Great Qin Emperor

Chapter 310 Returning to One and Pacifying Baiyue ([-])

Among the high mountains, a small group of people are staggering along the narrow mountain path. The mountain path is narrow and steep, and each step requires a lot of effort. This group of people is already sweating and panting.

"They are like mice. They live in such a high place and in such a remote place." A thick-backed man panted and complained, "Is it worth it for us to spend so much effort to get here?"

"Shut up!" Another big man shouted: "You are tired of work, you dare to complain about adults. What adults do has their own reasons, so you don't need to talk about it. Don't go around in places with high mountains and dense forests. You don't know that there are people living here, and you don't know what's good or bad."

Zhang Liang stopped, took a breath, and said: "Okay, okay, don't talk about it. Don't think that the people here are ignorant because of the high mountains and dense forests here. Let me tell you, the person I went to meet is A capable man, he went to the Central Plains in his early years and lived in the Central Plains for more than ten years. Later, he came back here and became a chief. People from hundreds of miles away have to listen to him. If he can help us, our battle will be fine. Hit too much."

The big man who talked too much just now said: "My lord, if we really fight, are we afraid that we won't be able to beat them? We need to come to him personally and ask him for help."

Zhang Liang said with a smile: "You, you only know one thing, not the other. When it comes to fighting, with Daqin's army, there is no one to be our opponent. But it's different here. If we get his help, This land of thousands of miles will go down without a fight, and set an example for the aborigines. I dare say that many aborigines will take the initiative to defect to us. Do the math, how much trouble we will save. Your majesty has repeatedly urged, not only It is not only to take down Lingnan, but also to govern it well. If there are too many battles and too many people die, the hatred will deepen and the governance will be very troublesome. I decided to persuade if I can, and destroy those who cannot be persuaded. .”

"It's still wise for adults." These big men are Zhang Liang's personal soldiers, and they have to admire his intentions.

Several strange noises came from the bushes, but the soldiers did not pay attention, Zhang Liang said loudly: "Friends hunting, come out."

Holding the most primitive wooden bows and sticks, aboriginals with bare upper body and only tied a leaf to cover their lower body appeared in response. The weapons in their hands pointed at Zhang Liang and the others, and said, "What are you doing?" They spoke in Central Plains dialect, It's just that the enunciation is not very clear, and the pronunciation is very vague, but it can still be heard clearly.

Looking at the primitive weapons in the hands of the aborigines, and then looking at the weapons that have been honed over time in their own hands, the soldiers couldn't help laughing, thinking that they were looking for death if they challenged themselves with such crude weapons.

Zhang Liang cupped his fists and said, "Everyone, please take me to see Chief Maro."

"Do you dare to call our chief's name?" Several natives were very annoyed and stared at Zhang Liang fiercely.

Zhang Liang laughed, and said: "Slip of speech, slip of the tongue, he shouldn't be called by his name. Okay, I'll call him big brother. Please take me to meet your chief, that is, my big brother."

Several natives were surprised and asked, "Are you the chief's younger brother? Why haven't we heard of it?"

Zhang Liang explained: "It's not a real brother, but it's still a brother. Don't worry, he will be happy when he sees me. If he is happy, he will reward you with jerky."

"You didn't lie to us?" the native was dubious.

Zhang Liang laughed, and said, "Whether you lied to me or not, you'll know when you meet him. Let's lead the way."

"Come with us." The two aborigines walked in the lead, wanting Zhang Liang and the others to walk in the middle, and the other aboriginals to walk behind. Ming Jing, however, didn't care and followed them.

When they came to a cave, there stood two natives who were dressed exactly like the leading natives, holding wooden sticks and carrying wooden bows at the entrance of the cave, as if stuck there, motionless.

"Lord Chief: Your brother is asking to see you." The native knelt on the ground and reported respectfully to the cave.

"Bastard, I don't have a brother." A voice like thunder came from the hole.

When the native gave him a drink, his face changed color with fright. Zhang Liang laughed and said, "Brother Maruo, do you still remember my younger brother?"

"Ovary!" The anger just now turned into joy, and then there was the sound of pedaling footsteps, a tall man eight feet tall, with broad arms and round waist, like an iron tower, rushed out like a whirlwind, opened his arms far away, and said "Zifang, you really miss brother!" He rushed up, hugged Zhang Liang in his arms, looked at him briefly, threw Zhang Liang in the air, and waited for Zhang Liang to fall down before catching him.

Only then did the soldiers see clearly that the clothes of this big man were no different from those of the people from the Central Plains, they could be said to be exactly the same, and those who did not know his details would definitely regard him as a Chinese from the Central Plains.

When he treated Zhang Liang like this, the soldiers thought that he had mischievous intentions and wanted to harm Zhang Liang, so they drew out their sabers and surrounded him.Zhang Liang shouted: "Stop it! We brothers are just kidding around."

Maro squinted her eyes at the soldiers, and said, "Zifang, is this your man? Why are you so unruly?"

Zhang Liang said with a smile: "Brother, you misunderstood, they didn't mean to treat you, it's their duty to protect the younger brother, so don't take it to heart."

"Being good to the ovaries means being kind to the big brother, and the big brother will reward them with jerky." Maro was very happy.Dried meat is not rare for the Central Plains people at all. For the aborigines, especially those living in the deep mountains and dense forests, who live by hunting, they all know that hunting is the most unstable and the harvest is difficult to guarantee. Therefore, jerky is very important to them. Treasures, like the dragon meat of the Central Plains people, are beyond reach.

Maro pulled Zhang Liang into the cave, and Zhang Liang looked around, and found that the furnishings in the cave were similar to those in the Central Plains.If the furnishings in the cave were placed in the Central Plains, they would be very ordinary, but they are the same here, which is a great thing. Maro pointed to the objects in the cave and said excitedly: "Ovary, look, the table, the table , piers, beds, pillows, cups, these things I brought back from the Central Plains, and some of them were made according to the things in the Central Plains. Also, I want them to speak the Central Plains dialect. When you come to my brother, it is equivalent to going home, don’t Be polite with my brother and sit down wherever you want."

Zhang Liang thanked him and sat down. Maro sat next to Zhang Liang, took Zhang Liang's hand, and said very affectionately: "Zifang, we haven't seen each other for a long time, we must get drunk. Do you know? Over the years, the voice and smile of Ovary has been kept in my heart, otherwise, how could I recognize you when you speak? Today, we are never drunk! Serve with dried meat! Bring me my wine! "

"Brother's kindness is appreciated by younger brother." Zhang Liang got straight to the point and said, "Brother doesn't know something, younger brother came to you this time because I need your help."

Maro patted her chest and said, "No problem, the matter of the ovary is the matter of the elder brother, and the matter of the elder brother is the matter of our cave tribe." They live in the cave, they are cave man, of course they don't call themselves Man, but clan.

Zhang Liang reminded: "Brother, this matter has a lot to do with it. Let me tell you. My younger brother has traveled north to the Central Plains for several years, and he has achieved some fame. Now, my younger brother is an official and commands hundreds of thousands of troops. It can be regarded as a high official."

Maro stared straight at Zhang Liang, didn't even know how to turn it, and almost burst into flames.

(End of this chapter)