Chapter 3 This is too much of a joke

The next morning, Wu Tian led more than 70 people down the mountain and saw a strange scene.

I saw more than a hundred people divided into three groups.

The group holding short weapons was the largest, with about sixty people.

The second is the long-army group, which has more than thirty people.

The final longbow group, ten people.

The time was too short, so Jinmao could only divide the work roughly.

The long-weapon group is the front row, the archers are the back row, and the short-weapon group is the two wings.

No matter how the cooperation is, at least it is better than huddling together in the face of danger before.

"Young Master, do you know anything about military affairs?"

Wu Tian was extremely surprised and demanded without further ado, "Give us a team, too."

Even if it was a misunderstanding, Jin Mao did not explain and simply organized the villagers into the right wing short-sword group and the left wing.

The entire team's lineup was very distorted, but everyone was very happy, and the county soldiers started talking to each other.

It turned out that the two county lieutenants in the county had never read any military books, and their usual training relied purely on their own initiative.

The more Jin Mao listened, the more frightened he became, and he began to doubt himself.

Entered the mountain.

The formation is too spread out, so there are always people falling behind, and a lot of time is wasted just trying to find people.

Helplessly, at noon, in an unnamed valley, Jin Mao gathered everyone.

"This is too slow. The road ahead will become a long snake."

After explaining what the long snake formation was, everyone looked at Jin Mao with more awe.

"Whether we can find Min Yue today or not, it doesn't matter. We can just treat it as a military exercise."

Jin Mao made up a story: "The most powerful army must be disciplined. Let's start by not whispering to each other."

Nearly 200 people said they didn’t understand it, but they felt it was very impressive.

An interesting scene happened.

The two groups of people who were originally incompatible became harmonious after they closed their mouths and communicated with their eye contact.

For example, one person might mean, "There's a bird flying over there," but another person might understand it as, "He tried to get away."

Jin Mao didn't know all this and thought he was a genius and training soldiers was a piece of cake.

As evening approached, the sunlight was blocked by the mountains and forests, and the group was planning to return.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the vanguard, and the first few people came towards Jinmao in panic.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

But he saw several people dancing and gesticulating, their eyeballs almost popping out, and Jin Mao didn't understand what they meant.

"say!"

The four people spoke two dialects and chattered for a while before Jin Mao finally understood.

"Let's go! Take me to see it."

This is an unknown pond, surrounded by mountains. On the small open space beside the pond, people of Min Yue, young and old, are threshing the corn and wheat they had stolen.

The young and strong were on the other side, with more than a dozen people sitting around the fire.

If the Wu family is the image of refugees, then the Min Yue are primitive people. A few of them have rags to cover their vital parts, and most of them only have leaves and bark.

In this uninhabited place, the vegetation is particularly lush, which provides just the right cover for Jin Mao and others on the mountain north of the pool.

After coming to this world, Jin Mao had excellent eyesight and could identify the leader of the Min Yue people at a glance.

He must be the one wearing the most clothes!

His men were already extremely impatient. If Jin Mao had not shown many extraordinary qualities in the past two days, they would have rushed down the mountain without waiting for orders.

Jin Mao also knew that he couldn't stop them, so he called Wu Tian and the temporary leader of the long and short soldiers group.

"Liu Mu, you lead the long-army group to wait there first." Jin Mao pointed to the hillside just below.

"Golden Sheep, lead the short-weapon team there." He pointed to the northeast hillside.

"Mr. Wu, take your people there." This time it was the southeast.

It just happened to form a semi-encirclement of the young and strong people in Minyue.

"When my whistling arrows sound, charge together. Remember, the one wearing the most clothes is the leader."

The three of them didn't understand what was going on at first, but their eyes lit up when they heard the final part.

"Okay, take action!"

In Jin Mao's eyes, these 200 people were a mob and they were afraid that they could not meet the minimum standards he expected.

This is also true.

The long-army group led by Liu Mu had the fewest people, but caused the most problems, disturbing countless birds.

But the Min Yue people just held torches and roared twice into the bushes and then left them alone, apparently mistaking them for wild beasts.

The other two groups were not much different.

However, Jin Mao only heard the Min Yue people cursing and saying stupid things like "There are so many wild beasts today." and "It's so dangerous here."

That’s right, Jin Mao can understand Min Yue dialect, which is quite an advantage for him as a time traveler.

