Sometimes the solution is as simple as that. The seemingly insoluble dilemma can achieve the best possible outcome for all through violence.

Tong Biao looked at Guoji with a shocked gaze.

Changmin, who was full of tyranny, was stunned, opened his mouth, raised his hand and pointed at Guoji, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Tianmad subconsciously reached out and touched the battle axe placed at his feet, and then let go of his fingers.

Tianshuang, who was sitting in the corner, twitched all over, ran to Tianhao like a frightened cat, sat down next to him, grabbed the hem of his leather robe with both hands, and his face turned pale with fear.

Although Fu Song is unpopular in doing things, he is the leader of the village after all.

Tianfeng, who was half-lying, quickly calmed down from his shock. He looked at Guoji fixedly, and was silent for five seconds before he said slowly: "If killing Fu Song can solve all the problems, then ...... I'm in favor. ”

Tian Hao clearly heard the heavy breath coming from everyone's nostrils, and saw a pair of eyes that were constantly congested with excitement. At such times, showing humility or superficial hypothetical denial will only lead to the opposite. He pretended to think, his brows furrowed deeply, nodded slowly and heavily, and expressed his attitude in a sigh: "If Fu Song dies, then I will go to the clan city to explain everything to the patriarch, and ask the patriarch to give us a reasonable amount of food to pay." ”

The corners of Guoji's eyes twitched slightly, and the strong hope for the future instantly replaced the killing intent that had just emerged, but even he himself was not sure: "Really? Will the patriarch really agree? He's really not going to pursue the fact that we killed Fu Song? ”

"We're not rebelling, we just can't survive." After all, Tong Biao has more insight: "Besides, the law does not blame the public." ”

"I'll call someone." Kokuji stood up and walked towards the door. He couldn't wait a second now.

Tong Biao and Chang Min glanced at each other, and the two of them stood up together and walked out of the wooden house following Guoji's footsteps.

With Tianhao as the core, a large-scale group has been formed. Eleven loyalists are a force to be reckoned with in Rock Village. The three people who have been called in for counselling tonight are among them. Tianhao was very satisfied with the development of the situation, he casually picked up a dagger placed next to him, and carefully rubbed the metal blade with a grinding stone.

Tianfeng lay on the animal skin and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Third child, I never thought you would be so smart. If I'm not mistaken, you and the second child were already thinking about doing this on the way back from the clan city, right? ”

Tianhao sharpened his knife again and again, and his movements were focused and agile: "If it weren't for Fu Song's own unpopularity, I wouldn't have a chance." No one wanted to starve to death, and it would have been a mistake for him to exchange someone else's rations for his own surname. ”

Tianfeng fell silent.

Tong Biao and the others were very fast, and they called more than a dozen people to fill the cabin of the four brothers and sisters. The discussion of muffling the voice did not last long, and in the face of absolute interests, everyone could easily form a common confrontation group.

When Tianhao led them out of the cabin, all of them were armed with weapons.

This kind of thing cannot be hesitated. There are already many people who know, and anyone can leak secrets. In the past, Tianhao could hide in the shadows, but when he needed to show up, he had to do it neatly. Eleven loyalists, eleven men with families in the stockade, this is my own strength.

knocked on the door, as usual, Ah Mei came to open the door.

Seeing so many people walking in, Fu Song was a little surprised. He stood up, who was sitting cross-legged by the fire and eating barbecue, raised the greasy fleshy bones in his hand and pointed to the opposite side, chewing the food in his mouth that had not yet been swallowed, and asked vaguely, "What's wrong with you?" Can I help you? ”

Changmin is like a long-hungry leopard, pounced on it with the most ferocious movements. His head slammed into Fu Song's abdomen, and the roast meat on the fire pit was kicked over, bringing up a burst of loose sparks blown up by the wind. Fu Song immediately felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he looked down to see the knife in Chang Min's hand, blood oozing from the hole in his leather robe.

"You...... I'll kill ......"

The frightened and angry roar was completely blocked in a few syllables. Fu Song tilted his head, feeling the chewy flesh in his mouth mixed with saliva, turning into a slimy thing and clogging his throat. I couldn't breathe and couldn't breathe. His eyes widened, and he looked at Tianhao who was close at hand. The flesh and bones in his hand fell off, and his trembling fingers reached for his throat, feeling a piece of warmth and a piece of slipperyness.

The host is a lazy otaku, and the skilled tactical movements that originally belonged to the parasite will not become unfamiliar with it. The action of "cutting throat" Tianhao has practiced countless times, and he was originally a warrior.

