Daqin: The poorest prime minister, the first emperor begged me for corruption

Chapter 91 A group of grim-faced Spartan warriors, freshly released!

Qin Mo thought like this in his heart, and looked at the shaman chief with a somewhat evil look.

Naturally, the shaman chief could see the hostility in Qin Mo's eyes. He stood up with the help of his tribe, bowed his hands to Qin Mo and said in salute: "If the gods don't give up, you might as well go to the stronghold as a guest."

He performed Chinese etiquette and spoke in poor elegance. He obviously knew that Qin Mo was not a god but a Qin man.

Qin Mo threw the golden scepter back to him, clasped his hands and said in return: "You're welcome, Chief Witch. I saved your people by mistake, so I shouldn't be thanked."

"My companions and I will leave this place right now and won't disturb you any more!"

When the shaman saw that Qin Mo was so understanding, he sincerely invited him again: "Favour is kindness. I ask the gods to come to the stronghold and eat the offerings of my people."

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, gradually losing the patience to play riddles with him, and said bluntly: "There are still more than 60 of my companions at the beach. They are all capable warriors, equipped with iron swords and strong bows."

"If we enter your clan's stronghold, we must be guests, in case your clan members send a message to the King of Panyu and are you sure you want to invite us as guests?"

The restoration of the Xiang family's uncles and nephews in the land of Baiyue attracted a large number of old tribes from the six countries to come, and together they stirred up troubles and fought one after another with the Baiyue allied forces.

Thinking about it further, the witch chief probably had a very bad conscience when he invited him to the village as a guest!

Qin Mo made his own strength clear, firstly by refusing the invitation, and secondly by intimidating him.

If you dare to reveal my whereabouts to the King of Panyu, I won't mind coming back and slaughtering your whole family and the entire village!

Look at these Yue people. The weapons and blades in their hands are shockingly crude. Shimao spears, darts and blowing arrows are the mainstream. The four people headed by a short and stocky young man are equipped with bronze swords and hunting bows. They are probably the best in the clan.

warrior.

It was easy for Qin Mo and his party to slaughter them!

thump--

Under Qin Mo's intimidation, the witch chief broke away from the support of his tribe, knelt down at Qin Mo's feet again, held up the golden scepter again and said: "In this case, it is even more important to invite the gods to come to the village. I am willing to lead the tribe to worship the gods.

Seek shelter!"

Qin Mo was stunned and speechless.

What is this?

More rape?

He actually abandoned the King of Panyu and took refuge with him, a foreigner from Qin?

However, it is not surprising that Qin Mo, after being sluggish, jumped out of the mind of later generations.

Just as Shang Jun assisted Qin Xiaogong in reforming the law, encouraged land reclamation, tax exemptions, and used titles to stimulate farming and war, the poor people in various countries learned about it and left their hometowns one after another, bringing their families and people to Qin, which greatly increased Qin's national power in a short period of time.

Another example is that when Qin Mo conquered outside the Great Wall, he only issued orders to confer military merits and titles, and the hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu's string-controlling men were used by him to defeat the Yue clan and the Donghu tribe.

To put it bluntly, if you have breasts, you are a mother. This is the law of survival in this era!

As for the concept of country, in the eyes of Shengdou Xiaomin, it is probably not as beautiful as a loud fart...

Moreover, the ancient regime in the land of Baiyue still adheres to the slavery system. Will the slaves who are wantonly oppressed be loyal to their masters?

The answer is, of course, no!

Qin Mo's mind was spinning, and his eyes swept over the simple and tough Yue people. Finally, his eyes fell on the prostrate shaman in front of him. He pressed the hilt of his sword and said indifferently: "If I hadn't landed here, by chance, I would have helped your clan."

If everyone collects enough pearls, how will you respond to the envoys sent by the King of Panyu to consecrate them?"

The Shaman Chief trembled and said with a wry smile: "This golden scepter was originally prepared as a gift for the envoy of the King of Panyu. If he is willing to accept the scepter and intercede on behalf of our clan, there may be a chance of success."

Qin Mo asked again: "What if he is greedy?"

The shaman chief's body trembled again, and he pointed at the honest and stocky Yue young man, gritted his teeth and said: "That is my son, I will let him and the warriors of the clan, the envoy and his followers be slaughtered, and then use the name of the gods.

, ordered all the tribes within a hundred miles to go to the King of Panyu to ask for an explanation!"

He pretended to be a ghost and said that God would save him, but it turned out that he wanted it to be fulfilled in his son and find a way out for his people.

Qin Mo suddenly realized, secretly thinking that his subjective consciousness was at work, but he underestimated this guy who was pretending to be a ghost, and continued to ask: "What explanation do you want to ask the King of Panyu?"

The shaman chief's cloudy eyes revealed a look of sadness as he explained: "In previous years, the King of Panyu collected offerings from various tribes. Although the demands were excessive, we could barely survive."

"But this year, the King of Panyu also mobilized men from various ethnic groups, saying that they were going to fight in distant places. They were transferred in batches after batches, but no one returned."

