For two days in a row, the Suxia coalition army outside the city neither retreated nor besieged the city, but practiced at 500 paces outside the city every day, and the people in the city did not dare to go out of the city to fight a decisive battle, but only held in the city. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was water and food in the city, but there was no hurry, and the new chief divided some grain from his private warehouse and shared it with the people, and the sound of joy was thunderous, and his prestige was even greater.

It's just that every time he climbs high and looks at those Xiacheng people who don't fight or leave, there is always a trace of haze in the leader's heart, he has never seen such a war that sit-in every day, and several times he feels that the other party may only have three hundred people to rush out by himself, but several times he suppressed such thoughts, just to drag the various clans to mediate and not cause extraneous branches.

In the bushes behind the humble camp of the Xia Su coalition army, the soldiers were pushing the wooden shield cart forward, practicing how to resist the feather arrows on the city in order to get close to the city wall, and how to retreat after getting closer.

Deep in the woods, a few people who had performed on stage were memorizing a few simple conversations, which were not complicated, and Jian Chen did not ask them to say exactly what they said, but told the story of several tragic endings, so that they could know what kind of story it was.

The so-called tragedy is to smash beautiful things to show people.

What is good? Maybe it's just a dull life, a warm mother-son relationship, and a smile between husband and wife looking at the baby.

What is Destruction? All of a sudden, all these ordinary things turned to ashes, and it was destruction. The more prosaic, the more miserable.

And from whom does this infuriating misery originate? So, just as the Xijon people in the drama were all bad when public opinion was mobilized in the summer city, the new leader of the city, played by a soldier, became the creator of this tragedy.

This kind of destruction seen with one's own eyes is more likely to make people cry and anger than just seeing corpses.

Two days later, the people in the city noticed that the people of Xia City below were doing a strange thing, and built a wooden platform out of wood very close to the city wall, so close that they could hear clearly, and so close that feathered arrows could shoot at them.

A wooden platform, a curtain, sorrow and joy are staged like this, simple lines, exaggerated movements, and overly violent body language, but they just cater to the aesthetics of this era, and it is easy for people in this era to be infected.

The warm and plain beauty on the wooden platform lasted for a long time, and the destruction was only for a moment, and there was nothing. A mother's care for her son, a woman's love for a man, and parents' expectations for their children all came to an end with a fire.

And a performer who claims to be the leader is naked in front of everyone by Chen Jian with the most vicious and dirty politician thinking in straightforward and easy-to-understand language, which is more like a subversion of ideas, and the leaders they thought were beautiful, respected, capable, and caring for the whole city turned out to be all deception.

This is the first time that the dirtiness of human nature has come out of the chest and exposed, not by some leader, but by some politician who eats human blood steamed buns, and for the first time let these "laborers" know the squalor and stench that surrounds power. Because it was the first time, it was shocking, so it was novel, so I began to wonder.

People of the same kind can always know what people of the same kind are thinking, so Chen Jian showed all the dirty thoughts in his body as the leader of the same kind, maybe the performance was very bad, just reading the white and talking to himself, but the effect was shocking.

Su Tang was suddenly a little puzzled, two days ago Chen Jian was still saying that he was worried that the leader would not be respected, but this drama would not spread more slowly than what happened in this city.

He watched that scene with some trembling, as if he also saw himself, his father, and the shadows of many people, and glanced at Jian Chen a little unnaturally, wondering if Jian Chen was also talking about himself? Is it really just a matter of talking about the chiefs of the city?

The shock in his heart lasted for a long time, and Su Tang finally made up his mind: "After the matter of this city is over, we must discuss with Ji Xia that it is forbidden to perform this drama again, never to act, and no one here is allowed to talk about it." ”

The more the truth, the more they will be hated by those who know the truth themselves and do not want more people to know the truth, and they will always spare no effort to suppress the truth, because they know that even if the lie is true, it will be exposed, and that is not enough evidence, and the spread of the truth is the enemy of life and death.

