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

Chapter 92: If you turn the hammer to the right, do you two want to kiss?

Of course, Qin Mo would not let everyone bare their buttocks. He just called Yue women to cut their crotch cloth and sew it into simple and comfortable boxer briefs.

It is purposely made very big, so some people can't hold it up when wearing it, so they stuff some velvet inside.

In short, how to highlight the male charm, men will feel ashamed when they see it!

Qin Mo frowned and looked at it, then turned to look at the shaman chief in a blue indigo robe and asked: "Your tribe is so poor that they can only wear grass skirts and use stone spears. I guess the offerings collected by the King of Panyu are not just pearls, right?"

The shaman smiled bitterly and nodded: "The big beads are just the most difficult to collect. There are also gold sand, gems, lacquer, cinnabar, tung oil... copper and iron, leather, golden vines, tendons, raw silk, isinglass... linen, indigo, white rice, coconut

date……"

Qin Mo grinned when he heard this and silently felt sorry for the Yue people for a second. He raised the golden scepter to interrupt his ramblings and said: "Okay, take out the offerings you have prepared. You can eat and wear what you need."

Just wear it and improve your quality of life first."

"I will teach you the iron smelting technology later, draw a few weapons patterns, and when the nearby tribes arrive, I will integrate resources and start casting."

"In addition, since there are cinnabar, leather, and golden vines, I will make a special shield for everyone, cover it with leather and paint it pure red. The scabbards, hilts and strong bows used by everyone will also be painted pure red."

"Including the clothes that everyone took off, they were also dyed pure red with cinnabar. The tailor's cloaks and loincloths, as well as the grimace dye on their faces, were all replaced with cinnabar."

"Do you know how to dye cloth with cinnabar? If you don't know, just ask her!"

Qin Mo finally pointed at Lu Zhi beside him. For Chinese women in the pre-Qin era, unless they were aristocratic women whose fingers were not touched by spring water, dyeing cloth was a necessary skill.

"Here."

The shaman clasped his hands and accepted the order, letting his tribesmen carry him, and then called Lu Pheasant to go to work immediately.

Qin Mo focused his attention on the naked tough men and said with a smile: "I know that brothers want to go to South Vietnam to join Hengyang Jun's family, with all loyalty and righteousness."

"But now that there are no ships, if we take the land route, we will have high mountains and dense forests, miasma and ferocious beasts are rampant, and there are even Yue tribes that drink their blood like hair."

"I must look down on you brothers. I am afraid that I will die if I cannot reach South Vietnam."

"Therefore, I ask all my brothers to stay here for the time being. When the Panyu Kingdom is destroyed in the future, we can be on the border with the Xiang family's forces, and we can also join forces with the Hengyang Jun family."

"My words are irreversible, and I will never stop you brothers!"

"Of course, if you brothers insist on going to South Vietnam, you can go on your own after recovering your health. I will prepare what you need on the road and try to find some horses to travel with."

These words were mainly spoken to those retainers of Lord Hengyang.

As for Zhang Liang and the nine retainers, regardless of whether they wanted to respect Qin Mo as his master or not, Qin Mo had no intention of letting them leave.

After Qin Mo finished speaking, he quietly waited for all the retainers of Lord Hengyang to weigh in.

Seeing that he was so frank, all the retainers of Lord Hengyang believed that he would keep his word and would not go back on his words and embarrass others. However, they were in a dilemma for a while.

To be honest, they really wanted to take Lord Hengyang's ashes to South Vietnam to join his family.

But as Qin Mo said, they, a group of northerners, neither understand the Vietnamese language nor are adaptable to the terrain and climate. It is simply unrealistic to rush to South Vietnam by land.

"We are willing to stay temporarily and help you to destroy that Yu Bird King!"

Jiang Xiong, who was deeply poisoned, pushed away his companion's support, bowed his hands to Qin Mo, and said in a deep voice.

This Jiang Xiong is the head of the retainers of Lord Hengyang, so his words are effective.

Qin Mo bowed his hands and returned the greeting: "Then I have to thank Brother Jiang and all the other brothers."

Jiang Xiong led a group of Lord Hengyang's family members to pay homage and said with shame, "I don't dare to say anything about it. I just hope that in the future, the Lord will not embarrass Lord Hengyang's family."

Obviously, they have realized that if Qin Mo joins the Baiyue chaos, the restoration forces of the six countries will probably not be able to get a good deal, and they want to pave a way out for Hengyang Jun's family.

Qin Mo nodded lightly: "If that day comes, I will report it to the First Emperor and let Hengyang Jun's family move to Guanzhong and become naturalized citizens."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration, we will do our best!"

Everyone was in high spirits and paid homage again sincerely.

Qin Mo waved his hand, indicating that they had accepted the courtesy, and then asked: "Have you ever served in the army?"

Everyone looked at each other and then shook their heads, including Zhang Liang and others.

