Chapter 625 Grand Rally
Baige City.
The original location of the municipal government building has been replaced by a hill-like building.
The cement blocks, abandoned vehicles and debris transported were piled up with the building as the main axis, and the outer mountain of steel and cement rose from the ground with more than 100 meters. The stairs woven from iron mesh surround the mountain and become the only road leading to the top of the mountain.
There is a deep cave at the top. Only by entering it can you discover this transformed small room. The furnishings are simple, with only a single bed and a pair of tables and chairs, and two floors of newspapers are laid on the floor.
"Lord Nandou, I accepted 127 newcomers yesterday. Most of them heard about the news of the big rally and wanted to ask for food. There were also a few people who wanted to make trouble with their weapons, but they were killed by us, and their bodies were hung by the flag-raising platform."
A man in his black shirt, about his early thirties, stood respectfully at the door of the room. "Didn't I say it?" Song Shi sat cross-legged and closed his eyes: "Don't tell me these things."
"You are our leader, how can we hide it from you?"
Mei Hongyi said in a solemn voice: "With you, we have weapons, water to drink, and food to collect."
"—No one else will mention it." Song Shi said.
"You are the second ring of the [consensus]. No matter how fierce the war is, as long as you don't take the initiative to seek death. A comfortable place to live, high-quality food, beautiful women and the power to dominate others are within your reach."
"No, this is different." Mei Hongyi's speech speed has increased faster: "At most I can only make myself live a prosperous life, but you are different. You can shelter so many people and provide them with a home."
"You should go and see the people you met in the past, and you must be beaten to the point of bleeding, and now you live in harmony."
Mei Hongyi's expression was extremely pious. "It's not that external forces intervene, nor that they have modified their thoughts and consciousness. You have changed all this based on your personal charm alone."
"[Consensus] The goal pursued is a 'consensus' that does not distinguish between each other and integrates everything." The man said in a deep voice: "But you have achieved the consensus of these very different people without urging your spiritual energy."
"You are wrong."
Song Shi finally opened his eyes.
"Since I have activated my spiritual energy, they are not very different people."
Mei Hongyi said respectfully, like a student listening to the teachings: "You said."
"The means of consensus is direct, and Dayuan's means are indirect - you can directly tamper with people's thoughts, and I first purified the environment of Baige City, and then gave people confidence, and then changed my thoughts."
"Are different people?" Song Shi looked at the other party and said calmly: "No, they are all the same people, a group of people who want to live. When you can keep them alive, most of the contradictions and disagreements will disappear."
"I'm listening." Mei Hongyi said.
"Mei Hongyi, I have walked a thousand miles. You are the strongest among the people who follow me on their own initiative." Song Shi suddenly said, "I heard that you have been to sales, served as a wedding ceremonial, worked as a psychologist, and worked in a company for a few days, and have rich experience. I would like to ask you a question, don't think too much, just say what you think is, "You said."
"Death can stimulate people's potential and burst out with incredible power, and so is faith. I think you have heard these two arguments many times. The question I want to ask you is which one contains stronger power, do you think 'death' or 'faith'?"
Mei Hongyi was stunned.
He didn't expect the other party to ask such a question.
Usually, with the [Consensus] psychic energy of specializing in the spiritual route, Mei Hongyi can get a glimpse of the thoughts of most people with high accuracy and without realizing it. However, for some people who are tenacious, strong-willed, or have been trained in closed-minded thinking, they can only adopt more proactive and violent snooping methods.
It's just that when facing a psychic psychic in the fourth ring of Gundam, no matter how violent the methods are, they will only cause trouble. Moreover, he is not willing to use those methods of glimpse people's privacy to this respected and respected person.
Mei Hongyi pondered for a while.
Then he raised his head and gave his own answer.
"——Faith."
"Master Nandou." Mei Hongyi said solemnly: "I think the power brought by faith is much stronger than death."
Song Shi looked at him. "We do often hear this saying that death can make people burst out with unprecedented and extraordinary power, but I think it is not the case." Mei Hongyi straightened his back: "The power of those people is not brought by the threat of death, but rather belief - their belief in survival." "This is the source of their power, and death is just the driving force that stimulates this source." "Yes." Song Shi did not comment.
