In later stories, shadow puppet plays, texts or other literary and artistic works, the attack on Nonglin Lane was exaggerated to varying degrees. Increased the number of enemies by a factor of ten. The secretary who fell to the ground was described as a fearless martyr who blocked arrows with his body, and dozens of arrows did not fall in his body. Chen Li did his duty and did not let a single weapon or even a drop of blood fall on Lin Ji. Xiaobai is fierce and unparalleled, tearing more than 100 people. The remaining enemies were almost completely annihilated by the heroic and invincible blows of the forest trails.

So much so that later historians were arguing whether Lin Ji killed 154 people or 172 people in this battle.

- In short, the king is invincible, and the young man will destroy the idea of assassinating the king in the future.

This is the impression that this incident will give to future generations. For most people in Chaolin City at the moment, the occurrence of this incident has a different feeling.

Soon after the establishment of Chaolin City, there was a habit of morning bells and dusk drums. The bell tower is located in the southwest corner of the central square. Hanging on it is a huge bronze bell and a row of drums brought from a small town. The bell tower rings the bell during the day and beats the drum at night, so it is called the morning bell and the dusk drum.

The bell tower uses the method of striking the time of the wall clock in the eighties and nineties. Knock at one o'clock, knock twice at two o'clock, and so on. It rings every half hour.

The people of Chaolin City have become accustomed to the sound of bells and drums, and have therefore developed a relatively regular routine of work and rest.

It was not late in the afternoon of this day, and those who liked to estimate the time occasionally looked up and thought that it was about a quarter of an hour before half past four, when they suddenly heard the bell tower ringing. The man secretly wondered how his estimate was so bad today. But I heard the bell ringing non-stop, and the drum also rang out.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The man finally reacted after the bell had struck four or five times, shouted loudly, took his weapon, and ran quickly to the place where the whole team was usually training.

The bells and drums rang in unison, which was the signal that Chaolin City was attacked. Everyone must respond as soon as possible: the old and the young must return indoors as soon as possible and must not go out, while the young and strong must be assembled according to the usual training regulations.

Because in the autumn, in order to prevent the people of the Ten Directions from attacking the city, the residents of Chaolin trained a lot, so in the sound of bells and drums, the young and strong were quickly gathered. Not long after, the horseman came to the people to pass the king's decree, and the whole city was under martial law, and he stood by on the spot.

Everyone stayed where they were, but they couldn't help but wonder. This does not need to be on the wall in batches, and it does not know where the enemy is coming from, what is the situation?

A little later, the leaders of the various militia groups were called together and held meetings to inform them, and it was not long before the news reached the grassroots level. This news is even more shocking than the attack on Chaolin City: the king has been assassinated! Citywide Inventory!

After the fright, the people felt that the sky was about to fall. Furious and angry, they demanded to be dispatched in search of the Assassins. But they were soon asked to stay where they were by strict discipline, and they were required to supervise each other and report suspicions. Because it is said that there are not many assassins who escaped, most of them have been caught, but the mastermind of the assassination may be the inner ghost.

The evening weather is cloudy and windy, and the next heavy snow may fall soon. The food in the big kitchens here and there was burnt paste, and no one cared about it, and no one proposed to eat it. The children in the house were screaming with hunger, and the old people only dared to cover their mouths with the dry food they had saved.

The young men of the streets and squares everywhere stopped talking with their improvised weapons, and looked at the people around them in the evening breeze, and at the same time were uneasy. It seems that anyone around him is suspicious, and he is afraid that he will be misunderstood and suspected of assassinating the king.

A cold wind blew through the central square, and a group of dignitaries who had been notified by the intelligence officers to come to the palace for a meeting shivered several times. They were almost brought in. Before they arrived, their homes or workplaces had been surrounded and guarded.

These noble officials who were escorted to the palace were all of relatively low rank. I've been to Nonglin Lane before, but I'm stuck outside.

For them, they finally experienced the efficiency of the operation of the kingdom, and the terror that comes from the state apparatus.

