War in Heaven

"It's Wei Tian, ​​Mr. Wei Tian is here!"

When Shen Wenchong, who used the pseudonym, appeared in this primitive tribe, he was immediately surrounded by a group of ragged "barbarians." In the Daqin people’s place of residence, the joy of thunder is like a celebration of a grand festival.

Lin Chi, standing next to the old man, looked at the smiles of these Daqin people around him, and his face followed with a smile:

Shen Wenchong's popularity here is much more powerful than Lin Chi's imagination. Looking at the enthusiasm of these primitive people, he would treat the old man as a **** and worship him on the altar.

As a loyal ministry of General Qin, even after many years of the general's death, Shen Wenchong still did not forget the generals of the generals. These Daqin people, who have been oppressed for many years and have a very difficult life, are naturally grateful to the benefactors who have helped them.

"No, no, the old man can't stand the old bones."

Shen Wenchong kept pushing the various things handed by the enthusiastic residents. Although his mouth was refusing, the smile on his old face revealed his very happy facts.

Just after returning to the workshop, Lin Chi, who had called Shen Wenchong, was warmly welcomed with a few garlands on his head and a few black baked potatoes in his hand.

- Now it seems that I have already succeeded in half of the recruitment...

With this in mind, Lin Chi picked up a baked potato and took a sip:

He knows that in order to overthrow the decaying feudal rule and become the "new king" of the government city, the first thing that needs to be is to agree with one's own ideas and to follow the people who fight together.

It is impossible to successfully complete the revolution by relying on the fraternity of less than ten living people and not counting more than 30 people.

And these Daqin people are very suitable to become the new comrades of the Brotherhood.

Although they are poor but they are resolute, they are not succumbing to the rulers of the city, even if they are struggling, and they have not escaped from the original land and still insist on living here.

The sunrise and the original life of the sunset did not make these residents face thin and thin, but exercised their body. As for why this is said, just look at the tall and straight figure of these residents, it is clear at a glance.

Although the residents here have less than two hundred people in sight, if they can draw them to the fraternity, they will undoubtedly greatly strengthen the fighting power of their armies!

With this in mind, Lin Chi rushed to Shen Wenchong and whispered: "Is your speech still there?"

"I didn't lose it, but said that it's really good?" The shoulders were full of petals, and the old man who looked like a girlish look turned to look at him: "This kind of deviant content, they may not accept..."

"No, they will definitely accept it." Lin Chi smiled confidently.

"Why do you say that?"

"No one wants to be poor all the time. What they need is a chance to change." Lin Chi said seriously.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the warm welcome ceremony was finally over. Shen Wenchong and Lin Chi walked onto the stage in the middle of the village – in fact, it was just a small slab of unevenness, standing on top of the villagers overlooking the open space below. And the patriarch who is standing in the distance, whispering, and a few white-haired old men around him.

After Lin Chi said his proposal, the patriarch did not immediately agree to his request, but gave him a chance to speak, and estimated that he was also interested in the so-called "brotherhood."

Because Shen Wenchong is more popular than himself here, Lin Chi also gave the speech task decisively to the old man who was the pseudonym "Mr. Wei Tian". It took him less than five minutes to prepare for Shen Wenchong. A simple speech.

Shen Wenchong coughed and cleared the scorpion, indicating that the onlookers were quiet.

Later, the old man took out the crumpled grass paper from his pocket, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, and began to read the speech prepared by Lin Chi in advance:

"You guys, Daqin, everyone, I am today as an elder..."

At the time of this "local idol" speech, everyone in the audience was very quiet. Even the children who were next to the mother closed their mouths and stood still.

"I know that you have always lived under extremely difficult conditions. But as a family of General Qin, you have no reason to suffer such persecution. Because I think..."

After reading here, Shen Wenchong frowned slightly, but because of the folds on his face, there was a lot of it. Except for Lin Chi, no one found his expression changed:

"Because I think there should be no difference between people!"

When the words came out, the scene suddenly fell into a dead silence. These residents who had long considered themselves to be "inferior people" all fell into a long silence.

"Everyone is the same life. Why do they have a high score? Why do some people are superior when they are born? Some people, no matter how hard they try, can only live poor and hard, and the hard earned money is used. Waiting for someone to take it for granted?"

"..."

There is a subtle atmosphere in the air. These people are not the residents who can be summed up with the word poverty. After listening to Shen Wenchong’s speech, they began to meditate again.

Seeing that their brows were tight and their faces were dignified, Lin Chi didn't say much, just quietly put his right hand next to the backpack.

"In fact, everyone can live a prosperous life. General Qin is a good example. He has changed his life by his own efforts." Shen Wenchong frowned and continued to read this and himself. Speeches with different ideas.

"But, General Qin, he..." There were several voices of doubt in the audience.

Shen Wenchong still did not speak, Lin Chi suddenly came forward, the right hand pulled out the dark straight sword from the backpack, the black gas on the blade kept twisting in the sun, like the existence of life.

Seeing that General Qin’s love sword appeared in Lin Chi’s hands, the crowd in the audience suddenly blasted the pot. Lin Chi did not have the patience to wait for them to be quiet, and said loudly:

"I and Mr. Wei Tian have already killed the soldier who betrayed General Qin and revenge for Qin General! I heard that the Daqin has a legend that the soul of the deceased will remain in the weapon he used. Now, Do you want to let General Qin look at the moment when the Daqin people re-emerge?"

It was another silence until an old man standing in the front row, who was already high, twitched his right hand:

"I don't want to continue like this..."

His words seem to trigger a switch, so that these poor people have long been accustomed to, and finally wake up like a dream, opened the door to the new world.

Then, the audience suddenly burst into a burst of enthusiasm and roar, completely drowning the entire village!

"Long live the great Qin!"

"Let Qin general see, we will not lose face!"

The crowds watching the audience were almost in a state of madness. Shen Wenchong sighed helplessly, stuffed the speech that had not been read into the pocket, and looked back at Lin Chi, who put down the dark sword, and asked: "The old man does not have to read again. Is it?"

"Of course." Lin Chi smiled.

"You remind the old man of those hateful speakers." Shen Wenchong stared at him with a frowning eye: "Don't let me read these things again, the old man still doesn't want to go to hell."

"General Qin will take you out of hell, because you saved his people." Lin Chi said to put the dark sword back into the backpack.

He knows that his brotherhood has already won more than 100 new members.

Then the next thing to do is to find ways to improve the living environment of these residents, and by the way provide them with some reliable new equipment.