0384 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 90)
The fourth daughter-in-law was overjoyed when she heard this, but she immediately thought of her man's great analysis during the horse racing team. Then she shook her head and said, "You robbed the whole street of people's life-saving food and left our family alone. This is harming me."
"Excessive!" The private soldier who captured Ah Si was furious, subconsciously tightening his hands and pinching Ah Si until his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he rolled his eyes.
But the captain waved his hand to stop his men from running rampant, and said in a friendly manner: "If you tell me, I won't touch your entire street's food. Everyone is here. If you don't tell this matter yourself, no outsiders will know."
The eyes of the originally dull people shone brightly.
The captain saw this and felt nervous again. This didn't seem to be a sign of being organized. Without anyone to take care of things, the people in Xiacheng District would go their separate ways and divide themselves into four major gangs to beat each other to death.
born.
If someone really subdues the four presidents and organizes tens of millions of people in Xiacheng District to oppose the House of Commons, then he must have to do ideological work and give them the same hatred.
Now these people know that their food is secure, but they don’t care about things outside the streets...
The information was indeed wrong.
After receiving this guarantee, the fourth daughter-in-law was elated and opened her mouth to answer: "In the sleeping temple of crime! When the master in the upper city asked us to return the rice bran we got, we passed off all the products produced in the season as
The rice bran is packed in and sent to the temple portal!"
The captain was shocked in his heart, but his face remained calm and he still asked pleasantly: "Oh? Who took the lead in doing this?"
The fourth daughter-in-law hesitated for a moment, then told the truth: "We, the caravan, don't know much about it. In fact, I found it on the road of the caravan."
The captain's eyes fell on Ah Si's face, who was being carried in the air, and the private soldiers behind him immediately threw him to the ground.
Ah Si didn't answer the captain's words. After taking a breath, he cried and howled: "Stupid woman, you have killed all the people in the street!"
As soon as the sentence was finished, an invisible wind blade cut off the Ah Si couple from the crotch to the midline of their heads.
The captain withdrew his hand with a cold face, turned around and left. He hurriedly went to report to Count Constable.
As for who is taking the lead, we need to ask about this nonsense? What can happen in Xiacheng District that can bypass the four presidents?
Behind them, there were shouts and cries of killing. The third army's aimless shooting along the way made the captain feel empty. Finally catching the typical example of Ah Si and his wife could be regarded as completing the deterrence mission of demonstrating force.
After going to war, Count Constable will eventually discover that after all the eyeliners have been cut out, the situation in Xiacheng District is very different from what he predicted. In fact, Zhen Cheng had no intention of hiding the matter of transporting the entire season's products.
Trying to control the mouths of 10 million people is nonsense. No matter how clever you are with coercion and inducement, it is impossible for everyone to do what you do.
When the earl became suspicious and worried that Zhen Cheng was cheating after sending the rice bran, he had completely fallen into the Yuyan situation. The caravan gathered to transport the "rice bran" back. Once this was done, the overall situation was decided.
Regardless of whether the House of Commons later discovered that the rice bran and products had been lost, there was nothing that could be done about it.
As for the trouble that this group of lower-class nobles would bring to the "Sleeping Crime" temple, Zhen Cheng didn't care at all. A few Counts of [Climbing Path] might not even be able to defeat the group of mutated priestesses in the temple.
As for things getting bigger... so what? That's Sister Shabu's territory! That perverted goddess who can uproot all the famous evil beings in the world with her three or five tentacles.
Even if the Divine Ancestor and the Holy Emperor come in person, do you still dare to climb into the abyss to have sex with Sister Shabu in person for such a nonsense?
In the competition with Mei-senpai, the other seniors were prohibited from interfering with each other, but being plotted and forced to take action was another matter.
Zhen Cheng is the [Killing Poet], and the true inheritance [Cultivation Method] inherited from Qu Yun is the way of conspiracy and trickery. She will not be as obsessed with binding herself to maintain the fairness of the competition as Mei Bixi.
A gambling battle, whether you win or lose, is a trivial matter between two people. Credits are the real thing.
The parliamentary troops here are so overbearing and unreasonable in their treatment of people's lives and deaths, but they are cautious when it comes to raiding factories and farm buildings.
There is no other reason than that the people in the lower city actually own nothing. All the factories and fields are the private property of the members of the House of Commons and many lower-class noble manors.
Constable has already caused huge troubles, and there is no need for him to add fuel to his own troubles and give excuses to the nobles who are eyeing his position.
Therefore, it took a whole day for the commander-in-chief of the army, Kongs Laimu, who had lost his intelligence, to collect clues piecemeal and have a rough understanding of the current overall situation in the lower city.
"First military order, report!"
"Yes! Based on the integration of intelligence from all parties, all the target materials have been transported away from the Royal Court of Vanbaiah through the sleeping Temple of Crime. This was a premeditated conspiracy. The rebels teamed up with most of the untouchables in the lower city to pack the goods in advance.
After waiting for the House of Commons to return the rice bran and issue the order, we will steal the news and change the pillars to complete the plan."
"Second military order, report!"
"Yes! The castles of the four major gang presidents are all under our complete control, and no conflicts broke out during the period. Key personnel, all documents, and finances are missing, and we are searching them all!"
"The third military order, report!"
"Yes! The entire operation did not encounter any organized resistance as planned. A small number of people refused to hand over the rice bran, and a total of 128 people were killed!"
In the temporary camp, Count Consreimu squeezed his head with his hands and listened to the loud report outside the camp. His nails, which were sharper than the blade of a knife, dug deeply into his scalp, and streaks of blood slid down his fingers.
"Poet..." He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name from between his teeth, and then roared to the outside through the battalion commander: "Search! Keep searching! Turn Xiacheng District upside down!"
"My lord..." In this big war, apart from Count Consreimu, who is the head coach, the adjutants beside him are people from Deputy Speaker Fritchinye:
"Allow me to interrupt. They were able to transport all the goods and clean up the documents and finances. I'm afraid we might not be able to gain anything if we really dig through the lower city area."
Snapped!
The long solid wood table was slapped down by Kongs Laimu: "It's all nonsense, I know it too! Never mind! You can't find blood wheat, at least collect all the rice bran for me! The nobles can't eat it, and neither can these untouchables.
I want to fill my stomach!”
"What are you doing," the adjutant said with a smile on his face, "The poet brings rice bran, which is to win over people's hearts. If you take this thing out of the hands of the untouchables, it is called giving people a handle.
These untouchables are our property, and the poet is helping us reduce the losses of famine by doing this. By forcefully collecting rice bran, even if it is collected, the nobles in the upper city will not eat it. Instead of doing such a meaningless thing, we