From Chief to Ball

"The people on the council... are they really for themselves? What is good for the city?"

Ji Yun secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his shoulder. Hearing the chattering discussions not far away, he suddenly bit his shoulder violently, urging himself not to think about the consequences of failure, and shouted loudly while taking advantage of the severe pain. Said: "Clan people! Clan people! If you want to end this chaos, if you want this chaos to appear in the future, there is only one way!"

Taking advantage of the time when everyone was listening attentively and being slightly startled, Ji Yun simply kept talking and yelled loudly.

"Be disciplined, don't conspire in the hut!"

"Let Ji Xia be arbitrary, not a meeting!"

Chapter 22 The Lost Winner

Slogans have no power in themselves. The power comes from the fact that these slogans say things that many people dare not say.

Faced with such a chaotic situation, many people had thought that such a helpless situation would never have occurred if Ji Xia had been dictatorial, but this was not the case. will be better than it is now.

When the slogan reached the ears of the conspirators in the council, they were afraid, so they gave the last order: Ji Yun betrayed Xia Cheng, and shot him to death with random arrows.

Those Chinese who agreed with the council's resolution shot arrows at Ji Yun who was still shouting there. While stabbing Ji Yun, they also pierced the bottom line of those sympathizers.

When the feather arrow pierced Ji Yun's arm, he didn't stop shouting, but asked: "What did I do wrong? Where did I violate the rules of Xiacheng? That piece of clay board can put me to death? "

"Clan people, look, they can kill me in the hut without following the rules, are you not afraid that this feather arrow will fall on you one day in the future?"

"Only when the lie is exposed will you try to stop me with death. If you question Jixia for doing something wrong, what will Jixia do? He will only use actions to prove that you are wrong. If he is really wrong, he will Will praise you, but never shoot you for it."

"Who on earth betrayed Xia Cheng? Don't you guys see it now?"

The sound of the feather arrow piercing through the air could not cover up his cry, but it expanded more and more, as if a little spark had gradually entered a pile of gunpowder that had been shaken evenly, and it exploded.

After a while, half of the Xiacheng people who shouted the slogan "Let Ji Xia be assertive, not a council! Be disciplined, not a hut plot" gathered in the square of Yucheng. They needed to end the turmoil that brought them losses.

The council authority left over from the clan era is still there, and it still locks the minds of this group of people like shackles. Even if they shout, they still don't have the courage to rush into the government hall.

When one of them takes the step to attack the government hall, all the shackles left over from the clan era will be shattered, and all the good things left over from the clan era will also disappear.

The times have changed.

Hearing the slogans outside, the conspirators began to panic. They originally planned to escape from Yucheng tomorrow morning before the sunset. They did not see the angry expressions of the Chinese people who finally smashed the last vestige of the clan era.

Under the setting sun, more than a thousand people stood in front of the occupied government hall, shouting the name of the dictator in unison, hoping that he could stand up and end the chaos at this time.

There were even some cheers from the workshop workers. Some of them still had illusions about Chen Jian. This was because of their vacillation and vacillation, and it was inevitable after they gave up their ideals and tried to integrate into Xia Yu's system.

In the most difficult time, He's propaganda can unite all the workshop workers; but when the most difficult time passed, the division of internal opinions made his words no longer so convincing. He didn't believe in Chen Jian's conscience, but More workshop workers believe.

Rather than leaving Yucheng to start a new homeland, maybe Ji Xia arbitrarily gave them the rules and the status of Chinese people is a better choice.Without the threat of redoing slaves and the gallows, these men abandoned their rightful path.

Chen Jian disguised himself very well, always appearing as a well-behaved leader. This kind of deception not only deceived the enemy, but also deceived most of the people in the country.

So when the colorful clouds hung obliquely to the west, a strange scene appeared.

The city divided into two halves by the inland river was still an enemy half a day ago, but at this moment they are calling the same name, hoping that he can come to save them.And those who long to liberate themselves by working with their own hands have finally become a minority.

Ji Yun had two slogans, but one of them was shouted much more frequently than the other.

"Ji Xia is arbitrary! We only believe in Ji Xia!"

So Chen Jian seemed to have won, but in fact he lost. The loss left him without the power to fight back.