Back to the topic.

Relying on the startled birds, Jin Mao determined the positions of each group and finally sounded the whistling arrows before dark.

The battle was a joke from beginning to end and ended very quickly.

By the time Jin Mao came down the mountain, hundreds of Min Yue people had already become prisoners. "Mr. Wu, what are you doing?"

In the light of the fire, Jin Mao saw several villagers and county soldiers with their hands and feet trapped.

"Killing the surrendered is unlucky." Wu Tian explained.

"I can't believe you were a soldier, Mr. Wu?"

Wu Tian said awkwardly, "That damn miser told me."

Feeling that this sentence was ambiguous, Wu Tian hurriedly explained: "I didn't say you, I was talking about that stingy man last time."

Jin Mao waved his hands. For the first time, he was shocked by the level of superstition in ancient times. They believed what others said casually.

Jin Mao cleared his throat and spoke in Min Yue language, shocking all the captives present.

"Who is your leader?"

Hundreds of people looked behind Jin Mao.

"Fuck!"

Jin Mao's hair stood on end, he thought he saw a ghost, and when he turned around he saw a pile of corpses.

"vomit."

It doesn't seem like a big deal when viewed from a distance, but it makes me feel nauseous when I look closely.

"Don't look at me like that." Feeling the strange gazes from his men, Jin Mao argued, "I just ran too fast and got sick."

The county soldiers and villagers suddenly realized and had an even greater respect for Jin Mao, that kind of "I don't understand, but he's so awesome" feeling.

So, the leader died.

"Now, who among you has the highest status?"

Hundreds of Min Yue looked at the only woman who was tied up.

"Uncle, this must be the Queen of Barbarians." Jin Yang is a member of the Jin family's side branch and one generation younger than Jin Mao. He boasted as if to take credit: "I caught her!"

"In the military, it's called a position."

"Yes! Miser..."

"Forget it."

Jin Mao asked the woman, "Why did you come to my territory?"

The woman flirted with him crazily, which made Jin Mao feel sick: "Hurry up and tell me! Or I'll kill you!"

She was not good-looking to begin with, and her face was covered in mud and was as black as a sow.

The woman then answered honestly. It turned out that there was an insect plague in the tribe, and the crops were completely destroyed. As winter was approaching, they came to the north to collect grass and grain.

According to the woman, this nomadic style of practice was very normal in the Min Yue tribe.

"Besides your tribe, are there any other tribes that have been plagued by insects?"

The woman nodded and named several tribes, all of which were near her tribe.

The joy of victory was instantly dispelled.

"How many of them are there?"

Seeing the woman's confusion, Jin Mao changed the question: "Which tribe is stronger than you?"

The woman shook her head.

Jin Mao breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he didn't know that this tribe was the result of the merger of two large tribes to reach this size, and the one who died was the leader of another tribe.

We know everything we need to know, and what remains is how to deal with these people.

Jinmao actually wants to keep some of them alive, as there are nearly a hundred strong men here, which is great labor force.

But winter is coming soon, and it will take a lot of food to feed these hundreds of people.

At this time, Wu Tian came to ask embarrassedly: "Young Master, these women, there are still many bachelors among us..."

"They have tattoos all over their faces, and you don't mind?"

"Do tenants still care a lot?"

It is true.

Jin Mao was not used to this society yet, so he specifically asked the Min Yue woman.

Except for the woman leading the group, everyone else was willing.

Jinmao's action shocked many people present, and their awe of him deepened.

Some even murmured, "The young master must be a god who has descended to earth. He treats people so well."

The next morning.

After Jin Mao counted the number of people, he found that more than 30 of his own men were injured, including five who were seriously injured.

Upon inquiry, it was discovered that most of the casualties were non-combat casualties, and only the five seriously injured were injured in direct combat.

Although no one died, everyone looked at the five seriously injured people as if they were dead.

Jin Mao didn't think much about it, and with his limited medical knowledge, he simply bandaged the wounds of several people.

He also instructed: "Feed them well these few days, change the bandages with clean cloth every day, and they should be able to survive."

"What? Still alive?!" Wu Tian was so shocked that his voice broke.

The expressions of the others were similar.

"As long as he doesn't have a fever, he should be able to survive."

The sunlight just shines into the valley, and Jinmao bathes in it like a god.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the deepest part of everyone's heart.

(End of this chapter)