After being together these days, Mei Hongyi has also become accustomed to the other party's disapproval of the other party, and immediately said, "There are more and more people. We take the lead in organizing a patrol to facilitate order. There are many people with military backgrounds in it, which are very good."
"Do you want to consider coming forward and encourage them?"
Song Shi shook his head: "I will not come forward to encourage, and whether it is the patrol or maintaining order, it is up to you to take charge of everything - I must remind you that I am not your leader, leader or commander."
"You can choose to follow me, that is your business." Song Shi said, "But I will definitely not become your leader, this is my business."
Mei Hongyi rubbed his eyebrows, and similar conversations happened several times before.
To be precise, relying on his observation ability far beyond normal people, he had realized these days that the other party and everyone like him who had achieved a high position in Baige City clearly conveyed this attitude.
But if you don’t want to be a leader, why did you have to go on a thousand miles of road and build a home in troubled times here?
At this moment, Mei Hongyi really wanted to move his spiritual energy and figure out what the other party was thinking.
But he quickly packed up his emotions.
First, this idea was quickly suppressed, and second, it was impossible to do it at all.
He asked again, "That big rally."
"I will appear on the last day of the big rally." Song Shi stared at the ceiling: "It's been more than a month."
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Mash parked the jeep by a street where the once-glass, gravels and corpses were obviously cleaned up once, barely recovering the scene of a peaceful period. If you ignore the ruins of the building that was bombarded by a gun and collapsed and sunken on the side.
"Just stop this."
The young man opened the car door: "Don't be afraid of being driven away or stole gasoline. We set up a patrol team. Order is the top priority."
"No." Marsh got out of the car and shook his head when he heard this: "When the war was not started, there were still many car thieves in the city. If he lost his car today, he would see it in the second-hand market tomorrow." "Yes. So try to walk to Shenshan. The closer he is to Shenshan, the more patrol teams there are."
"Shenshan?"
Hearing this word, Marsh's face became a little subtle, as if it had evoked some bad memories.
Eighteen years ago, the first nuclear bomb declared the outbreak of the Seven-Turkey War, and it was fine in those first few years, and all parties would have some hold back. But as the war continues to intensify, there is no longer any such sayings as restraint and restraint. The intensity of the war has soared, and the order has collapsed wildly.
In the ruins of the city, in the dilapidated wilderness, and in the aisles of the tube building, the heretics of new and old religions emerged, and there were all worshiping, all of which were monsters and monsters, and they were reveling, and they were never stopped.
Even today, this Gear Worship Sect was destroyed, and the day after tomorrow, a bunch of Screws and Nuts and Wrench Worships that claimed to have inherited the only orthodox Screws and Nuts Worships.
Don’t talk about others, just about Marsh himself, the various "holy", "prophet", "sage" and "god" that he has seen in recent years are no less than double digits.
Authentic, in addition to ordinary people who pretend to be gods and ghosts, there are also some psychics who really control incredible power - but is that related to God, Holy, and it has a half-dollar relationship?
Thinking of this, Marsh even had the idea of turning his head and running.
"Don't get me wrong, we are not that kind of modern cultist." The young man found that Marsh was not speaking, and obviously guessed what the latter was thinking. He smiled and said, "Lord Nandou never claimed to be a saint, god, nor did he talk about the arguments of the arrival of the end of the world, this 'shen mountain'. It's just that we call it privately."
Mash thought that this set of words seemed to be very popular among cultists, but he breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's the case."
No mistakes, one poem, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "Don't you feel it?" the young man said piously: "Think about it carefully, the air we breathe now."
Marsh was stunned, subconsciously sucked twice, and then realized something: "Not choking." "Lord Nandou purified the environment of Baige City. You have never seen that scene with your own eyes. The video recorded brought less than one thousandth of the touch. Isn't this a miracle thing?"
"And Nandou, who created this miracle, where he lives." The young man said in a solemn voice: "We call it the 'sacred mountain', is there anything wrong?"
"Okay, it seems that I am thinking too much." Marsh nodded: "Sorry."
The young man waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, it's still too powerless to just listen to me saying a few words. The big party will be held for several days. You can see here with your own eyes. Come on, I'll take you to buy the five-type neutralizer first."
Speaking of the purpose of coming here, Marsh looked up and hurriedly followed.