I thought it was a big and vigorous event, but in the end it turned into a ridiculous farce that needs to be saved by the sage Mingjun.

So when Ji Bai and others excitedly told Chen Jian about this, Chen Jian was silent for a moment, laughed out of nowhere, and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

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When Chen Jian appeared in front of everyone again, there were only a few people around him at the beginning, a few closest people and a few black-clothed guards.

But every time he took a step forward, some Chinese spontaneously stood beside Chen Jian with weapons in hand, acting as guards, watching the distance vigilantly.

They held their chests high, as if they wanted to block the distant arrows; they looked up, as if they had seen the turmoil subside.

Twenty, fifty, one hundred... Yucheng is not big, but when Chen Jian walked to the front of the government hall, the Chinese people surrounding Chen Jianjian had already surpassed the number of steps he could take.

Faced with such quiet but dignified footsteps, those Chinese who had believed in the council spontaneously dropped the bows and arrows they had shot at Ji Yun in accordance with the council's order, and stood not far away with their heads down.

Chen Jian did not go to the government hall, but walked slowly to the vicinity of the inner river, and came to a place where the opposite feather arrow could shoot at any time.

As feathered arrows can be shot, words can also be passed on.

They saw Chen Jian on the opposite side, and they also saw the Xiacheng people surrounding Chen Jianjian as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but no one bowed their bows, but watched quietly.

The eerie silence was broken when Chen Jian stopped.

"Ji Xia is arbitrary!"

I don't know who yelled, and then there was a tsunami of echoes. Hundreds of people raised their weapons and shouted loudly, surrounding Chen Jian.

In the twilight, the faces of many people could not be seen clearly, but Chen Jian saw their bright and hopeful eyes, those young and educated children who were holding their spears tightly and even a little excited, those who followed him from Jianshe Xia A strong chest that labors with the city.

Facing this moment, facing this moment, with mixed feelings, it took Chen Jian a long time to suppress all the emotions in his heart.

Facing the clansmen and the workshop workers opposite, he said softly: "This turmoil should end."

It's just a declaration, without screaming or coughing up blood, or even putting it into practice, let alone seeing victory, but at this moment, one sentence is enough.

From the people's point of view, this is what Jixia said. Since it is about to end, it will really end. This is more credible than the ten thousand words of the group of people in the council, like someone saying that the sun rises from the east. The same will of course come true.

After a long time, Chen Jian said slowly: "Tonight, maybe many years later, someone will say that I am a rebel just like you. Today, some people will call it the day of victory for the rebels."

Everyone was stunned, but Chen Jian smiled and said, "You say you are for Xiacheng, and those people also say that you are for Xiacheng."

"For Xiacheng, what a noble, pleasant, and inspiring reason, but how many crimes are also born in the name of this?"

"Whoever defines who is for Xiacheng can say that the other party is a traitor. Is this question difficult to answer? I say, it's not difficult, you just need to figure out what Xiacheng is."

"What is Xiacheng? Is it the relatives and nobles left over from the clan era? Is it the insects and ants who are trying to live a life like other cities where a few people don't need to work? Or are there tens of thousands of people who are working like you and holding spears? People of the country? People of the country, tell me, who is Xiacheng? Who is Xiacheng?"

Everyone looked at the familiar faces around them, felt the hard calluses on the palms of their hands, and heard Chen Jian's questioning, shouted in unison: "Thousands of people are Xiacheng!"

After shouting, it seemed that all the uneasiness and resentment had dissipated with the wind. Chen Jian still smiled, speaking of blood and violence so peacefully.

"Xiacheng is different in everyone's heart, so the rebellion in everyone's heart is also different. When they accuse us of rebellion, we don't need to bow our heads, think about it, or even feel powerless because of shame. We just need to answer them loudly. : You are the rebels!"

"Rebellion, is this a bad word? Let me tell you, it's not bad. Everyone has a different definition of rebellion. It's not a bad word, on the contrary, it's a nice word."

"Rebellion, ha, we want to sentence you people who want to suck the flesh and blood of the people of the country for rebellion, and we want to sentence you for the rebellion of Xiacheng defined by a few people!"

"This word should not be self-blaming, but full of pride! Because the victor can define the rebellion, but the victor is not necessarily the majority."