() The Celestial Maniac is a typical northern barbarian tribe that can be called a representative.

Thinking about complex issues can cause him trouble, and Tianhao didn't suddenly talk to him about the implication between murder and justice on a whim. Controlling a city of 100,000 people cannot be as simple as it used to be for a village of a few hundred people. Tianmad has a special identity and an upright temperament, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not become the target of some people with ulterior motives.

It is impossible for Pingjun's intelligence department to completely clean everyone in the city from appearance to heart like a grate. There is no guarantee that everyone in Rock City will be loyal.

I can send underminers to other tribes, and the same thing will happen in my territory.

Tianhao knew that Tianmad would not betray him. Most of the assumptions in this regard are not valid, both from the perspective of family affection and interests. However, the changes in the human mind are as mysterious and elusive as the expansion of the universe. Let a simple and upright man learn to engage in conspiracy and tricks, just as it is as difficult for a woman to conceive and give birth alone without the help of her husband. Of course, she had other options, men other than her husband.

Justice is a glorious banner, a golden sign that is enough to attract everyone's attention. Many times, evil and good are not very different, and even mix with each other to create overlap. With the eyes of later generations, Tianhao can understand the gray mixed with white and black, but Tianhao does not have this ability. His simple mind only knows how to follow, and he must be guided from the present stage.

After eating and drinking, Tianmad lay down beside the warm fire and fell into a deep sleep, and soon let out a thunderous snoring sound.

Tianhao covered him with large pieces of animal skins that the women had skillfully sewn together, added a few pieces of peat to the fire, stood up, and turned and walked out of the tent. Ventilation openings are reserved here for a constant flow of fresh air and the carbon dioxide from the burning of peat does not cause danger.

The cold night breeze blows in your face, and darkness covers the distance and near, and countless fires burn, releasing heat and light.

It was as many as tens of thousands of pig captives gathered around the fire to keep warm and eat.

It was still the old way, the huge group of prisoners of war was reduced to zero, with 50 to 100 people in a team, and the sub-armed soldiers of Rock City protected the political commissar to contact them, and went from house to house to ask for warmth, looking for breakthroughs in women and old people, and helping them solve practical difficulties.

When this battle is over, there will be no concept of "pig race" in the world, and you must change your concept and worship the new king.

It doesn't matter if your home is gone, as long as you are willing to put in the effort, work honestly and not be lazy, Rock City can give you everything you want.

There are two biggest difficulties at the moment, cold and hunger.

A large number of cotton clothes brought in with the army from Rock City came in handy. Tianhao's practice of improving spinning technology in the early years and promoting it in Rock City has now received an extraordinary effect, all the fighters in Rock City have been distributed cotton clothes, and considering the future cooperation, Tianhao is also generous to the friendly forces of Mishui City and Thunderhorn City, giving 10,000 pieces each. As for the actual distribution, it was no longer in the scope of his consideration.

Captives were distinguished, the old man and the child could get cotton clothes, the strong men and women were more resistant to frost, and when the city was broken, they searched for it, and although all kinds of animal skin clothes were shabby, they were barely used to keep warm.

Although the ration rations for the prisoners of war were only 70 percent of the normal range (compared to the fighters in Rock City), it was actually quite a lot. The hybrid dough made from a mixture of fish and shrimp, crab roe and wheat bran dries without the slightest moisture and is as hard as a rock. Despite this, it is very popular with the captives of the pigs, especially the hot soup made of a few bones casually, which can be accepted by the elderly and children with bad teeth, and the soup and water are very warm and have a strong sense of satiety.

Dense clouds blocked the stars, countless bonfires shone under the dark canopy, and the pig captives built simple walls of branches and snow to keep out the cold wind, and dozens of people gathered around the fire to keep warm. They had just experienced the ravages of blood and fire, and their fears faded little by little with the cotton clothes and food, but there were still doubts and hostility in their hearts, and they did not know what the future would hold and what they should do.

"Let me tell you a story! Once upon a time there was an evil king who ruled his people with brutality and bullied men and women......"

