it at all.

Kesande was competing with a captive of the Southwest King. Southerners are generally not tall, short, and strong, with a wild and brute force.

So they all call these local people in the Southwest "Southern Manzi".

At this time, the "Southern Barbarian" who had been a prisoner turned into a recruit was being pressed to the ground by Kesande stepping on his head. He gritted his teeth, spewed some blood foam from his bitten mouth, and desperately tried to get up from the ground. , but I couldn't get up no matter what, it seemed extremely humiliating.

With his waist in his hands, Kesande stepped on his head, put his hands on his waist, and scolded sarcastically:
"His mother's defeated general, can you show me another one!! My mother's father has never seen such a shameless prisoner, who the hell do you think you are?! Fuck me?!! "

The eyes of the people on the ground were already bloodshot from hatred. Looking at it like that, as long as he was given a chance, he would stab Kesande's throat without hesitation.

At the same time, there is also a faint sense of hostility among the captive groups of locals around them.

"Kesande!"

Seeing this situation, Xie Yuan raised his brows, was furious, and shouted loudly.

As soon as her slightly hoarse voice roared out, Ke Sande immediately stopped, and looked at the voice with a guilty conscience.

It's over, it really is Xie Yuan... Ke Sande couldn't help thinking.

...His juvenile voice has a slightly deep hoarse voice, which is really recognizable.

"Come with me!" Xie Yuan said coldly, turned around and left.No matter how you look at that expression, you are angry.

Ke Sande followed tremblingly.

No matter whether they are newcomers or old people, the crowd became lively again.

"Who is that young man? It looks so majestic, Captain Ke was so scared." A newcomer asked.

"That's our captain, who doesn't even have this kind of vision." The old man under Xie Yuan rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.

"Huh? The lieutenant is so young? Is it a lie?"

"Yeah... It doesn't look like he's dressed, why is he still wearing wooden armor, he looks so shabby..."

These two were made up from other military camps, they were not southern barbarians, and they were more compatible with Xie Yuan's men, and they spoke more casually.

"Hmph... just wait, when your training is almost done, when the captain comes to test your training results, then you will open your eyes and know that you can't judge people by their appearance..." A veteran who had been here coolly put down After saying a word, he left the crowd proudly.

On this side, Xie Yuan took Ke Sande directly to his tent.

Xie Yuan stood still on his front foot, and just as Ke Sande came in on his back foot, Xie Yuan turned around and attacked.

Ke Sande was taken aback, and instinctively blocked it with his hands twice, but was subdued by Xie Yuan's swift hand locking his throat, pinching him so that he stuck out his tongue.Then there was pain in my leg, my center of gravity was unstable, and I fell to the ground with a "slap".

Being thrown by Xie Yuan is a common occurrence, and he didn't feel anything up to this point, just thought it was a daily "lesson", but when the soles of Xie Yuan's soapy boots stepped on his face and pressed his head, Ke Santo was furious all of a sudden.

He cursed vaguely in his throat, and then desperately waved his hands to grab Xie Yuan's feet, trying to drag her away.

As a result, Xie Yuan's hand was like a whip, and hit Ke Sande's hand with two "slaps", and his hand was thrown to the ground fiercely, and it was heart-piercing as if it was broken.

"Ah!!!" Ke Sande exhaled in pain, the more he struggled, the more his face hurt, the more he hurt, the more he hated and humiliated.

The last time Xie Yuan hit her so hard was because she roasted her rabbit.

"Fuck your ancestor Jie Yuan! How did I offend you again?!!! Let me up!" Ke Sande cursed vaguely as his cheeks were almost dislocated by Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan looked at him, gritted his teeth in anger and hatred, then let go of his feet and stood aside.

Both hands of Ke Sande were in pain, and he got up from the ground reluctantly. As soon as he stood up, his first reaction was to bully Xie Yuan, and then try to make up for it.

But seeing Xie Yuan standing there, with one hand pressed on the saber, a pair of red phoenix eyes looked into his eyes coldly.

He returned to the cage rationally in an instant, and then took two and a half steps back...

Xie Yuan saw that he was being honest, so he opened his mouth in a cold voice, and asked, "How does it feel to be trampled on the head?!"

Only then did Ke Sande realize why Xie Yuan was so ruthless just now, so he murmured back:
"humiliation……"

"You know humiliation, why do you still treat your comrades like this?! Don't you understand such a simple truth as 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you'?!" Xie Yuan's voice was sharp, already impatient.

Ke Sande knew he was wronged, but he still felt wronged, so he said in a low voice: "They don't listen to orders, and they don't obey discipline. I just want to teach them a lesson, and it's only when I get angry for a while."

Xie Yuan's calm voice immediately picked up:

"If you want to stand up, I won't care about you if you show off your skills in a fight! But the competition is the competition, can you do things like stomping on people's heads?! Let me ask you, did you hate it when I stepped on you just now?" hatred?"

Kesande said dully, "...hate."

Xie Yuan pointed his finger at the ground excitedly, and said angrily: "You will hate the friendship between you and me so many times. Think about it, how do they feel when you step on them?!...Now more than half of the whole camp is The locals who were captured in the Southwest, the army has already set out...Are you trying to stir up a mutiny?!"

Ke Sande didn't think so much. Hearing what Xie Yuan said, his face turned pale and his eyes shook.

Seeing that he realized the seriousness, Xie Yuan calmed down a little.

So he patiently explained:
"If you want the subordinates to respect you, you have to respect them first! Establishing prestige is prestige, not hatred. When you lead troops in the future, remember this firmly!"

Ke Sande was a big man, almost a head taller than Xie Yuan, holding his two painful wrists, and nodded obediently.

Xie Yuan's voice softened, and he said, "Punishment: Go back to be the corps leader after being demoted to one level, and go out to apologize in public, are you convinced?"

Ke Sande took a look at Xie Yuan's face, and responded with a listless voice: "...convinced."

(End of this chapter)