From Chief to Ball

While the inside of the city was angry, the people outside the city who heard the news were also angry. However, the anger was meaningless, the blood was stained and could not be washed off.

In anger, Chen Jian took a deep breath to suppress his panic, organized his words hastily, and used this incident to preach to everyone, turning the interference of the people outside the city into a kind of justice for the people Everyone in the angry voice was convinced that what they did was right, the man in the city was not qualified to be the leader at all, and the only trace of interference that was immoral also disappeared.

However, this improvement in morale is insignificant compared to the hatred of thousands of people in a city. Even the son of the old leader began to hesitate whether he should return to the city, and whether he could be the murderer and accomplice after returning to the city. Do you have the support of the crowd?

Su Tang was also helpless, so he quietly asked Chen Jian, "Ji Xia, why don't you go back first, and wait for my father to gather the relatives, and let's come together to explain this matter, otherwise... otherwise, even if the city wall is blown up tomorrow, we will not be able to calm down Chaos. Angry countrymen, it's scary."

Chen Jian half-closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then shook his head and said: "I can't go back, once we go back, we will have no chance to change everything before he dies, your father will no longer embarrass him in the face of the anger of thousands of people. There are 300 people who stand here today and know about this matter, and 3 million people know about it when they return to Sucheng. Just imagine, the sinners in the city are still the leaders, how do you let the relatives in other cities think of their leaders? Conviction, respect, admiration...all of these are gone, only hatred, suspicion, and estrangement are left! I am the leader of Xia City, and I will not let my people see me like this. Will your father be willing? One day in the future, You might be the leader too, would you?"

"Besides, since Xiacheng came out of the mountains, he has never retreated in front of the enemy. This time, it will not be the beginning."

After crushing the hesitation in Su Tang's heart, Chen Jian pretended to leave angrily, came to the campfire, listened to the discussion of the people, tapped the firewood with his fingers, recalled every conversation inside and outside the city wall before, and pondered the thinking of this era way, conceiving bloody and irritating language.

When he thought about it, when it was getting dark, he called the men from the new army who had cooperated with Shi Qi in the first drama performance in Xiacheng, and whispered with them.

After dawn, the performance of crying like a stage play and begging Chen Jian not to kill his own people was performed on the city wall when the rising sun rose into the sky. If you break the rules, it's your own fault, so what's wrong with the people in the city?He had already prepared food and wine to welcome Ji Xia into the city, so why did he want to kill these people at night?

He found a rope to bind his hands, and yelled for his clansmen to help tie up the rest of the place, and shouted at Chen Jian at the bottom of the city: "Ji Xia thinks what I did was wrong, so I'll go back to Sucheng with you. But this The city does not trust you, does not welcome you, you are stained with the blood of your relatives, and the gates of the city will never be opened to you!"

Pretending to go out of the city, he was held back by the people around him. Somebody started to swear at Chen Jian, and then dozens of voices shouted together on the city wall.

The original promise to let Chen Jian enter the city today was rejected in another way, and there was nothing to refute or question the rejection.

"You are not welcome here! You are not our relatives, you are stained with our blood. If you insist on coming in, let's see whose blood is shed first!"

"Our leader is elected by us. At the moment of election, it is a promise we made! We will keep this promise, unless he is no longer our leader. But as long as he is, we will never let him Expose yourself to your spears!"

"Go away, Xiacheng people. Go back to Caohe!"

The shouts and cursing were continuous, and the city walls were full of angry people, but the number was not too many. It was probably because Chen Jian was afraid that Chen Jian would have ambushes around him, so he dispersed to guard the surrounding walls.

Facing the cursing in the city, Chen Jian restrained everyone from cursing back. He walked to the front of the army formation and responded loudly: "I didn't send anyone to climb the city wall yesterday, let alone set fire to it. I followed the rules and only waited to enter the city today." Question your leaders, and you will never do anything to harm innocent relatives. I only used less than a thousand people in Caohe to defeat the tens of thousands of Xirong. If you are not my relatives, I can take them with you before the sun goes down. These 300 people entered the city, why did they go into the city and set fire to it? You think your city is strong, but in my eyes, it is as fragile as a child's clay doll!"