In the distance, Jian Chen was listening to the flute playing the tear-jerking tunes he had taught them in Xiacheng, smiling and watching everything on the wooden platform, behind him were the people who were full of food and drink and the bowstrings were twisted.

The performance on the wooden platform lasted for half a day, and many people heard and saw it, and of course some people told the leaders of the city what happened here, and when the leaders ran to the city wall, they heard a recitation of how to use human blood steamed buns to achieve their goals, and his heart jumped suddenly.

Looking at the people next to him with relish, he shouted angrily: "This is their nonsense!" Shoot the arrows! Shoot the arrows! ”

The man next to him was still hesitating, his younger brother had already bent his bow, and the arrows made of goshawk feathers flew towards the wooden platform and thrust into the wood with a thud. The person who read the white did not pause, and the semi-professional actors and professional soldiers around him quickly grabbed the wooden shield and blocked it in front of the man, allowing the man to continue to read the last paragraph.

The moment the feather arrow flew out, Jian Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, and a group of people staring at the city wall beside him shouted excitedly: "Fight!" Hit! They shot arrows! The first arrow they shot! ”

A sharp pottery whistle blew, and the soldiers behind Chen Jianjian shouted in unison, and quickly lined up according to the appearance of training, neatly as if they had been cut by a knife.

This is the first time that the people in the city have seen the state of the Xia Cheng army, the neat scarves are dancing in the wind, and the horizontal and vertical intervals are in an orderly manner, and they are a little panicked for a while, and they can't help but think of those legends.

Chen Jian walked to the front of the line, the four guards raised their wooden shields to block the feather arrows, Chen Jian took out a horn made of birch bark, and shouted at the city wall: "I said it! I remember that you are relatives, and I do not want to be stained with the blood of relatives. You have insulted me, you have scolded me, you have burned your people, and I have not let anyone shoot a feathered arrow at you. I said that my 300 men could take the city at sunset, but I would not do it, because we are all the same ancestors, and we can discuss anything, and I do not want to shed blood. You think that I have killed your people, and you have scolded me, and I do not blame you, because you have been deceived, and I, as a chief, can I bear such insults? ”

"My concessions, my patience, in exchange for what?"

He pointed to the feathered arrows on the wooden platform and shouted, "In exchange for the feathered arrows from the one I consider a kin!" In exchange for the hatred of my brother! Is it true that when you are bullied and fight back, do you still have to blame the person who was bullied? ”

"Who shot the arrow? Get out of town and confess your sins now! Otherwise, the blood of both tribes will be shed because of you! I'll bear with it one last time, stand up and apologize, and don't let your people bleed!" ”

After the momentary calm on the battlefield, Chen Jian responded to a few feathered arrows from the chief's clan, this was his basic plate, Chen Jian knew that he would not let go of the most trustworthy people around him, so that everything he could rely on the most would fall apart.

Therefore, Chen Jian pointed to the man on the city wall who was drawing a bow and shouted: "This bloodshed between the same clan is caused by you, and I will definitely sacrifice your heads to my relatives when I take the city!" ”

Pulling out the blade on his waist and waving it at the city wall, the war drums of Xia Cheng played a rhythm for the first time in a land thousands of miles away, and the whining pottery whistle and bone flute blew the rhythm of footsteps, and those legendary stories of Xia Cheng began to be staged for the first time in front of Su Tang and everyone.

Dozens of people held shields and pushed "shield carts" filled with gunpowder, and the creaking of wheels approached the city walls.

The archers behind him lined up, listened to the commanders' commands, raised their bows and arrows and began to shoot neatly, the infantry lined up to prevent the counterattack of the city, and the sword and shield soldiers followed the shield chariot with their shields diagonally and attacked.

Look at the sky, it's still noon, it's still a long time before the sun sets, but it's not long before the city falls, because the leader of the city is standing on the wall to cheer up the morale of the people and prevent them from thinking about what they have just heard and seen, and even holding his bow and arrows to shoot at the approaching shield chariots—full of shock and death that he has never seen before. (To be continued.) )