War Paradise

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

When Shen Wenchong, who used a pseudonym, appeared in this primitive tribe, he was immediately surrounded by a group of ragged "barbarians". In the Daqin people’s place of residence, there was thunderous cheers for a while, like celebrating a grand festival.

Lin Chi, who was standing next to the old man, looked at the smiling faces of the Daqin people around him, and a smile appeared on his face:

Shen Wenchong's popularity here is much greater than Lin Chi had imagined. Judging from the fanatical appearance of these primitive people, he almost regarded the old man as a **** and enshrined him on the altar.

As a loyal subordinate of General Qin, even many years after the general's death, Shen Wenchong still did not forget his tribe. And these Daqin people, who have been oppressed for many years and have had an extremely difficult life, are naturally grateful and worship the only benefactor who helped them.

"No, no, old man can't stand this old bone."

Shen Wenchong kept rejecting the various things handed over by the enthusiastic residents. Even though he was refusing, the smile on that old face revealed the fact that he was very happy.

And Lin Chi, who had just returned to the workshop, called Shen Wenchong over, was also warmly welcomed, with several wreaths on his head, and a few dark baked potatoes in his hands.

——It seems that I have already succeeded in half before recruiting...

Thinking of this, Lin Chi picked up a roasted potato and took a bite:

He knew that if he wanted to overthrow the decadent feudal rule and become the "new king" of the Institution City, he first needed a large number of people who agreed with his ideas and could fight with him.

It is impossible to successfully complete the revolution just by relying on the Brotherhood that has fewer than ten living people, and no more than 30 people including the dolls.

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

Although they were poor, they were resolute and unforgiving. Even though they were living in a difficult situation, they did not succumb to the ruler of the Institution City, let alone escape from the original land, and still insisted on living here.

The primitive life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset did not make these residents look yellow and thin, but instead exercised their physique. As for why this is said, just look at the tall and straight figures of these residents, and it's clear at a glance.

Although there are less than two hundred residents here, if they can be drawn into the Brotherhood, it will undoubtedly greatly strengthen the combat effectiveness of their troops!

Thinking of this, Lin Chi moved to Shen Wenchong's side and whispered: "Is the speech for you still there?"

"I didn't lose it, but is it really okay to say these?" The old man with petals on his shoulders and a girlish look turned and looked 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 their lives. What they need is an opportunity for change." Lin Chi said solemnly.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the warm welcome ceremony finally ended. Shen Wenchong and Lin Chi stepped onto the stage in the center of the village-actually just a large slab of uneven stone, standing on it overlooking the villagers surrounding the open space below. And standing in the distance, the patriarch who was whispering, and the gray-haired elders around him.

After Lin Chi gave out his proposal, the patriarch did not immediately agree to his request, but he gave him a chance to give a speech, and he was probably also very interested in the so-called "fraternity."

Since Shen Wenchong is more popular here than himself, Lin Chi also decisively handed over the task of speaking to the old man with the pseudonym "Mr. Wei Tian". It took him less than five minutes to prepare for Shen Wenchong. A simple speech.

Shen Wenchong coughed, cleared his throat, and signaled the onlookers to be quiet.

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

"Dear Daqin people, hello everyone, I am an elder today..."

When this "local idol" was giving a speech, everyone in the audience was extremely quiet. Even the little child who was with his mother closed his mouth obediently and stood motionless.

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

After reading this, Shen Wenchong frowned slightly, but because of the many wrinkles on his face, no one except Lin Chi noticed the change in his expression:

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

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into a deadly silence, and these residents who had long considered themselves "inferior people" all fell into a long silence.

"Everyone is the same life, why is there a difference between superior and inferior? Why are some people superior when they are born? No matter how hard they work, some people can only live in poverty and hardship, and all the money earned by hard work is "upped" Wait for someone to take it for granted?"

"..."

There was a subtle atmosphere in the air. After listening to Shen Wenchong's speech, these residents who were no longer able to sum up with the word poverty began to think again.

Seeing their frowning and solemn expressions, Lin Chi didn't say much, but quietly put his right hand next to the backpack.

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

"But, General Qin..." Several questioning voices sounded from the audience.

Before Shen Wenchong spoke, Lin Chi suddenly stood up and drew the pitch-black straight sword from the backpack with his right hand. The black energy on the blade was constantly twisting in the sun, as if there was life.

Seeing General Qin's love sword unexpectedly appeared in Lin Chi's hands, the crowd in the audience suddenly exploded. Lin Chi impatiently waited for them to be quiet, and directly said loudly:

"Mr. Wei Tian and I have already killed the soldier who betrayed General Qin and avenged General Qin! I heard that there is a legend in the Da Qin clan that the soul of the dead will remain in the weapons he used. Now, Do you want to let General Qin look at the moment when Daqin people re-emerged?"

There was another silence, until an old man standing in the front row raised his right hand tremblingly:

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

His words seemed to trigger a certain switch, so that these people who had been accustomed to poverty finally woke up like a dream and opened the door to a new world.

Then, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers and roars from the audience, which completely flooded the entire village!

"Long live the Great Qin Clan!"

"Let General Qin see, we won't be ashamed!"

Seeing that the crowd in the audience was almost in a state of madness, Shen Wenchong sighed helplessly, stuffed the speech that he had not finished reading in his pocket, looked back at Lin Chi who put down the Dark Sword, and asked, "I don’t need to read it Right?"

"Of course." Lin Chi smiled.

"You reminded the old man of those nasty orators." Shen Wen stared at him with frowning brows: "Don't let me read these things anymore. I don't want to go to hell."

"General Qin will take you out of hell, because you saved his people." Lin Chi said, putting the Dark Sword back into his backpack.

He knew that the Brotherhood he formed had already gained more than a hundred new members.

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