He looked over and found that what the young man said was not false.
The "big rally" is very popular. Even though it is two days before the official start, quite a few people have arrived here, and there is even a bustling scene. This made Marsh, who had lived a wanderer for several years, feel a little more like a different world.
However, under the patrol of people carrying bright guns and uniform flame pattern badges on their chests, most of them remained restrained - a small number of people were nakedly hung on the barbed wire.
Mash's gaze stopped on the body for a few seconds before moving away.
Before the war, he was a chef who took out hot dogs on the court. The biggest killer he had ever sold in his life was the beef brisket he bought in the supermarket and got angry. Now, there have been more than one or two lives on his hands.
What he was more interested in than the corpse was the arms of several patrol members, the hexagonal scales were closely arranged, reflecting the luster of the alloy, and the exposed bundle of carbon muscles was tangled together, making people not doubt the amazing power it could burst out.
"This is, prosthetic?" Marsh asked, "I remember this thing is very high-end, you actually have it?"
"The wanderers are very free, but this is not good. You are in the wasteland all year round, and the news is still a little closed." The young man smiled and said, "You are talking about the past few years. Now the prosthetic body is much more popular. Have you not noticed that many mercenaries are pretending to be? Of course, it is still not cheap."
"But our prosthetic body was stolen. Lord Nandou traveled thousands of miles and wiped out countless bandit nests and warlord dens. We got a lot of weapons and equipment, as well as food and medicine."
Speaking of this, the young man snorted: "The warlords' nests are all brand-name goods. They don't have the courage to grab the super company's things."
In other words, they were bought openly.
Marsh nodded, saying nothing more.
Evaluation is meaningless, and speaking can't change anything. From a long time ago, he has been so tired that he simply stopped talking about this.
However, according to what the other party said, I'm afraid the fifth type neutralizer is also used in this way.
Half an hour later, Marsh followed the young man to a large hospital. The company logo of [Jade Pharmaceutical] at the gate has been scratched, and the personnel density of the surrounding patrol team has been significantly enhanced by an order of magnitude, which should be to prevent anyone from taking risks.
There is no doubt that hospitals are one of the key targets of attack during the war, and those international humanitarian law have become a piece of waste paper from the moment of the full-scale war.
This is the case with this private hospital, which was once affiliated to the super company [Jade Pharmaceutical]. At present, a considerable number of buildings are in a state of collapse.
However, Jade Pharmaceutical only transferred away its most valuable assets, and now it can still find a lot of medical devices by picking and choosing, so Nandou's followers re-established this place as a hospital and a pharmaceutical exchange.
Mash noticed that several people walked out of the hospital swaying, staggering, not knowing where to go.
"Although I have robbed the reserves of several warlords, medical resources are never enough." The young man's voice was a little low and he shook his head slightly: "Some people are sick and injured too much. We cannot treat him for free. We can only give him some painkillers and try to make his last days more comfortable."
"It's already very good." Marsh said.
At this moment, looking at the person walking out of the hospital, the young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face was excited at first, and then he turned into respect from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Mei, good afternoon."
Ma Shi looked in his voice and found that he was a man in his black shirt and dressed very neatly and cleanly. He looked a little younger than himself in his early thirties.
"Good afternoon."
The other party stopped and his gaze stopped on the young man's face for a second.
"I remember you, your name is Harry Anton, right?"
"Yes." The young man looked up: "You actually remember me?"
"I remember each of you." The other party smiled: "I came to the hospital to see the situation, after all, there are more and more people recently."
As he said, he looked at the young man: "By the way, who is this?"
"This is Marsh, a wanderer. He wants to buy a five-type neutralizer for his companion." The young man introduced immediately. "Have you reached the point where you need to use the fifth type?" The other party frowned slightly and stretched out again: "But you are lucky. The fifth type neutralizer is still in stock. Go quickly. You may be a little later."
Hearing this, Marsh suddenly looked anxious, and he didn't care who the other party was, as if he was walking into the hospital.
"Then! Mr. Mei, we'll leave first!"
"Well, go."
Mei Hongyi witnessed the two disappearing at the hospital gate and turned around and left, and the wind started to whisper to himself.
"Big Rally"
(This chapter ends)