In front of the palace gate, there were a forest of spears, deer hooves were disturbed, and countless people rushed back and forth through several levels of checkpoints. Two corpses, dressed in palace guard uniforms, were placed on the horses in front of the palace, dripping blood in the cold wind.

When passing through a few checkpoints here, most of the deer cavalry from the deer searched all the metal items on the bodies of these low- and middle-level noble officials, except for the badge and leather head, and the copper coins, gold and silver were naturally also looted. Some people were quite dissatisfied, but when they saw the stone-beaked falcon standing on the steps and watching, they immediately closed their mouths and thought they were unlucky.

The royal palace was full of generators roaring and brightly lit. In the lobby that entered the door, a group of old men and ladies of the House of Elders stood with cold faces under the leadership of Hu Aman. I don't know if they expected anything or what they already knew, and when they looked at these noble officials, the fierce light in their eyes seemed to turn into substance.

The nobles and officials were taken to a small hall on the side, where Lin Ji was sitting. He's still wearing that bulletproof vest. However, the gun had already been handed over to Chen Li. The group of big people such as Arc Po Tu stood behind Lin Ji, occasionally whispering a few words to the outside.

There were already a few people lying on the opposite side of the forest track. These people are also high-level members of the kingdom, and they don't know why Po Tu and the others can stand, they can only lie on the ground and tremble. One of them seemed to be covered in feces and urine, with obvious water stains and a foul smell.

The middle- and low-level dignitaries who entered the door glanced over there, and most of them already knew it in their hearts. Some people even lamented that the general trend has gone.

"All those who are in the city have arrived." Qian Mian pretended to report.

Someone wanted to give Lin Ji a salute, Lin Ji stood up, waved his hand and said, "At this time, you don't have to be hypocritical to me." ”

Lin Ji himself didn't seem to be polite at all, and said straight to the point: "Some of you may not know what is going on. Of course, some people know more than I know. I've kept some things out of the way, so I'll retell them to you. In Nonglin Lane...... I killed Changyou. It's a pity. His mission might have been to make sure I wasn't dead or something, so he walked a little slowly into the alley. I shot my head too. According to common sense, it would be more appropriate for me to keep him for questioning before he is brought to the House of Elders...... Are you happy to hear this? ”

Speaking of this, Lin Ji suddenly smiled at everyone. The crowd wanted to laugh, but soon lowered their heads in horror.

"You can't be happy. Because in addition to Changyou, several people around him knew some of the situation. Moreover, your roaring buddies were drunk at this time, babbling gibberish in public, and were caught by Qian Mian. ”

Roar is the one who is covered in and urine in front of people. At this point, he was so frightened that he fainted.

"The king......" someone has to defend.

Lin Ji waved his hand again and interrupted: "There is a saying that those who do certain things should be killed if they are not guilty." I didn't agree with it before, but I agree now. At least the slave owners deserve to be killed. Even if you kill casually, you can find out the evidence of the killing after you kill it. You are in all walks of life, and you have high and low titles, and the only reason you are called is because you have at least a hundred or more slaves under your command. You don't dispute that, do you? I don't know how many slaves I have in my own family, right? As for saying that you should be killed, don't say that I wronged you, let me prove it? ”

Another common identity of the following noble officials is that they are slave owners, and they can even be said to be big slave owners. It is also the richest group of people in Chaolin City. They know who they are, so some people know when they see the scene that the tide is turning.

But Lin Ji said that they should be killed, but many people were unwilling, so after Lin Ji finished speaking, they all looked up at Lin Ji, wondering what they did wrong and should be killed.

Lin Ji sneered: "Since Director Bian Qing took office, he has notified all slave owners to truthfully register the number of slaves. At this time, it has been more than a month. In this way, those who have been truthfully registered can go out, but you can be exonerated from what you have done before, whether today's incident is related to you, and whether it is related to you. I can also promise that I will not pursue it in the future. This isn't too much proof, isn't it? Do you have? ”

Twenty or thirty slave owners looked at each other, but no one went out. Whoever registers will have to pay the slave use tax in the coming year, and the slave use tax is equivalent to cutting their flesh, who will take the initiative to register and pay?