The vast majority of Rock City's political commissars are women. Male captives are wary of most of their wariness when confronted by them, and they are more receptive to their thinking. Although there are guards around, the gentle and soft voice of the woman can penetrate into the hearts of the people, relieve tension, dispel hostility, and allow the listener to quietly complete the initial brainwashing in the confusion of the reality of defeat and the future, at least in terms of concept, accept the basic logic of "all tribes are barbarian brothers".

As long as there is common ground, wooing is not a problem.

The political commissar had dried apples and dough in his pockets. When they meet a child, they give a few pieces of sweet, and the children can't resist the magic of sweetness, so they gather around the kind woman, and although they still want to eat it, they must hold back their greed, and according to the other party's request, they recite aloud along with the political commissar who distributes the sweet and delicious food.

"Love the cattle clan, love the people, love our great city lord ......"

The key words have changed, but the core meaning has not changed.

The old men had terrible teeth, and some of them could not swallow the coarse heterozygous bread, mainly because they could not chew it. The soft white flour cake comes in handy at this time. Especially the elderly who had almost lost their teeth, their shriveled lips squirming and tears streaming from their cloudy eyes, clenched the hands of the political commissar who brought the soft cakes.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten wheat cakes like this."

"Thank you...... You're such a nice guy. ”

Wearing warm cotton clothes, there is no shortage of food, and it can even be said that it is exquisite, such a life used to be luxurious even to think about, but now it has become a reality.

The old men persuaded them, and the children were smiling, and the inner resistance of the male and female prisoners of war gradually disappeared, and they sat quietly around the fire, listening to the stories told by the political commissars.

The Pig King is a badass.

He expropriated and extorted, bullied men and women, and plundered the wealth of the entire pig tribe for his own enjoyment.

Of course, it is not enough to expose the filthy and evil face of the supreme ruler, but it is also necessary to dig deep into the meanness of the soul, so that these poor pig prisoners of war can understand why they have worked hard to cultivate the fields, worked hard to fight and accept employment, but in the end they have not even eaten a full meal, and their lives are miserable.

"You're paying too much food tax."

"You didn't get what you deserved from it."

"The pig king has robbed you of everything, leaving you with no benefit. It's not fair! ”

At the end of the day, Rock City is actually exploiting. The difference is that Tianhao knows the trick of distributing benefits as a whole and knows how to drive economic development. He is willing to give up some of the benefits and bring more people in.

All beautiful stories are fairy tales, although there are adult versions and children's versions, but the concept and meaning are the same.

The cold wind blew over the people's heads, as if the evil spirits were flying in the burning flames, dragging countless sparks to scatter and quickly burn out in the night sky.

A man with thick black hair sat in front of the fire, staring down at the reddish peat and muttering, "That year's harvest was not good, only 70% of the wheat of the previous year was harvested." The patriarch sent an army from Burning Tooth City, saying that it was necessary to levy food according to the same rules. No matter how much we pleaded, it was useless, they took almost all the food from the stockade. In the cold winter, it was even colder than now, and the urine that was spilled out suddenly turned into ice on the snow. There was really no way, the leader took us out of the village, and took the initiative to find the nearby eagle people and ask them to hire them, no money, as long as three meals a day. ”

At this point, an old woman sitting across the fire looked up at him and said hatefully, "Enough? The Eagle Clan are misers, and there's no way they'll keep you fed. ”

“…… You're right. A miserable smile and sadness appeared on the rough face of the pig man: "They don't give much food, and they can only eat half starved and half full." Even so, save some to take home. The Eagle Clan didn't treat us as human beings at all, and used us to death, and sent us to take the lead. ”

The old woman let out a hoarse sigh: "It's really fateful that you can live until now." ”

"I was lucky that a lot of people who were hired with me died that time." The man's voice became lower and lower, and his eyes were slightly red: "Later, after the war, I went home with the food I saved...... My mother died, my son died, and my wife was sold to another village. The chiefs and priests said that it was not their fault, that there was a shortage of food in the stockade, that it was a waste for the old people and dolls to live, and that it was a burden for the women who could not support them to stay in the stockade, and that they could sell them for something to eat. ”

The deep sound echoed in the ears of all the listeners, the walls of snow blocked out the external sound waves, and the small area of speech resonated with the tragic story.