As long as one of them has been in the army, there will not be a shield or a long-handled weapon in the entire team.

Because as long as you have experienced a real battle formation, you will understand the effectiveness of shields and long soldiers.

A single person may not see much effect, and long soldiers may even look clumsy, but once the number of people exceeds ten, the power of shields and long soldiers will change quantitatively!

Only these wild swordsmen and knights can hold their swords stupidly, feeling that they are cool and invincible. They really think that they are swordsmen who shine with a cold sword in Kyushu...

Qin Mo even suspected that if it wasn't for the assassination of Ying Zheng, if it wasn't for coming to Baiyue to fight, they might not even be equipped with bows and arrows.

"That being the case, besides learning the language of the Yue people, you also need to practice some training."

"It all depends on the king's decision!"

"Well, from now on, the march will be the way to go."

"Here!"

"Those who are more seriously poisoned will go to my bamboo building to rest. The rest will line up in formation and stand here for an hour. They cannot speak, move, or rest. Those who are in trouble will swing their swords five hundred times."

"???"

Everyone was suddenly filled with black question marks.

But Qin Mo ignored them and helped Jiang Xiong and others, who were deeply poisoned, into a bamboo building to rest.

Then, I found a piece of unburned charcoal and a piece of clean animal skin, sat in front of the bamboo building, and began to draw the changes in the use of the Yuanyang Formation, as well as the patterns of the weapons required for the Yuanyang Formation.

Everyone lined up and stood in front of the bamboo tower full of doubts.

At first, everyone could still hold on, but as the sun gradually rose, everyone could no longer bear it.

The scorching southern winter sun of this era was far more severe than that of later generations. In addition, the lingering toxins of the people were not cleared away and their bodies were still weak. Such exposure to the sun was really painful.

Moreover, after standing for a long time, my heels began to tingle, my legs began to swell, and even my back became unbearably stiff.

While Qin Mo lowered his head to write, he was also observing everyone, secretly satisfied in his heart.

They are all fierce and brave people who practice martial arts, and their perseverance is indeed far beyond ordinary people. With more than 60 people in this group as heavenly soldiers and generals, they can at least deter the upcoming Yue tribes!

…

An hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the Yue woman also brought breakfast. Qin Mo gave an order for everyone to disperse and eat.

"Gentlemen, please take the time to eat and rest, and we will train in the afternoon."

"Here!"

After everyone devoured the food, they all responded in unison, letting out a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Isn't marching in queue just walking? As long as you don't stand around like a pile of wood, you can do anything!

Qin Mo saw that they were looking relaxed, but he smiled and said nothing.

He wanted to use his people to intimidate Yue people and various tribes, and the orders and prohibitions of the army in later generations were uniform, which is undoubtedly the most intuitive and shocking.

Therefore, these guys, before the Yue tribes arrived, would probably practice formation until they vomited.

When I practice walking, sitting and lying down, I feel like a robot.

Even if I take a walk on a regular basis, I will subconsciously put three people in a row and two people in a line!

…

In the afternoon, the rice field in the village became lively.

Everyone finally realized that walking in a queue was actually no better than standing in a military posture.

And it’s so embarrassing!

Because the women and children in the village who were weaving shields for him moved their work place to the side of the rice field to watch the fun.

"Turn left...!"

"Zhang Liang, what I shouted was to turn left, and you to turn right with a hammer. Kui is not a woman. Do you two want to kiss?"

Qin Mo's scolding made Zhang Liang blush.

Although the onlookers didn't understand, they laughed loudly.

Qin Mo realized that he thought highly of these guys, and if things continued like this, the Yue tribes would arrive. I'm afraid they had just mastered the method of turning between stops.

So, they found straw ropes and tied one on everyone's left hand and left foot.

The command also changed from left to right to back, to corded to cordless, and back unchanged, so the training progress was accelerated a lot.

After practicing the stop-and-turn method for half an hour, I then practiced marching in formation, walking and running in full gear.

As for the goose-stepping, forget it, they really don’t have shoes for them to wear out, so practicing goose-stepping with bare feet can really make their feet useless!

"Carry arrows on your left shoulder and bow on your right shoulder. Be sure to bind them tightly."

"The shield is held in the left hand and the sword is held in the right hand. When walking in unison, both of them hang slightly at the waist, swinging slightly with the pace."

"When running, lift the shield and sword to the side of the abdomen and swing it slightly with the pace, without being messy."

"Whether walking in unison or running, the roped foot comes out first. When you stop to stand still, the roped foot stays still, and the non-corded foot stays still."

"Listen to my orders, watch my movements, and follow my steps."

"Let's go together... let's go~!"

"One, two, one... One, two, one... If your steps are disordered, quickly adjust your steps... One, two, one... One, two, one... Stand still!"

Qin Mo's shouts were like a demonic voice filling the brain, resounding throughout the small village and lasting until dark.

It lasted until ten days later.

