Everyone deserves credit for success, and the leader who fails is punished.
It seems unfair, but it is actually fair.
"Bamboo shadow is this time!"
On the way back to the camp, Lan Chenxi still asked a bamboo shadow. After all, you always have to know what to do to facilitate things. Bamboo shadow didn’t do anything to directly answer Lan Chenxi’s question.
This time, the bamboo shadow is mainly to clear up the remnants of Mohism in a big family. Ye Jieyu once attacked Mohism, but the truth of the three caves is that everyone is white. Some of Mohism’s old, weak and sick have fled to this place called Jicheng. It is almost impossible to clear them in this castle, which is almost a mobile barrier. Ye Lingfeng did not reach the death order. If Ye Lingfeng is a gesture, a gesture that is not afraid of big families, he can occupy a favorable position at the negotiating table, but it is obvious that Zhu Ying does not think so.
The camp is facing the Mohist machine city Lan Chenxi. It is estimated that a hard bow can almost shoot arrows into the other territory.
There are not many people in Mohist Machine Town, about 500 of whom are experts, but the bamboo shadow camp is blocked by one hand, and the only intersection in and out of Mohist Machine Town is not enough. Mohist Machine Town has been operating for hundreds of years, and the strange structure is almost a city’s self-sufficiency. At the same time, bamboo shadow doesn’t recognize that there is no other exit in Mohist Machine Town, but bamboo shadow will never give up the machine town. She is careless, and there are less than 50 people on the opposite side to contain more than 500 Mohists.
Far away, Lan Chenxi heard women moaning in the camp. Although Lan Chenxi didn’t experience it, these things were all for nothing in the past few years. There are special female prisoners in the Yin Frost Pavilion to vent to the men in the Yin Frost Pavilion after each battle. But Lan Chenxi is very strange. Bamboo shadow players are all women. It seems that they can’t do this! Although confused, Lan Chenxi didn’t ask what happened when she stepped into the camp in an instant.
In front of the bamboo shadow camp, facing the Mohist Machine Town, a high table was set up, and the loser was a naked woman. At the same time, two or three men behind them kept twitching their busts. Almost all of them were naked and sweaty, while several women behind them were wearing green clothes and holding different instruments of torture, constantly punishing the slow-moving people. Whenever a man was tired, someone would grab a prisoner from the surface and take over his work, while the woman would not be awakened by cold water even if she fainted, and even if she passed out, she would be hung on the high table and a huge stake would be placed.
Lan Chenxi can tell that they are prisoners because each of them carries a unique chain of Yin Shuang Ge, which is the slave identity of Yin Shuang Ge.
But what did Zhu Ying do to vent her anger? It seems not, but so what?
Bamboo Shadow seems to see Lan Chenxi’s doubts for the first time, explaining, "They are all prisoners of Mohism. This machine city is unbreakable. There is almost no way to break in from the outside. It is necessary to have a prefecture-level expert to guard the tower and transport all kinds of machines, which can almost resist tens of thousands of troops. If they don’t come out, we can’t get in. What I want is something that can get in."
Lan Chenxi bowed his head and thought about it and understood the meaning of bamboo shadow.
These men and women are from Mohist Machiavellian. They came from the same clan, and maybe some of them are relatives. But now they are forced by bamboo shadow, and almost animals look at their former relatives and friends trampled by their relatives and friends. This is not a serious blow to Mohist Machiavellian, but they don’t commit suicide.
Zhu Ying went on to explain, "In order to prevent them from committing suicide, I ordered that if they resist alone, I would not punish the resistance, but would punish others. If a person commits suicide, I would double the torture of the living. It is impossible for them to commit suicide physically, and even if they die, I would let them die with all their guilt."
Listen to the bamboo shadow. Lan Chenxi feels cold for no reason. This means is really more vicious than killing them.
Hesitated for a long time, but still advised, "Will this hurt the sky?"
Zhu Ying looked back at Lan Chenxi. "If we don’t stand in such a stalemate, the master won’t win the key victory in the negotiation with the big family. It won’t be much better if we die then."
Lan Chenxi said!