Each of them had had a similar experience, if not to fit in with the story, at least it was the same as one of them.

There were tens of thousands of people in the Spirittooth Division, and this col gathered as many as 40,000 captives from various villages. The breakup of the gang had left them with no contact with each other, and no one knew that the man who told the tragic story was actually from Rock City, nor that the old woman who had answered him was the same. There is such a tacit understanding between them, this kind of behavior is called "tuo" in the era of civilization, as long as it is practiced, the theatrical performance is not much different from life, and the real scene is more intimate and real than the stage.

The pig man had been crying, sobbing quietly.

"Woo...... When I found my mother and son, they were left with a pile of bones. ”

"My wife is also dead. She was sold to the city of Burning Fang, and it is said that she was bought by one of the lords of the city, and the mistress of the house, seeing her beauty, beat her to death while the commander was not at home, and threw her body to the poor people in the city. ”

He cried breathlessly, picked up his thick fist, and slammed the snow-covered ground one after the other, and cold debris scattered in all directions.

A real pig prisoner of war stood up, walked up to him, held his trembling back, sighed and persuaded: "Don't cry, we are all miserable people." ”

A woman walked out of the group of prisoners of war, came closer, took out a black and gray handkerchief from her pocket, and silently wiped away his tears.

"My son is dead too." The old woman who participated in the performance made a trembling voice, and she burst into tears: "He died in battle, and he helped the Tiger people fight the Deer people that year." When I left the stockade, the chief and the priest agreed that each hired man would have at least 500 kilograms of grain, but they returned my son's head without seeing a single grain. They said...... All eaten by my son. ”

This kind of thing is very common among the pig people. The dead have no say, and it is impossible for them to crawl out of their graves to compete with the living for benefits. Only the living can speak, but this part still holds the power, and they are what they say.

The persuasive pig prisoner clenched his fists hard, and slowly released them, and he whispered in a deep voice: "This time we were defeated by the Niu people, maybe it will be a good thing. ”

"Why?" The pig woman who took out the handkerchief next to him looked at him puzzled.

"I've heard of that place in Rock City, and it is said that the lord there is a good man and a good man." A glimmer of light flashed in the depths of the male prisoner's dark eyes, and the sharp fangs continued to move with the words under the traction of the facial muscles: "I have fought and seen many captives. Whether it is a lion or a tiger, they rarely give food to their captives, and it is even more impossible to be full. It's good that we have such treatment now, not to mention that the elderly and children can still have clothes. ”

The political commissar left the group after telling the story. First, there is other work, and secondly, the stage is reserved for other actors, and at the same time gives the audience a wide space for thinking and discussion.

The strong man who was half-kneeling on the ground stopped sobbing, he sniffed hard, raised the back of his hand to wipe the tears from his face, and let out an unusually firm low roar: "I have figured it out, even if I find a chance to escape back to Burning Tooth City, the future will not be easy." The big guys who are high up in the sky will never give me what I want. They will only suck blood from me. Anyway, it's all hard work, why can't I find myself the highest bidder? The Ox people are also barbarians, and apart from these two teeth, they are no different from me. I'm going to go to Rock City, and maybe I'll find a future there. ”

The old woman nodded slowly, her gaze unusually determined: "They gave me a new dress and gave me a soft cake...... I've never enjoyed these in years. Even the chiefs and priests of the stockade ignored me, and I thought I wouldn't survive this winter, but now it seems that the gods have given me an opportunity. Cattle people...... The guards weren't bad, they didn't beat me or scold me, and the woman who gave me the bread was very kind. They are like this, and the city lord of Rock City is probably also a good person. ”

The dull atmosphere around the fire gradually became lively, and the pig captives began to talk in low voices. Loss and sorrow disappear from their faces and are replaced by more hope and hope for the future.