On the island of Kyushu in Fuso, Tang Zhangwei saw Sun Duolu's men and horses quelling the rebellion on Wild Boar Island. ∏ miscellaneous ξ zhi ξ insect ∏

Tang Zhangwei was very happy, although the most difficult battles were led by General Bai Cunxiao under Tang Zhangwei, but after all, he was in the name of Sun Duolu, Tang Zhangwei knew that after Fusang pacified Wild Boar Island, there would be no opponents. However, in the Luzon Tang Dynasty there were many enemies. First of all, the power of the Holy Cross began to develop in Luzon, and the Luzon kings believed in those totems.

The Holy Cross Pope called on the nobles of Europe to wage holy war against the natives of Luzon, and some knights of the Holy Cross from East Francia and Spain arrived by boat.

The commotion soon subsided, and only the four little pigs were still shivering and waiting to fall. Every wrinkle on their faces seemed to indicate that they had sinned. Napoleon then ordered them to confess their crimes. These four pigs were the four who protested when Napoleon announced the abolition of the Sunday Animal Congress. They didn't wait for any more questioning before admitting that they had been secretly in contact with Snowball from the day he was chased away. The destruction of the windmill was also done by them in collusion with Snowball. In addition, they made a secret agreement with Snowball to hand over the farm to Friedric. They added that Snowball had privately admitted to them that he had been Jones's spy for the past few years. When Piggy confesses his crimes, several dogs immediately pounce on them and tear their throats out. Napoleon shouted and asked if the other animals had anything to confess.

The three hens, who had taken the lead in the unsuccessful egg craze, came up to the front and confessed that Snowball had met with them in a dream and instigated them to rebel against Napoleon's orders. The three chickens were also killed. Then a goose came out and confessed that he had hidden six ears of grain during the harvest last year and secretly ate them at night. Another sheep confessed that he had urinated in the drinking fountain. She admits that Snowball forced her to do it. The other two sheep confessed to torturing an old ram to death. This is an old sheep who was especially loyal to Napoleon. As he coughed and wheezing, they chased after him and circled around a campfire. All the criminals were executed on the spot. In this way, the confession of the crime and the imposition of the death penalty continued until a pile of corpses accumulated at Napoleon's feet, and the smell of blood filled the air. This has not happened since Jones's expulsion.

When it was all over, the rest of the animals, except for pigs and dogs, huddled together and walked away in silence. They all looked depressed and unarmed, and couldn't figure out which shocked them more—whether it was some animal collusion with Snowball in a rebellion, or the brutal and bloody crackdown they had just witnessed. It is also horrific that there are such bloody scenes in the elderly, but now that this massacre is happening among their own kind, it is much more terrifying. From the day Jones left the farm, to this day, no animal has ever killed another! Not even a single mouse has ever been killed. The animals walked up to the half-built dirt hill and lay down on the ground. They huddled next to me and I next to you, as if to draw some physical heat from each other—alfalfa, Murrell, Benjamin, a few cows, a flock of sheep and a flock of geese, a flock of chickens—all huddled together. Only the cats did not come; Before Napoleon could order the assembly, he suddenly disappeared. For a long time everyone was silent. Only the boxer did not lie down. He shook his body uneasily, a long-haired black tail whipped his body, and from time to time let out a short, startled scream of surprise. Finally, he spoke:

"I don't understand. I can't believe this could happen on our farm. It must be because we made some mistake ourselves. I think there's only one solution, work harder. From now on, I wake up an hour early every morning. ”

He trotted away with his big heavy hooves. He ran to the quarry, where he loaded two truckloads of stones in succession, pulled them to the windmill site, and worked till dark.

The other animals still huddled around the alfalfa, and no one spoke. From the hill on which they lay they could see the vast fields in the distance, and most of the animal farms were also in their field of vision—the narrow pastures leading to the main road, the fields where the fodder was grown, the groves, the drinking pools, the cultivated ground with dense green wheat seedlings, and the red-tiled roofs of some of the farm's buildings, and the smoke curling from the chimneys. It was a bright spring evening. The meadows and verdant hedgerows are gilded with gold in the sun. The animals suddenly remembered, with some astonishment, that the farm was their own, and that every inch of the farm was already their property. They had never felt that this place had made them so enchanted. Alfalfa looked down the hillside, her eyes filled with tears. If she could express her thoughts, she would say: when they fought for the overthrow of humanity, they pursued a goal that is not what it is today. These scenes of terror and carnage were by no means the ones that the old major had longed for when he first incited them to rebel that night. If she could imagine what the ideal future was, it would be a world in which animals were freed from hunger and whipping, where all animals were equal, each according to his ability, and where the strong protected the weak, as she herself had used her two forelegs to protect a litter of ducklings when the Major spoke that night. But—she didn't know what was going on—now they were living in such days: no one dared to speak their hearts, vicious dogs roared and roamed, some comrades were forced to confess to terrible evils, and then they were torn alive right under your nose...... Alfalfa didn't have the slightest thought of rebellion or rebellion in her heart. She knew that even as they were, their days were much better than those of Jones's reign. Plus, and more importantly, they must stop humanity from making a comeback. No matter what happens, she must remain faithful. She had to work hard, prepare the tasks assigned to her, and accept Napoleon's leadership. Still, she felt that what she and other animals were looking forward to and working for was not what they were in now. Whether it's sweating blood and sweating to build windmills, or fighting against Jones's guns, it's not for that. That's what alfalfa was thinking in her head, though she didn't have the words to express it.

(End of chapter)