Everyone thought that Chen Jian was going to defend himself, but he didn't expect him to add fuel to the fire. He only said that he was not wrong in the first sentence, and the rest were all about the other party's weakness in a mocking tone.

The scolding in the city became more intense, and Chen Jian kept repeating similar words, but the people in the city didn't believe it at all, and shouted: "300 people are like capturing this city? Even Hua didn't say such a thing back then. , who do you think you are? Come on, your body is already stained with our blood, you won't fear that we are relatives, let us see if we are clay dolls now!"

The angry quarrel lasted for a long time. Chen Jian had been deliberately arousing the other party's anger because of honor and disgrace instead of the anger because of tragedy before. It was the same anger, but the taste was a little different.

People inside and outside the city all acquiesced to a logic: if Chen Jian could really easily attack the city, then he would not use the method of setting fire to the city at night.

But the premise of this logic is an if, but without an if, even this if is ridiculous and impossible.Since the entire premise is wrong, then the second half of this logic has no basis for existence. Naturally, Chen Jian must have sent someone to set it on fire last night.

The leader on the city wall felt the ignorance of the mocker Chen Jian and felt the anger of the crowd. He believed that he had firmly secured the position of leader at this time: with the support of thousands of people, who would dare to shake it?

"This is an idiot. It is meaningless to show off that you defeated the Xirong people at this time. You are still too young."

This kind of thought is like drinking a pinch of snow water in summer, and my whole body is full of comfort.He also restrained everyone not to shoot arrows, and kept calm before the other party made a move, especially because he was afraid that if Chen Jian was killed by an arrow, the matter would expand and become uncontrollable.

In the rational abuse, Chen Jian asked how many people were burned to death and what kind of people they were, then left the city wall and led them back without questioning or refuting, but he did not leave the crowd on the city wall either. As far as the eye can see.

In the eyes of the people in the city, this kind of retreat confirmed the fact that Chen Jian felt guilty and ashamed. The leader did not send anyone out of the city, worried that Chen Jian was cheating, and only asked everyone to guard the four walls.

In this era, there is only siege but no siege, and if it drags on for more than a month, everything will be resolved through mediation.Just when he walked down the city wall contentedly and prepared to pay homage to those clansmen who were burned to death by him, he heard the group of people outside the city shouting together from a distance: "You drank the blood of your clansmen, did your ancestors die?" will protect you."

He looked at the few burnt people and smiled secretly.

"I drank the blood of my people, but you are the one with blood on your teeth."

Chapter 63 Armed Intervention ([-])

For two days in a row, the Suxia allied forces outside the city neither retreated nor besieged the city. They practiced at a distance of [-] paces outside the city every day.

There was water and food in the city, so it was not in a hurry, the new leader distributed some food from his own private warehouse to the people, the cheers were thunderous, and the prestige was even greater.

It's just that every time he climbs up and looks at those Xiacheng people who don't fight or leave, there is always a gloomy feeling in the leader's heart. He has never seen such a battle every day. But I suppressed this idea several times, and only wanted to drag it to the various clans to mediate so that there would be no complications.

In the bushes behind the simple camp of the Xia Su Allied Forces, the soldiers were pushing forward with wooden shield carts, practicing how to resist the feathered arrows on the city in order to get close to the city wall, and how to retreat after approaching. Su Tang was an eye-opener. This is the first time I know that there is still such a way to block the flow of arrows in the siege.

In the depths of the woods, several people who had performed on stage were memorizing a few simple conversations, which were not complicated. Chen Jian did not ask them to say exactly what he said, but made a few tragic endings Tell the story and let them know what it is like.

The so-called tragedy is to smash the beautiful things for others to see.

What is good?Maybe it's just the ordinary life, the warm mother-child relationship, the couple looking at the baby and smiling at each other.

What is destruction?All of a sudden, these ordinary things are turned into ashes, which is destruction.The more prosaic, the more tragic.

And from whom does this infuriating misery originate?So just like the Xirong people who put all the bad ones in the drama when the public opinion was mobilized in Xiacheng, the new leader of the city played by a soldier became the maker of this tragedy.

This kind of destruction witnessed by one's own eyes is more likely to make people cry and anger than just seeing the corpse.