"There is a shortage of young people among all tribes and they are unable to gather enough for the offerings. The King of Panyu is not considerate, but intensifies his efforts. He has massacred two tribes a few days ago, threatening us to hand over all the offerings..."

The King of Panyu frequently drafted young men to fight against the old tribes of the Six Kingdoms.

And war requires money and food. If you win, you can say that you can plunder the enemy and enrich yourself.

However, the Baiyue Allied Forces could not get any advantage against the restoration forces led by the uncle and nephew of the Xiang family. They were bound to lose in almost every battle, and the consumption was even greater.

The King of Panyu could only intensify his efforts, collecting large amounts of offerings from the tribes under his rule, and sending young men to die again and again. He was already trapped in a vicious cycle!

"If this continues, my poor clan members will all die in battle in a foreign land, and their souls will not be able to return to their hometown. The women and children in the clan will have no support and will starve to death."

"Please ask God to show mercy and protect us!"

When the witch chief said this, he broke down in tears, and tears fell down his thin and old face.

He said the last words in Yue language.

The clan members behind him all cried in sorrow, and then prostrated to Qin Mo again: "I would like to worship the gods in order to seek protection!"

Qin Mo let go of the hilt of the sword, but his face was cold, and he said indifferently: "I can't give you shelter..."

The Yue people did not expect that he would refuse so simply, their cries suddenly stopped, and their faces showed despair.

With Qin Mo's help this time, they managed to collect enough beads to offer sacrifices, but what about this time next year?

The King of Panyu is still recruiting young men from his clan. By then, I am afraid that as the shaman chief said, the men will die in battle and the women and children will starve to death inside. There will be no way for them to survive!

…

All the Yue people were in despair, but the shaman chief raised his head and looked up at Qin Mo, his cloudy and tearful eyes now glaring.

Qin Mo lowered his head to meet his earnest gaze, bared his big white teeth and said slowly: "Asylum is for the weak, and you are not weak...Are you weak?"

These words are a bit irritating, but the simple and tough Yue people really do this, and the savagery in their bones gradually replaces the despair on their faces.

Qin Mo took the golden scepter from the shaman chief, pointed it at the prostrate Yue people, looked directly into their eyes, and shouted: "Stand up, whoever dares to oppress you will have his head cut off!"

"The King of Panyu oppresses you, so he will cut off the head of the King of Panyu!"

Hula——

A group of Yue people suddenly stood up, raised their swords and spears and shouted: "Cut off the head of the King of Panyu~!!!"

Qin Mo grinned, looked at Zhang Liang and the swordsmen who were approaching quietly, and finally landed on Zhang Liang: "Maybe you can respect me as your master now!"

Zhang Liang met his gaze and was startled.

Today's kings of Baiyue have long been troubled by the old clans of the Six Kingdoms, and now they have joined Qin Mo, the evil dragon in the world. They don't know what evil they have committed in their previous lives...

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The place where Qin Mo and his party landed was probably the Chaoshan area in later generations.

In the pre-Qin era, it was the junction of the two major Yue ethnic groups, Liyue and Minyue. Going west to Guangzhou was the territory of the ancient Panyu Kingdom, and going east to Fuzhou was the territory of the ancient Fulou Kingdom.

Of course, the territorial boundaries between the two ancient countries are not very clear, and the management of the small tribes under their rule can be described as herding sheep.

I only care about accepting offerings and drawing young men, and I don’t care about anything else. You love me to death.

The small tribes living on the border between the two countries would make offerings to the stronger one. Maybe they would offer offerings to the Panyu Kingdom this year, but next year they would offer offerings to the Fulou Kingdom.

If you are unlucky, you will have to offer sacrifices to both countries at the same time in a year!

The tribe that Qin Mo took over was such an unlucky guy. It is not difficult to understand why they were so poor that they wore grass skirts.

They originally had a hundred and fifty men, but since last year, the King of Panyu has repeatedly recruited young men, and now there are less than seventy or eighty men left, half of whom are old and weak.

However, Yue women are equally tough and tough. They were so tough that on the night everyone took over, Zhang Liang and others were raped by Yue girls...

The next day, he was dismissed and looked down upon as useless...

Everyone's self-esteem has been hit by hundreds of millions of points...

After Zhang Liang saw Qin Mo, his tender face turned red with anger, and he said angrily: "If the residual poison hadn't been cleared away and the body was not weak, Nai Weng could have defeated them all by himself!"

Qin Mo nodded and said, "Well, I believe in Brother Zhang. Next time the person who says he doesn't want her will definitely be a Yue woman."

Lu Pheasant and the Witch Chief couldn't help laughing as they listened, and burst into laughter.

Zhang Liang: "..."

Zhang Liang looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. It took him a long time to calm down, and he said helplessly: "The people of Baiyue have no customs of marriage. They all meet for sexual pleasure and do not know the way of father and son and husband and wife."

"If you want to bring Baiyue into the territory of Qin Dynasty, you must ignore this custom!"

