Qin Emperor Ziying

Chapter 402

Although the well was dug, the South Vietnamese still find it hard to swallow when they drink it.

Because even if it is well water, it must have seeped from the stagnant water. Although it is impossible to have a taste, but when you think of the floating objects in the river water, you should not drink it if you can hold back.

After a stalemate for several days, the two parties who were looking across the river agreed very tacitly and did not make any further moves.

Lu Jia's side was waiting for the Qin army to be unable to survive because of the harassment of the grain road, while Ziying's side was waiting for something else.

Because the various tribes in South Vietnam are too confident about their hiding places, the most elite fighters have been sent to Xi'ou to help them.

Originally, they didn't have much power to fight back when they faced Qin Jun directly. After Qin Jun accurately found the location of their tribe, they were made dumplings by Qin Jun without any suspense.

The troops of the Qin army that succeeded, after leaving some guards to guard the prisoners, drove to the front line of Xiou one by one.

"You said that most of the Xiou army came to help from various tribes?" Ziying confirmed by looking at the generals of the Qin army who came to meet.

After completing the task, Qin Jun came to return to Ziying, and the first thing he did was naturally to introduce his military exploits in detail.

Leaving aside how the Qin army crushed every tribe, Ziying heard from it that the Xiou army seemed huge, but in fact it was actually a coalition of hundreds of ethnic groups that could be used.

As long as they are not of one mind, there is room for utilization.

"Go back immediately and find some good singers from various South Vietnamese tribes, it will be of great use!" Ziying ordered.

After listening to Ziying's order, the Qin army general nodded understandingly.

"The last general will do it!"

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The general of the Qin army naturally executed Ziying's order very quickly, but within a few days, he "settled" the matter.

In order to satisfy the king of Qin, this Qin general personally traveled all over the seven South Yue tribes he conquered, and carefully selected the right candidates.

However, Ziying looked at the dozen or so well-dressed and obviously well-dressed Nanyue girls in front of him, and couldn't help looking at the general of the Qin army in surprise.

"Are these the best singers in the tribe?" Ziying asked suspiciously.

It is still possible to say one or two, but it cannot be that the best singers in all tribes are the most beautiful.

"King Qin, don't worry about these people, they will never dare to resist, and each of them can sing some good folk songs." The general of the Qin army promised, patted his chest.

At this moment, Ziying still doesn't understand that General Qin is going to a beauty pageant for himself.

However, as long as you can sing the folk songs of your own tribe, it doesn't matter if you are beautiful or ugly.

"Gululu..." At this moment, a voice suddenly reached Ziying's ears.

Ziying looked around and saw a girl who was obviously weaker, and she pushed back a few steps in fright.

"What's your name?" Ziying asked softly.

However, it was good that Ziying didn't speak. When she spoke, the little girl burst into tears immediately.

The body is still shivering.

The various tribes in South Vietnam, which are still in the semi-primitive stage, are not so peaceful. When there is no threat from the Qin army, the tribes are not soft at all.

In the war between the two tribes, the loser's men were often slaughtered, and the women were treated as spoils of war and became the reproductive tools of the victor, living a life that was not as good as that of pigs and dogs.

What's more, if it is occupied by some perverted people, there are not a few people who are tortured to death.

When they were selected by the Qin army, they already understood their destiny. As losers, they had no choice but to become playthings of the winners.

Although this general of the Qin army didn't look so vicious, in the jungle, the more harmless something looks, the more deadly it may be.

Before, the Qin army had always killed them Nanyue people!

As soon as they entered the room, they were careful not to make a sound, for fear that an inadvertent move would anger the general of the Qin army.

However, his stomach still managed to attract his attention.

At this moment, Ziying looked helplessly at the South Vietnamese woman in front of her. What was all this? Originally, she just wanted to find someone with a louder voice, but now she made herself look like a big devil who bullied young girls.

If this is really bullying, then it's fine if you do this, I haven't done anything yet.

Waving helplessly, Ziying said to his guard, "Go and get some food!"

You can only work when you are full. Since you want these South Vietnamese girls to play a role, you can't let them go hungry.

Seeing Ziying slowly leave him, the crying girl's face turned even paler.

"Have I angered this Qin man? Will I throw myself into the river to feed the fish or reward myself to the soldiers outside to insult me?"

However, after waiting for a long time, what was waiting was not the next step of humiliation but plates of delicious meals.

Because it was the order of the King of Qin, the cooks in the army did not dare to delay half a minute. Not only did they serve it extremely quickly, but it was also on the standard of the third-class title hairpin that was directly used. Not only did they have polished rice, but also fragrant meat. Sauce.

Nowadays, Qin Jun's food is naturally extremely rough in the eyes of Ziying, who is used to the exquisite food of later generations, without the slightest sense of pleasure in terms of taste or aesthetics.

However, in the eyes of these South Vietnamese girls who have never seen the market, this is no different from fairy food.

Their various tribes live in the mountains and forests, and there are not many places where they can grow food crops. Only Xiou, which occupies the Yushui Delta, and Ouluo, which is far in the west, can produce rice.

Scarcity is the most precious thing, and the tribes in these forests can only use some. The warriors in the tribe exchange the prey they get with their lives for a small amount of rice.

On weekdays, rice is a delicious delicacy that the nobles of this tribe can enjoy. When I was in the tribe, I passed by the residence of the nobles from a distance when I was eating, as if I could smell the aroma of the rice.

That kind of taste is not close to commoners like them who rely on some wild vegetables to fill their stomachs.

However, this Qin man gave them such precious polished rice to eat!
"Is this for us to eat?" The South Vietnamese girl whose stomach was growling just now asked carefully.

After getting Ziying's affirmative reply, the dozen or so girls immediately picked up the portion in front of them, and started to devour it.

A few even shed "happy" tears while eating.

One is that it is the first time to eat such delicious food, and the other is to feel happy for one's own destiny.

At this moment, they have already determined that they must have met the kind of good person who not only does not use female captives as tools, but actually treats them as his own women!
Otherwise, how could they give them such delicious food? Although they would inevitably have to use their bodies to serve this general of the Qin army, their lives were finally safe.

(End of this chapter)