Lu Pheasant led the women in the village to dye everyone's clothes with cinnabar, and cut blood-red cloaks and loincloths for the sixty-six people.

The rattan plate was also well woven and covered with leather, and was colored with cinnabar raw lacquer and tung oil, and the same lacquer was dyed blood red.

Everyone put on cloaks and loincloths, assembled composite shields, applied cinnabar grimaces on their faces, and then practiced walking in formation, their power suddenly increased by seven points.

Looking from a distance, one can see a bloody red color with sharp edges and corners, filled with evil energy!

The Yue women in the village were drooling at the sight. If they weren't worried about Qin Mo's power, they might have dragged everyone to have an open party on the rice field.

"Your Majesty, a tribe has arrived."

The witch chief, whose feet were gradually recovering, returned from outside the village on crutches and reported to Qin Mo.

"Sit-up~!"

Wow——

Qin Mo gave an order and everyone who was marching stopped instantly.

"Follow me to welcome the distinguished guests."

Qin Mo adjusted his bright silver armor, pressed his sword and walked out of the stronghold.

The shaman hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "It's not the gods who should greet you, but they should come and pay their respects."

Qin Mo nodded happily: "That's true, then please come in."

The shaman chief waved his hand to the half-grown kid behind him, and the kid immediately ran out.

Leaning slightly, hundreds of young and strong Yue people, carrying the offerings originally prepared for the King of Panyu, poured into the stronghold under the guidance of a half-grown boy.

And everyone has already set up their positions on the rice field.

Qin Mo was sitting on a tall tiger-skin chair, with Lu Pheasant dressed in red standing beside him.

Sixty-six strong men were arrayed at the bottom, with their blood-red cloaks hanging behind them, and their chests and abdomen exposed with shiny knotted tendons. They held arrows on their left hips and bows on their right shoulders, and held shields on their left and swords on the right. They looked majestic.

The hundreds of Yue people were young and strong. Seeing this scene, their jaws were so frightened that they hesitated to move forward.

Especially Qin Mo, who is wearing bright silver armor. Under the sunlight, when he moves slightly, the armor plates will reflect light, as if his whole body is shining, like a small sun.

He is simply a god!

After a long while, hundreds of young Yue people separated, and an old shaman walked out, walking tremblingly to the rice field.

Swish——

Sixty-six blood-red warriors all raised their shields to the side of their chest and abdomen, and the iron swords in their hands were placed in front of their chests, neatly and without a trace of noise.

The old shaman trembled all over, his legs went weak, he fell to the ground with a thud, and shouted in Yue language: "Greetings to the God of Heaven."

Naturally, like the shaman chief of the village, he knew that Qin Mo was not a god, but a foreigner from Qin.

But seeing Qin Mo's power, he really didn't have the courage to stand up and salute!

Qin Mo gently waved the golden scepter and shouted: "Get up, I'm here to lead you to cut off the head of the King of Panyu, not to oppress you!"

The old witch chief struggled to get up as if he had been granted amnesty.

But he didn't know whether it was because he was too frightened or because his body was too old. He was like a fish that landed on the beach, flopping on the spot for a long time without getting up.

Qin Mo frowned secretly and said to Lu Pheasant beside him: "Go and help the elder get up."

Lu Pheasant walked down the earth platform, passed through the sixty-six blood-red warriors, walked to the old shaman, stretched out his hand to help him up.

The old shaman looked at Lu Zhi, who was dressed in Chu people's red clothes and looked very mature and beautiful. He felt even more frightened. As if he was afraid of getting her hands dirty, he quickly retracted his arms and prostrated on the ground again.

Lu Zhi had no choice but to help him up again and gave him a soft smile.

The old shaman stood upright tremblingly, grinning to reveal his toothless gums, and smiled back.

It's just that laughing is uglier than crying!

At this time, Qin Mo's voice sounded again, asking: "How many warriors and how much supplies will you bring?"

The old shaman subconsciously wanted to lie down on the ground again, but with Lu Zhi's forcible support, he failed. He replied in a trembling voice: "One hundred and thirty-two warriors, copper and iron materials, rice grain, golden vines, tendons...etc."

Several.”

Obviously, this old shaman is illiterate.

However, his tribe should be much stronger than our own. After being mobilized by the King of Panyu, there were actually more than a hundred young men left.

Qin Mo nodded with satisfaction: "Then pick up the camp outside the village. Later I will teach you the smelting technology and start making weapons."

"I will not use the supplies you brought. I cut off the head of the King of Panyu at the beginning. You can take back whatever is left. But if I capture anything, I will share it with you."

"Follow the orders of the gods."

The old shaman knelt down again.

Then, get up and go back to the clan members to let them unload the offerings they brought!

I didn’t pay attention to the time, oh, 2500 is almost gone for Dayang Quanqin? The royalties are not even that much! Generate electricity for love oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh chicken!

(End of chapter)