The Persian warlord glared at Yun Qi and K with resentful eyes, and just as the two of them were about to go crazy because of him, this guy turned around, turned around and ran.

His subordinates also looked at each other, slowing down for 3 beats before they reacted and fled away with their boss.

Yun Qi and K looked at each other, and they both had a feeling of being deceived.

Especially K, the dagger he held was still rippled with a faint dark aura, and a skill that was ready to be launched was interrupted.

Unwilling! Remorse! Indissoluble! All kinds of negative emotions occupy K's mood at this time.

A few minutes later, the Persians left behind dozens of corpses of various deaths and all evacuated the village.

After this catastrophe, only twenty or thirty people remained.

Among them, most of the survivors were young women and old people, and the young strong men who had the ability to resist had long been exhausted in the first wave of resistance of the Persian soldiers invading the village.

An old man who looked to be seventy or eighty years old, on crutches, came to this mercenary army that appeared unexpectedly.

After the old man's self-introduction, everyone learned that he was the head of the village, who had lived here for fifty-one years, and hated the evil deeds of the Persian soldiers.

The mercenary was not impressed by the old man's gratitude, but was surprised by the huge difference in his age and actual appearance.

Yun Qi didn't feel anything, because he knew that in the BC era when the average life expectancy was less than 40 years old, being able to live to 50 years old already belonged to the category of long-lived old people.

Everyone waited patiently for the village chief to finish nagging a lot of uninspired thanks, but they didn't wait for substantive thanks, and they were all disappointed.

In this battle, the Persians lost a total of 53 corpses, but none of the Persians had a key reward on them.

This made everyone pin their hopes for rewards on the surviving villagers, but this time, the village was hit hard like never before, a large number of goods and livestock were looted by the Persian soldiers, and the few valuable goods could not be carried by the Persian soldiers because of their weight, and were burned down, like the house, into a pile of dry ashes.

Now, the future of the village is in jeopardy, and those who survive don't know how to survive the rest of the day.

Just as the mercenaries were about to leave in a huff, the village chief grabbed the rock, an old man who was actually twenty or thirty years older than the appearance, and was keenly aware of the fierce and fierce leaders of the rocks.

"Save people to the end, please, stay and protect us."

The old man's words naturally couldn't impress the rock, but he still cautiously asked, "What good do we have?"

The village chief shuddered, he really didn't have anything to stop the mercenaries, but he still tried his best to fight for it, and even took out all the gold and silver that existed in the village, but he couldn't touch the hearts of the mercenaries.

Just kidding, that less than a pound of gold can be exchanged for 10,000 reincarnation points in the space, and it will be spread evenly among 20 reincarnators, with less than 500 points per person.

Now it's a killing city, and in this era of skyrocketing prices, 500 points is not enough for them to live happily for a week in the killing city.

But Yun Qi couldn't bear it, and comforted: "Old man, it's useless for us to stay, you can't stay in the village, soon the Persian army will launch a general decisive battle against the entire Greek alliance, your village is unfortunately an outpost of this battle, if you want to survive, while the main force of the Persian army has not yet landed, leave quickly." ”

Yun Qi's words were reasonable, and the village chief opened his mouth wide in shock, and it took a long time to accept this cruel truth.

However, the village chief showed strong tenacity at this time, and persevered in making a request to Yunqi and them.

This time, he resigned to the next thing, hoping that they would accept the village's gratitude and spend at least one night with them.

The village chief was very clever and did not force them to stay, and he also knew that his little wealth could not impress the group of mercenaries with extraordinary temperament in front of him.

So keep them under the pretext of hospitality and gratitude, so that at least the fleeing Persian squadron will not come back to them for revenge.

I have to say that the village chief was very thoughtful.

But he overlooked the fact that mercenaries could not be bought off with a single dinner.

In the end, the village chief had no choice but to order someone to go to his basement and take out an oak barrel more than half a person high from the cellar buried four meters underground.

The barrel did not attract the attention of the mercenaries, who had already gained some awareness of the barrenness of the village and did not expect any great wealth in the barrel.

Only Yun Qi noticed that the oak barrel was sealed, and something must have been sealed inside.

In ancient Greece, oak barrels rarely served as wooden crates, and most of them were used as food storage and then placed in cool, dry cellars, similar to today's refrigerators.

Yun Qi immediately thought of the role of modern oak barrels, which are nothing more than a store for fine wine or brandy.

Brandy is a distilled spirit, a highly alcoholic alcohol obtained by distillation after the grapes have fermented.

Ancient Greece did not have distillation technology, so naturally it had nothing to do with brandy.

Elimination, and the contents of the oak barrel are naturally ready to come out.

Sure enough, the village chief patted the oak barrel and said, "It contains the wine that the whole village has paid for one-third of the year's harvest and bought it at a high price from a distant merchant, which was originally intended to be sacrificed to the sun god in the five-year sacrifice." Now that the village is gone, this thing is to be paid for protecting us for the night. ”

The mercenaries were not interested in this kind of "reward", and they did not drink less wine in reality, and many of them were connoisseurs in wine tasting, and they did not have much hope for the incomplete winemaking skills of ancient Greece.

It was Yun Qi who remembered the permanent attribute he had obtained after eating the army's food.

As a result, Yun Qi was very interested in this barrel of wine, which was exchanged for one-third of the village's harvest.

With Yun Qi's efforts, everyone finally agreed to let the village chief open the barrel first to check the quality of the barrel wine.

Naturally, the village chief was reluctant to open the seal of the oak barrel before the other party agreed.

But the problem is that he has no bargaining qualifications at all, and it is a big deal that people don't want this barrel of wine, but what the village has endured is the comeback of Persian soldiers.

In the end, the village chief had no choice but to compromise.

The moment the mud seal on the barrel is lifted, the aroma of the wine instantly disturbs everyone's sense of smell, and the aroma is reminiscent of the sweetness of the vineyard in the middle of summer. (To be continued.) )