Chapter seventy-four, the chamber of secrets
The so-called big family refers to a peerless master of the theory of self-reliance in the period of turmoil in the Seven Kingdoms about 300 years ago, namely, the Confucian Mohist school, the Legalist school, the Yin and Yang school, and the three big families of Zhao, Li and Chen in the south of the Yangtze River. Although this big family is not as famous as the Jiange Ghost Castle in the Three Holy Places in Zhongzhou, its inside information and strength are not worse than those in the Three Holy Places.
However, since the rise of Yin Frost Pavilion three years ago, Ye Lingfeng declared war on the big families by thunderous means. Mohist and military strategists as well as the Zhao clan in the south of the Yangtze River were almost uprooted. At first, the other five big families did not put a newly established big family with four people in Yin Frost Pavilion in their eyes. For hundreds of years, they have been trying to spread their theories all over Zhongzhou. Naturally, they are happy to see that other families are in trouble. However, when Mohist was attacked by Yin Frost Pavilion, the elderly, the weak, women and children had to take refuge in the forbidden city, the leaders of the big However, the best time to attack Yin Frost Pavilion has passed. At this moment, Yin Frost Pavilion is no longer a family whose strength can shake all the big families to come up with a negotiation truce. This method hopes that even if Ye Lingfeng is a god, it is impossible for them to continue such an endless war, which requires knowledge, a reasonable condition or enough benefits.
In the meeting room of Yin Shuang Pavilion, Ling Ye Feng is holding a piece of gilded red invitation, and Fang Fang is sitting in the hand with Ye Jieyu dancing and wind evil, and now Yin Shuang Pavilion’s strength.
"The big family invited us to negotiate with the Confucian Ziyun Xiaozhu. What do you think!"
Ye Lingfeng put the invitation in front of three people and asked, although it is for you, it is clear to everyone that this is asking Ye Jieyu’s meaning. The dance sound is inexperienced, the wind evil is not interested in seeking, and it can help Ye Lingfeng to refer to Ye Jieyu as a person.
Ye Jieyu didn’t go to get the invitation. The invitation was handed over to her first. Naturally, I have read it several times. It’s nothing more than talking about the pros and cons of the form. I don’t want to continue to call. I don’t want to say that I’m afraid of singing frost pavilion. It’s unrealistic to analyze anything from the inside!
"I can’t do it if I don’t go!"
Ye Jieyu gave his own opinion.
"There are too many people to go!"
It is rare for wind evil to suddenly interrupt and give an opinion.
Ye Jieyu nodded and agreed with Feng Xie’s view that "now a big family can’t understand our details before they want to negotiate a truce, and they can’t be a little timid or the layout will be white in three years."
"Amount!" Ye Lingfeng rubbed his face with his hands to sober himself up. Suddenly Ye Lingfeng sounded another thing and asked, "Still understaffed! What’s the situation now about the language purgatory! "
Ye Jieyu, who started purgatory, felt a chill in his heart. He didn’t understand why Ye Lingfeng wanted to make such a place that could turn the living into a terrible place, but it was Ye Lingfeng’s order that she would try her best to finish it.
"It’s not bad for the time being. There are too few people who can pass the test. The master values the challenges in those children. Now it’s not clear how many people will come out. At present, it seems that there is no way to become a fighting force quickly!"
Ye Lingfeng gently in front of the table hand painted circles for a long time before mouth said, "this time I evil and XieYu go to negotiations! Stay with the dance! "
"no!"
"what!"
The wind evil immediately opposed the dance, but he couldn’t understand and turned his watery eyes.
Ye Lingfeng watched the wind evil slowly spit out six words "because she is the most suitable!"
The wind evil seemed to be drained instantly, and smiled and shook his head. This is Ye Lingfeng’s favorite wind evil point. No matter what happens, the wind evil face never seems to lose its smile.
In the end, it was decided that no one would explain to Wuyin what she needed to stay because even if she did, she didn’t understand or she didn’t care at all. Maybe she was the most caring one among all the people in Yinshuang Pavilion. He stayed here because of the wind evil, and she helped Ye Lingfeng because they were friends, so she was simple and free and easy.
"Sometimes I envy her!"
Looking at the wind evil and dance side by side out of the meeting room Ye Lingfeng said as if to himself.
There was a flash of brilliance in the charming eyes. "If I hadn’t thought about how much revenge I had for him!"
Ye Lingfeng naturally knows who he is, so there is no right or wrong. He laughed and said, "If only I had been beaten off the cliff by my sister and died like that without touching that mysterious master!"