Chapter 2 Language talent?

Wushang County has a population of over 10,000 households. It is a large county with a jurisdiction larger than that of a prefecture-level city.

However, it is surrounded by mountains on all sides, especially the south, and is often invaded by the Wuyi Mountain.

Correspondingly, the further south you go, the tougher the people become.

Poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people.

It's not that their nature is like this, but the living environment is harsh and they have to fight and grab everything.

It is nearly two hundred miles from Tangxi Township to Jinyun Mountain, and half of the road is mountainous.

After five days of sleeping in the open air, Jin Mao and his party finally arrived in Lizhou.

"Lizhou is not as prosperous as Tangxi." He Wei, who returned with the team, invited: "Why don't you stay at my house for a while? It's better than sleeping in the wild."

Jin Mao bowed and thanked him: "Thank you for bothering me."

Jin Mao was afraid of death. If the two tribes had not selected 109 people to accompany him, he would have definitely changed his name and ran away halfway.

Moreover, these 109 men were all elite soldiers. Not only were they all strong and sturdy, but they were all wearing thick clothes, holding metal weapons, and there were ten archers.

The most outrageous thing is that it is said that everyone has seen blood and murder.

With such armed protection, Jin Mao gave up the idea of ​​abandoning his child and had a little confidence in this trip.

In the evening, He Wei took out the fine wine that he had collected for many years to entertain Jin Mao.

"My dear brother, when you become successful in the future, don't forget me."

He Wei poured the last bit of wine into Jin Mao's bowl with a look of heartache on his face.

Little did people know that Jinmao was not interested in so-called fine wine, which had a rough taste and little alcohol flavor.

However, one should ask for help in the right way. Seeing He Wei's painful look, Jin Mao reluctantly drank the wine.

"Brother He, could you tell me some information about Wuyi Mountain Yue? I would be very grateful."

"What a great alcohol tolerance!" He Wei said insincerely, but he did not hide it: "In the past, the people we dealt with the most were the Yao Shanyue. I don't know much about the Wuyi Shanyue."

"Brother, don't be so modest." Jin Mao said sincerely, "It's better than me being completely in the dark."

"Then let me talk about the Yao people and the Shanyue people." He Wei touched his chin, "I think the two are not too different."

...

Early the next morning.

Jin Mao set off with panda eyes because the news he received last night was so explosive.

Without going into other details, the Shanyue attacked the city several times during the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Although the scale is not large, with only a few thousand people at most, Jinmao is still afraid.

What we have to face now are the more ferocious Wuyishan Yue, and our life is at stake.

The hundreds of elite soldiers behind him could no longer give him a sense of security.

"Or maybe just run away."

But without the help of his clan, he probably wouldn't even be able to leave Wushang County.

This place is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and he often encountered wild beasts on the way here. If he hadn't been protected by more than a hundred people, he would have been fed to the wolves long ago because he had no martial arts skills.

"Well, we can only take it one step at a time."

...

Jinyun Mountain is not far from Lizhou, only fifty miles in a straight line, but the road is all mountainous, so it took Jin Mao and his party five days to reach their destination.

The shape of Jinyun Mountain is like its place name. The village is located halfway up the mountain, the fields are at the foot of the mountain, and a small stream runs through it. The mountain is uneven everywhere.

"This agriculture is so primitive. With such good resources, they don't even build terraces."

Jin Mao, an outstanding graduate of the Agricultural University, suffered from an occupational disease.

Among corn, soybeans and wheat, which one is as delicious as rice?
These days, Jinmao has been eating the tooth-gritting Hu pancakes and he misses the sweetness of rice very much.

at this time.

"Roar!"

Halfway up the mountain, a group of ragged men swooped down with various farm tools, shouting in dialect: "Barbarians are looking for death!"

More than a hundred elite soldiers were frightened and in a panic, they couldn't form a decent formation.

At the critical moment of life and death, Jin Mao held up the token given by his clan and shouted in dialect: "Stop! I am the assistant of Wushang County!"

Now it was the opponent's turn to be in a panic, but fortunately they stopped before the two groups collided.

"call."

Nearly two hundred people present breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Back off!" Jin Mao still shouted in dialect, "Everyone back off!"

