The wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, the sky is clear and the air is clear, the flowers are red and the willows are green...
It's a good day.
Such a good day is suitable for making sacrifices to the gods.
Augustus was very happy, and so were the nobles of the barbarian country.
Only David was unhappy.
Because he is today’s sacrifice.
David's tears had dried up in the past few days, but Augustus was unmoved.
The nobles of the barbarian country were naturally happy to see David sacrificed.
Because this guy is so annoying. He dominates and dictates just because he is a close minister of Augustus.
Now that this guy is dead, that's the best thing.
Some people are even ready to make a move, thinking: Now that David is dead, can I serve as a substitute and become Augustus' favorite in his place?
Of course, if they knew why David was sacrificed, they probably wouldn't think so.
The sacrifices began, and David was brutally sacrificed to the gods.
Augustus breathed a sigh of relief and announced to everyone with a relaxed body: "It's better now. The gods have begun to protect us again. Those Qin people will soon be defeated and driven away by us."
Everyone cheered in unison, as if it was a festival.
They are celebrating their victory in advance.
…………
Zhao Tuo and his group had already passed through more than a dozen villages.
Every village has legends about the Qin army. Based on these legends, they are looking for Wang Wu's whereabouts.
On this day, they came to a village again.
The name of this village is very strange. The translator who accompanied the army said that if the name of the village was translated into Qin language, it would be called Tianshui Village.
Because there is a well in the village, and the water produced is very sweet.
Zhao Tuo nodded and entered the village.
In the village, the atmosphere was a bit serious.
There was a man in gold and silver, leading hundreds of people, who was tying a group of men, women, old and children to a tree, and then beating them with a whip.
The faces of the onlookers all showed sympathy, but everyone dared to be angry but dared not speak.
Zhao Tuo winked at the translator, who nodded and went to find out the news.
The translator himself was from a barbarian country, so he easily blended in with the villagers.
He grabbed a person and asked in confusion: "What does this mean? What are you doing?"
The man whispered: "Can't you tell? The return team is here."
The translator asked curiously: "What is the Home Return Team?"
The man looked him up and down and said strangely: "You are not a local, are you?"
The translator shook his head.
The man looked at the translator carefully for a while and said cautiously: "Looking at your dress, you are not a noble, are you?"
The translator smiled: "No."
The man said cautiously: "Then what do you think of the Qin people who arrived recently?"
The translator thought for a while and said, "It is said that those people only killed the nobles and not the poor, but they didn't do anything bad."
The man nodded with satisfaction, but he was still a little worried and said cautiously: "If you scold Augustus, I will believe you."
The translator immediately cursed: "Augustus ***."
The man nodded: "Yes, the scolding is quite harsh. I believe you."
He said to the translator: "Didn't the heavenly soldiers who came from Da Qin pass by our village before?"
"These heavenly soldiers saw that we were pitiful and had been oppressed by the nobles for generations, so they simply beat the nobles away and gave us the farmland in the village. Then they organized us and organized us for training so that we could defend our own country. village."
"I never expected that those nobles who were beaten away are back again. Not only are they back, but they have also borrowed soldiers and horses from the city. They are called the Returning Team."
"These soldiers came in force and took away our farmland and villages. Then... they tied us poor people to trees and whipped them."
"Have you seen those people who were beaten? They were the most active people in cooperating with the heavenly soldiers. So the returning team wants to kill chickens... why kill chickens?"
The translator said: "Kill the chicken and show it to the monkey."
The man nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, it is exactly this sentence, kill the chicken and show it to the monkey. At first, the heavenly soldiers often said this sentence, but my memory is not very good, so I forgot it."
Then, the man looked at the translator strangely: "Huh? How come you know this sentence? Do you also know the heavenly soldiers?"
The translator smiled slightly: "How could I be so lucky?"
Then, he said goodbye to the man and returned to Zhao Tuo.
Zhao Tuo asked: "What's wrong?"
The translator whispered: "The villain has asked clearly. They are the returning team."
Then, the translator repeated what he had just heard.
After finishing speaking, the translator asked Zhao Tuo: "General, do we want to help them?"
Zhao Tuo looked at the translator strangely: "Help them? Why should you help them?"
The translator was stunned: "Are we just going to stand by and watch?"
Zhao Tuo chuckled: "We helped them today, and tomorrow the return team will come again. Are these villagers going to keep swaying and being bullied in turn?"
"Look, their number is obviously several times that of the returning team, but they are unable to fight back when they are whipped. This is because they are not living up to expectations."
"How can we help? Confucius said, rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall of dung cannot be built. Unless they figure it out themselves, no one can help them."
The translator said: "Then let's..."
Zhao Tuo said calmly: "Sit back and watch."
So, the group of people began to sit back and watch.
While the returning team was busy punishing the villagers, no one noticed the arrival of Zhao Tuo and others.
Therefore, their onlookers were not hindered.
The man on the tree had been beaten all over, but the whip still didn't stop.
Suddenly, an old woman rushed out from the crowd.
She threw herself at a young boy and cried, "Don't fight, don't fight. If you hit him again, he will be killed. For the sake of the gods, go around him."
But the people in the returning team turned a deaf ear and still held up their whips and struck them down one after another.
The prisoner helped the young man withstand a few whips, and then he fainted and fell to the ground.
Among the crowd, several energetic young people boldly stepped out and wanted to carry the old woman back.
Who would have thought that the Homecoming Corps would use whips to whip these young people.
One of the young men was so annoyed by the beating that he suddenly rushed to the returning group, pulled out his sword, and plunged it into his heart.
The crowd was suddenly in an uproar.
The young man was also frightened.
Just now, his head was filled with excitement after being pricked, but now... he is completely confused.
The people in the returning group roared angrily and drew their swords to kill people.
At this time, the villagers were in complete chaos. The timid ones were running away, while the brave ones picked up the sticks and stones around them.
Zhao Tuo looked very satisfied. He nodded and said, "This makes sense."
