Awu's face was full of confidence, and Bazhi's face was also a little happy. Tongshan and Tieshan had the same sullen faces for a hundred years, and there was no hope of seeing happiness or anger on their faces.
Lin Kun's interest was not high. If he had hoped that the people who could not bear the oppression in this mountain would stand up before, now he really didn't want these people to continue to be involved. The war would bleed. Although they had no hesitation, but when
Seeing those living lives falling in front of his eyes, he felt guilty inside.
Lin Kun followed Awu to the ancestral hall in Qinghe Village. The yard of the ancestral hall was wide and in a mess. However, the ancestors' ranks had been rearranged. The leaders of each village were sitting in the yard.
On both sides of the room, everyone looked at Lin Kun with eyes full of deep respect.
Awu asked Lin Kun to sit at the top, but Lin Kun just stood and did not sit down.
"Everyone, Brother Awu has told me that we all want to unite to resist Nguyen Thong Agu. You all think highly of me, Lin Kun, and hope that I will be your leader and lead you to win this battle. But I am really sorry, I, Lin Kun,
Nothing can be done."
Lin Kun spoke calmly and looked at everyone with calm eyes. However, as soon as he said this, he could clearly feel the hope on everyone's faces. At this moment, they all became surprised and disappointed.
Everyone looked at each other and began to talk in low voices. The expression on Awu's face was startled, and he leaned into Lin Kun's ear and whispered: "Benefactor, you..."
Lin Kun didn't answer A Wu, and raised his feet to leave. A Wu quickly reached out to hold him and whispered: "Benefactor, this is a rare opportunity. It may not mean much to you, but this is the original gift in our Grawu Mountains."
People, unite for the first time, we really need you."
Lin Kun stopped at his feet, turned around and looked at Ah Wu and said: "Brother Ah Wu, war means bloodshed. Those who come to fight should be young men from each of your villages. After this war, I don't know how many people will die. Ruan Tong Agu
I don’t care if I have this mountain of Grawu under my hands.
A group of minions inside, and even echoes from the army outside. If this war really starts, nine out of ten of these people will probably die. Even if the war is really won, what will happen in the end? Let those
How can the remaining old people, children, and women survive?"
Lin Kun's words were not evasive at all, and everyone who was whispering at the scene stopped. Among the comments just now, some expressed confusion about Lin Kun's refusal, while others said that Lin Kun was deliberately pretending to push him to do this.
The leader, the people in the mountains have given him face, but he still looks down on our brothers in the mountains.
Of course, those who said this were those who wanted to be the leader but had no chance to do so. They took advantage of this opportunity to make a fuss and wanted to fight for another chance for themselves.
After Lin Kun finished speaking, the whole place fell silent. These words were neither light nor serious, but they spoke to the key points in everyone's heart. Yes, there is no one here who doesn't have his own parents, wife and children. If they are here
If you die in this war, what will happen to your old parents, what will happen to your wife and children? Compared with dying yourself, as long as the family can be together, even if the life is harder and more tiring, and you have to suffer the heinous things in this mountain.
I can endure the oppression of villains. (10)
Lin Kun walked out of the gate of the ancestral hall, and Ah Wu did not catch up with him. Everyone present was still speechless for a long time.
Lin Kun paused at the door of the ancestral hall. He turned around and closed the door. With a creaking sound, the old wooden door closed.
In the courtyard of the ancestral hall, a group of people were silent for a long time. Finally, someone spoke first. He was an old man over seventy years old. He was the head of the original indigenous village in this mountain. The size of the village has been getting bigger and bigger in the past two years.
It can only be called a small tribe now. He only brought ten young men who were capable of fighting.
"Everyone, please listen to what the old man has to say first." (Zero One)
The old man was holding a stick in his hand. When he stood up, his body was shaking a little. He was old, his legs and feet were inflexible, and his physical strength could not keep up. He rushed to Qinghe Village without stopping for a moment, for fear of missing it.
formed an alliance.
Everyone looked at the old man, and the old man coughed and said: "I think everyone should know the situation in our village. There used to be more than 200 households, but now there are only 23 households left. We have endured these years.
Hungry and bullied, the women in our village just got married and gave birth to children, and the children were all different.
It must be our seed, why? Everyone should know that those heinous bastards in this mountain always like to ruin girls on their wedding night, or the night before. They say they want to change our genes, change my seed, let us
The indigenous people will completely cut off our inheritance in the next ten or twenty years..."
The more the old man spoke, the more excited the expression on his face became. He also began to cough violently and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which was actually covered with bloodshot threads. The old man's face turned pale, and his body was like a piece of white paper in the sun.
He could fall down at any time.
The entourage behind him quickly came over to support him, and the old man waved his hand and continued: "Our Mount Grawu used to be paradise. We have lived here for generations, we hunted and farmed, and even during World War II, we were not affected.
There have been too many influences, but now those beasts have broken in, and they have turned our paradise into hell, causing us to gradually lose our home.
So everyone, the young friend just now is right. For the sake of our family, we really shouldn’t take this risk, but have you ever thought that if we continue to develop as we are now, our family can be preserved?
Can our women guarantee that they will not be defiled, can our parents have a good death, and can our descendants accept the fate of slaves?"
Everyone was silent, and the silence was as thick as dark clouds in the sky, which no matter how bright the sun could shine through.
Boom, boom, boom!
The old man's crutch poked twice hard on the old mottled floor tiles, and his voice suddenly rose, "No matter what, even if all of you shrink back, these ten children I brought will fight to the end.
Even if you sacrifice your life, even if your parents lose their children, women lose their husbands, and children lose their father, you must fight for tomorrow!"
After the old man shouted, his body swayed slightly, and he quickly used the crutches to stand upright, but his face became paler and his old eyes grew wider and wider.
"war……"
"war!"
"war!!!"
"Fight for tomorrow!"
"Fight for future generations!"
"Fight for our Grau!"
…
Everyone stood up and shouted loudly together. The old man standing aside at the moment finally let go of his suffocated breath. His eyes narrowed and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he collapsed.