The leading villager was a sturdy old man. Under his leadership, the villagers slowly retreated.

The people brought by Jin Mao finally formed their formation and began to draw their bows and arrows. The atmosphere became tense again.

At this time, Jin Mao reacted quickly and knew the reason immediately. Without saying anything, he flew over and kicked down three or four archers. People on both sides were dumbfounded, and the atmosphere eased.

A quarter of an hour later.

Jin Mao finally knew what was going on.

It turned out that the one hundred elite soldiers were all city dwellers and could not speak the country dialect.

"I don't think I can speak the local dialect in my two lifetimes combined."

Jin Mao thought of a possibility: "Could this be my cheat?"

Yes, the system hasn’t appeared after calling for more than a month, so it’s not surprising that there are plug-ins.

It's just that this cheat is too useless and seems to be of no use.

"Master Jin, why didn't you tell me you were entering the village?"

The old man’s surname is Wu, and his given name is Wutian. In fact, all the men in the village have the surname Wu.

"Mr. Wu, please forgive me." Jin Mao bowed his hands quickly to apologize. He couldn't tell the truth that he was lost.

Wu Tian sat cross-legged on the ground and nodded loudly to accept the gift.

Then, it became dull.

Jin Mao scratched his head: "Mr. Wu, do you know how the previous miser died?"

"Oh, that fool." Wu Tian described with his hands dancing and excitement: "He came to me that day and wanted to form an alliance with Pan Lin."

"How can Pan Lin be so easy to deal with?" Wu Tian said disdainfully: "Then we will be the ones who will suffer."

"I showed him a way to Minyue."

"Hey!"

Wu Tian was filled with hatred: "It's fine if this fool dies, but he brought Minyue here!"

Good man, what a troublemaker.

Pan Lin was the leader of the Yao ethnic group. He Wei said that he was cunning and cruel by nature and was not easy to get along with.

The two counties of Wushang and Taimo were severely affected by the poison.

"That's not right." Jin Mao glanced at the villagers. There were several injured people whose wounds had burst again after the intense exercise.

"Looking at the situation, this village has already had a fight with Min Yue."

Regardless of victory or defeat, at least it proves that the Min Yue people are not as scary as imagined.

Jinmao's mind suddenly became active. Don't worry, just confirm it first.

"Mr. Wu, how strong is the fighting force of the Minyue? How many young and strong people are there?"

"I don't know." Wu Tian recalled: "I just remember it was a huge crowd and a lot of corn was trampled."

The villagers shouted and pointed at the destroyed crops, looking heartbroken.

That’s right, it’s almost harvest time, but half of the crops have been destroyed.

Some even cried out: "They are rushing to harvest. How are we going to survive the winter this year?"

Looking at the pale and skinny villagers, Jin Mao felt very uncomfortable.

There is no war here yet. If we were in a riot zone, let alone food, we wouldn't even know when we would die.

"To surrender requires a letter of surrender."

Jin Mao thought about himself and realized that he didn't have a good background, so if he went over to the enemy, he would be nothing more than cannon fodder.

"You still need to be tough to make iron."

He had some ideas in his mind, mainly wanting to verify whether the built-in plug-in could understand Min Yue dialect.

"My fellow villagers." Jin Mao decided to take a risk: "Minyue has robbed your food, so let's go and take it back."

"Do you see these elite soldiers behind me?"

Without giving the other person room to think, Jin Mao spoke loudly: "The county lord appointed me as the governor of Jinyun Mountain in order to wipe out the Minyue."

"I hope everyone can join me in finding Minyue and killing them!"

"Okay!" The villagers were very simple and believed it immediately. Even if the village head Wu Tian had doubts, he couldn't stop them.

"It's getting late. Eat and drink tonight. We'll set off tomorrow morning."

The villagers did not doubt him and agreed one after another.

After the villagers gradually dispersed, Jin Mao turned around and said to Ya Yan, who was wearing a black scarf, "Brothers, I have received news that this group of Min Yue is vulnerable."

"Take a good rest tonight, and we will go and wipe them out tomorrow morning."

Thinking of the ugly fighting power of the "elites", Jin Mao decided to cram at the last minute.

"Now, let's practice the queue."

(End of this chapter)