Two days later, the people in the city discovered that the Xiacheng people below were doing a strange thing. They used wood to build a wooden platform very close to the city wall. them.

A wooden stage, a curtain, the sorrow and joy are staged like this, the simple lines, exaggerated movements, and excessive body language, but they just cater to the aesthetics of this era, and it is easy to infect people of this era.

The warm and plain beauty on the wooden platform lasted for a long time, but the destruction only took a moment, and nothing was left.The mother's concern for her son, the woman's love for a man, and the parents' expectations for their children were all burnt up and ended.

And a performer who claimed to be the leader was shown naked in front of everyone by Chen Jian with the most vicious and dirty politician thinking in straightforward and easy-to-understand language. This is more like a subversion of ideas. The leaders who thought they were beautiful, respected, capable, and caring for the whole city turned out to be all deceptions.

This is the first time that the filth of human nature has come out of the chest and is exposed. This is not a leader, but the embodiment of some politicians who eat human blood. Dirty and smelly.Because it was the first time, it was shocking and novel, so I began to wonder.

The same kind of people can always know what the same kind of people are thinking, so Chen Jian, as the leader of the same kind, showed all the dirty thoughts on his body, maybe the performance was not good, just chanting and talking from his heart, But the effect is shocking.

Su Tang was suddenly a little puzzled. Two days ago, Chen Jian was still saying that he was worried that the leader would not be respected, but this drama will not spread slower than what happened in this city.

He watched the scene tremblingly, as if he also saw himself, his father, and many people. He glanced at Chen Jian unnaturally, wondering if Chen Jian was also talking about himself?Is it really just talking about the leaders in the city?

The horror in my heart lasted for a long time, and Su Tang finally made up his mind: "After the incident in this city is over, we must discuss with Jixia, and we must prohibit this drama from being performed again, never perform it, and people here are not allowed to talk about it."

The more truth it is, the more it will be hated by those who know the truth themselves and don’t want more people to know the truth. They will spare no effort to suppress the truth, because they know that no matter how true a lie is, it will be exposed. Communication is the enemy of life and death.

In the distance, Chen Jian was listening to the tear-jerking tune he taught them in Xiacheng played by the flute player, looking at everything on the wooden platform with a smile, and behind him were the clansmen who were full of food and drink their bowstrings.

The performance on the wooden stage lasted for a long time. Many people heard and saw it. Of course, some people told the leader of the city what happened here. After reaching his goal, his heart skipped a beat.

Seeing the people watching with relish, they shouted angrily: "This is what they are talking about! Shoot the arrows! Shoot the arrows!"

The people next to him were still hesitating, but his younger brother had already bent his bow, and the arrow made of goshawk feathers flew towards the wooden platform, and plunged into the wood with a thud.The person chanting did not stop, and the semi-professional actors and professional soldiers around him quickly grabbed the wooden shields and stood in front of the person, letting the person continue to finish the last sentence.

The moment the feathered arrow flew out, Chen Jian's eyes lit up suddenly, and a person beside him who was staring at the city wall shouted excitedly: "It's hit! It's hit! They shot the arrow! Their first arrow!"

A sharp Taoist whistle blew, and the soldiers after Chen Jianjian shouted in unison, and quickly lined up according to the appearance during training, neatly as if they had been cut by a knife.

This was the first time that the people in the city saw the Xiacheng army's preparation for battle. The neat scarves danced with the wind, and the horizontal and vertical intervals were in an orderly manner.

Chen Jian walked to the front of the team, and the four guards raised wooden shields to block the feathered arrows. Chen Jian took out a birch bark horn and shouted at the city wall: "I said it! I think you are relatives!" , I don't want to be stained with the blood of my relatives. You insulted me, scolded me, and said that I burned and killed your people, but I didn't let anyone shoot a feather arrow at you. I said that my 300 people can fall in the sunset Take the city down the mountain, but I won't do it, because we all have the same ancestor, and we can discuss anything, and I don't want to shed blood. You think I killed your people, and you scold me, but I don't blame you, because You have been deceived, as a leader, can I bear such an insult?"

"My concession, my patience, what did I get?"