The thick clouds blocked the stars, and countless bonfires shone under the dark sky. The pig captors built simple walls with branches and snow to block the cold wind. Dozens of people gathered together to keep warm around the fire. They had just experienced the destruction of blood and fire, and their fearful hearts faded away little by little with the cotton coats and food, but there were still doubts and hostility deep in their hearts. They didn't know what the future would be and where they should go.

"Let me tell you a story! Once upon a time, there was an evil king who ruled the entire clan with cruel means, bullying men and women..."

Most of the political commissars in Panshi City are women. When male prisoners face them, they will eliminate most of their guards and are more easily accepted in their thinking. Although there are guards around them, the gentle and soft voice of women can penetrate people's hearts, relieve tension, relieve hostility, and allow the listener to quietly complete the preliminary brainwashing in the confusion of defeated reality and future, at least in terms of concept, accept the basic logic of "all tribes are barbarian brothers".

As long as we have common ground, it is no problem to win over.

The political commissar had dried apples and dough cakes in his pockets. When they met a child, they would give him a few pieces of sweetness. The children could not resist the magic of sweetness. They surrounded the kind woman. Although they wanted to eat, they had to resist their greed and follow the other party's request to recite loudly with the political commissar who distributed sweet and delicious food.

"Love the Cow tribe, love the people, love our great city lord..."

The keywords have been changed, but the core meaning is not different.

The old man's teeth were very bad. Some of them could not swallow the rough mixed-fed bread, mainly because they could not chew it. The soft white bread came in handy at this time. Especially those elderly people with almost lost their teeth, they wriggled their shriveled lips, tears flowing in their muddy eyes, and they held the hands of the political commissar who brought the soft cakes.

"I haven't eaten such a delicious wheat cake in a long time."

"Thank you...you're such a good person."

Wearing a warm cotton coat and having no shortage of food, it can even be said to be exquisite. This kind of life was once more luxurious, but now it has become a reality.

An old man advised the children and smiled as they watched the children. The inner resistance of the middle-aged men and women prisoners of war gradually disappeared. They sat quietly next to the fire and listened to the political commissar telling stories.

King Pig is a bad guy.

He levies heavy taxes, bullies men and women, and plunders the wealth of the entire pig race for him to enjoy himself.

It is certainly not enough to just expose the dirty and evil face of the highest ruler. It also requires digging deep into the despicable souls, so that these poor pig prisoners of war can understand why they worked hard to farm and work hard to fight and receive employment, but in the end they can't even have a full meal and live a miserable life.

"You have paid too much food tax."

"You didn't get what you deserved."

"The King of Pigs snatched everything and left no benefit to you. This is unfair!"

At its root, Panshi City is actually exploiting. The difference is that Tianhao understands the tricks of overall distribution of interests 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 they are divided into adult versions and children's versions, their concepts and meanings are the same.

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

A man with thick black hair on his body sat in front of the fire, staring at the red peat, muttering to himself: "The harvest was not good that year, and only 70% of the wheat was collected in previous years. The patriarch sent troops from Lieya City, saying that the grain must be collected according to the same clause. No matter how we begged, it was useless. They took away almost all the food in the village. In the cold winter, it was colder than now, and the urine sprinkled in the snow suddenly turned into ice. There was no way, so the leader took us out of the village and took the initiative to find the nearby Eagle tribe members to hire them. They didn't have money, just take three meals a day to fill them up."

Speaking of this, an old woman sitting opposite the fire looked up at him and said hatefully: "Don't worry about fullness? The Eagle people are all stingy people, and they can't let you eat enough."

"...You are right." A smirk and sadness appeared on the rough face of the man of Pig: "They don't give much food, they can only eat half hungry and half full. Even so, they have to save some to take it back. The Eagle tribe doesn't treat us as human beings at all, and they use it to death, and send us to the forefront."

The old woman sighed hoarsely: "You are so lucky to live until now."

"A lot of people who were hired with me died that time, and I was lucky." The man's voice became lower and lower, and his eyes were slightly red: "Later, after the war, I brought the saved food home... My mother died, my son died, and my wife was sold to another village. The leader and the priest said that this was not their fault. The village was short of food, and it was a waste to live in the village. The woman who could not be raised was a burden to stay in the village. She could even exchange for some food for her to eat."

The low voice echoed in the ears of all the pig listeners, the snow wall blocked the external sound waves, and speaking in a small range resonated with the tragic story.

Each of them had similar experiences, and even if they failed to match the story, they would be at least the same as one of them.

There are tens of thousands of people in the Lieya Department, and this valley gathers up to 40,000 prisoners of pigs from various villages. The scattering and mixing made them lose the basis for contact with each other. No one knew that the pigs man who told the tragic story actually came from Panshi City, and no one knew that the old pigs who responded to him were the same. They had such a tacit understanding. This behavior was called "sent" in the civilized era. As long as it was practiced, there was no difference between drama performance and life. The real scene was more intimate and real than the stage.

The pig man kept crying and sobbing in a low voice.

"Woooo... When they found my mother and son, they were all left with a bunch of bones."

"My wife is also dead. She was sold to Lieya City. I heard that she was bought by a commander under the city lord. The mistress of the family saw that she was beautiful and beat her to death while the commander was not at home and threw her body to the poor in the city."

He cried so hard that he couldn't help but slammed the snow-covered ground, and the cold debris flew everywhere.

A real pig prisoner stood up, walked up to him, held his trembling back, sighed and advised, "Stop crying, we are all miserable people."

A woman walked out of the group of prisoners of war, came close to her, took out a black and gray veil from her pocket, and wiped her tears silently.

"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. He helped the tiger tribe beat the deer tribe that year. When he left the village, the leader and the priest agreed that each man who was hired could have at least 500 kilograms of food. As a result, they sent my son's head back and did not see a single piece of food. They said... they were eaten by my son."
Chapter completed!