Qin Mo smiled and said indifferently: "The Yue people's food source is mainly picking, fishing and hunting. The labor value of men and women is equal, and no one needs to rely on the other. This custom is understandable."

"It's easy to change this custom. We can teach them all the Chinese farming techniques and the high-yielding grains in Daqin."

"In the early days, women had to rely on men for heavy physical labor and farming, and marriage customs became their own!"

This was probably the first time Zhang Liang heard this argument, and he couldn't help but be stunned. It seemed that all three views had collapsed.

Qin Mo thought to himself and said: "In the morning, I have ordered Kun to lead the young men of the tribe out of the stronghold. In the name of the god, I called on the young men of the nearby tribes to come here to join together."

"So, the most urgent task now is to establish your image as a heavenly soldier and a heavenly general."

"Lest people come and take a look and find out that they are just a bunch of mediocre northerners, I am afraid that the confidence in resisting the King of Panyu will be reduced by half at that time!"

Zhang Liang shook his head hard and forced his thoughts back to reality: "Hou is a god, and we are soldiers and generals. It sounds bluffing... but how to establish our image?"

Qin Mo's face darkened: "I have to worry about everything. Do you serve me as the master, or do I serve you as the master?"

Zhang Liang didn't know that this was due to his laziness. He thought he was really angry, so he felt ashamed and said, "Pretending to be a ghost is really not what a Korean like me is good at."

As he spoke, he pointed to the shaman chief next to him and said, "This shaman chief is the master of this art."

Qin Mo was speechless and smacked his mouth: "He only knows how to play tricks and let him arrange things. Then you are no longer soldiers and generals, but mountain spirits and ghosts."

Zhang Liang can't do it even if he's a professional, let alone a layman like me.

Qin Mo watched him ponder for a moment, but his expression gradually became strange, and he said: "Everyone is a brave man, and they must be very strong, right?"

Zhang Liang nodded: "Of course it is."

Qin Mo's expression became increasingly weird and he smiled and said, "Go and gather everyone."

Zhang Liang was so embarrassed by his laughter that his whole body became hairy, but he became more and more curious. He clasped his hands and left to gather everyone.

Qin Mo turned to Lu Pheasant and said, "Go to the village to find some coconuts and white dye."

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Later, Zhang Liang gathered all the people with weak legs and helped those who had recovered from the poisoning.

Qin Mo and Lu Zhi were cooking a pot of coconut meat in front of the bamboo house where they lived, while the witch chief, who had injured his feet, was preparing dye beside them.

At first everyone thought Qin Mo was going to make some delicacies, so they swallowed their saliva and waited nearby.

Qin Mo held a wooden spoon and from time to time skimmed out some things from the boiling pottery pot and collected them in a wooden bowl.

After collecting more than half of the bowl, he said to everyone, "Take off your clothes, just leave the crotch cloth on."

Everyone was immediately filled with questions: "..."

Qin Mo stared: "Take off all your clothes!"

The people were awe-inspiring and did not dare to disobey the order. They took off their clothes one after another, exposing their flesh and tendons.

Although it is winter today, the southern climate is not very cold.

Qin Mo looked at Zhang Liang who was standing aside watching the excitement, frowned and said: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? You can take off your clothes too."

Zhang Liang grinned and started to take off his clothes.

Within a moment, the scene in front of the bamboo house was full of eroticism, with strong men exuding hormones wantonly.

When the passing Yue women saw it, they all showed... expressions of disdain. The expression seemed to say: [This is useless trash!]

Everyone was hit by hundreds of millions of critical points again, and they no longer emitted hormones. They all turned into a crotch-covering group with their legs crossed.

Qin Mo held the wooden bowl in front of everyone and said with a smile: "Take the coconut oil in this bowl and apply it evenly on your body."

Everyone looked at each other and obeyed the order to apply coconut oil on their bodies. Qin Mo reminded him: "Apply it on your back too."

"Here."

Everyone responded and began to smear each other's backs. The scene was so ugly that no one could see it.

However, after everyone applied it, the tendons all over the body were shiny with oil and became more angular, making them look very masculine and beautiful.

Qin Mo nodded with satisfaction, pointed at the buns on everyone's heads and said, "Let them all be spread out."

Everyone obeyed the order again and untied their buns.

In this way, it will have a wild and wild beauty!

Qin Mo called Zhang Liang closer and smeared the dye prepared by the witch chief on his face, instantly creating a ferocious grimace.

Then he motioned to everyone, made a grimace on himself in the same way, took the iron sword and strong bow in his hand, and carried the quiver behind his back.

A group of grimace versions of Spartan warriors are freshly released!

The witch chief looked at the people who made people feel inexplicably fearful, but his eyes shone brightly and he praised: "Very good, this is what heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals should look like."

Qin Mo shook his head, looked at everyone's crotch cloth and said: "This crotch cloth ruins the image too much."

Zhang Liang and the other swordsmen were so frightened that they all crossed their legs.

It would be too much if you are not even allowed to wear crotch cloth...

(End of chapter)