Changmin's face was distorted by the intense pleasure of revenge. He stabbed the dagger forward desperately, almost sending the grip into Fu Song's stomach. Torturing the dying is not a good habit, and can even be considered a disgrace to the Northland barbarians. Tianhao raised his hand and grabbed Chang Min's shoulder, shook him off, and then put Fu Songping, who was still convulsing, on the floor, and the sharp tip of the knife was deeply inserted, skillfully cutting off his head.

"According to the plan, you will arrest Fu Song's cronies. I went to the high priest. ”

Leaving this sentence, Tianhao, who was carrying the head of the person who was dripping blood, strode out with a calm face.

……

Looking at Tianhao kneeling in front of him, and then at the human head placed crookedly next to him, the old priest's cloudy eyes revealed a complex light.

"Say it! What do you think? For a long time, the old man made a helpless and threatening voice.

"We handed over 70 percent of all the harvest this year, and everyone in the village almost starved to death. The patriarch did not agree to Fu Song's request this time, and he will only intensify his efforts next year and take out more things to pay tribute. I inquired in the clan city, and the normal amount of payment was only 30%, and the patriarch never asked the villages to increase their share. We grow the grain, we hunt the deer, so why should we turn everything into a bargaining chip for Tafusong to ask for a surname? ”

"You can only kill people when the stockade is cornered. Winter is almost over, but Fu Song sacrifices to the winter god at this time. He is the leader of the Rock Village, and he can share our suffering, but he cannot share our wealth and prosperity. That's the power that belongs to him alone. There are also festivals in the spring, and the same is true in the summer. The women who came from the outside have all been killed, who will do business with us in the future? ”

"I did it this time and I'm willing to take all the consequences. Tomorrow I will go to the clan city and explain everything to the chief. Whatever punishment the patriarch inflicts, I will bear it on my shoulders. ”

The old priest's gaze has a special power that penetrates people's hearts. He carefully discerned every detail on Tianhao's face: "Do you want to be the leader of the Rock Village?" ”

"Yes!" Tianhao replied very simply, without concealing his inner thoughts. Unlike those loyalists who had previously discussed their plans in their cabins, the old priest's shrewdness could not have fooled him with a few lies. In front of him, instead of hiding it, it is better to turn over the hole cards directly.

"I will ask the patriarch to get the lowest share of grain for next year. I'll feed everyone in the stockade, and we now have salt that we can use to exchange things with other stockades, especially the deer tribe in the south. They would spin and weave cloth, and the people in the stockade would have clothes to wear. ”

Eat well and dress warmly.

This is the minimum survival need of human beings, and it is also the good wish that the people of Panshizhai have longed for for a long time and have not realized.

"Do what you want!" The old priest waved his hand, and he turned sideways to avoid his gaze making contact with Tianhao. There was a hint of tiredness in the hoarse voice, and at the same time there was deep thought: "Go! Let me be quiet for a moment. ”

Tianhao left the cabin.

The eldest son, Wu Ji, slowly sat down beside the old priest and asked worriedly, "Father, they killed the chieftain, will they ...... in this way?"

The old priest raised his hand and stopped his son's words.

It's too late to say anything.

Fu Song was dead, and his head was in front of him.

After a few events in succession, the old priest's senses for Fu Song slipped sharply. He is no longer the honest man who just sat in the leadership position many years ago and endured hardships and stood hard work. The circumstances changed a person so dramatically that the old priest did not know when Fu Song began to indulge in "getting a surname and becoming a nobleman".

He was a calm man, but also a useless man. For so many years, the situation in Panshi Village has not changed in the slightest, there is not enough food to eat every year, and the villagers cannot even afford to wear a linen cloth.

Maybe Tianhao, a young man, will change the status quo.

Despite his shortcomings of one kind or another, he stepped forward at the most dangerous time in Panshi Village and saved everyone.

The most beautiful quality in a person is loyalty and honesty. Although it is often seen as a sign of incompetence, no one can deny that it is certainly more reassuring to be a neighbor with an honest person than to be a neighbor with a cunning and intelligent guy.

What's more, Tianhao asked for more, and he wanted to replace Fu Song as the leader of the stockade.

The old priest felt that he could not change anything. A feeling of helplessness and powerlessness spread through the body. This was often the case, especially when Fu Song went crazy and sent most of the food out of the stockade, and the old priest felt a deep sense of powerlessness. A high-ranking sorcerer like him belonged to the aristocracy, and Fu Song would not dare to attack him no matter how bold he was. But he had already figured out the old priest's temperament and character, and he would never ask for his opinion when doing things.

With someone else as the leader, the situation in the village may be better than before.

In fact, the most important thing is that sentence———— Fu Song is dead.