As a few more days passed, the clouds oppressing Black Rock City became even heavier.
Zhao Jinchuan and other caravan merchants brought a large number of serfs to clean up the dead people and blood in the city to prevent the spread of plague in the summer.
Then we found serfs who knew how to make clay bricks and re-blocked the city gate. Since the plateau lacked wood, we used rocks to directly seal the city gate hole.
Through concerted efforts and working day and night, Black Rock City temporarily restored order. Then Zhao Jinchuan led people throughout the city to search for iron tools to repair the damaged defensive equipment and make swords.
Under the cloud of war, everyone burst out with great enthusiasm.
Fortunately, the landlords and nobles who escaped could not take away the food. After getting Jin'an's consent, Zhao Jinchuan opened a warehouse to stock up on food and directly provided unlimited food and drink.
The serfs, who had been oppressed by a miserable fate all their lives, had a full meal for the first time, put on decent shoes, and realized the dignity of human beings for the first time. They knelt down again to Jin'an who gave them freedom and dignity. grateful.
Not only were these serfs given the benefit of opening warehouses to store grain, but even the ordinary people of the Blackstone clan also received grain distribution.
Those big landowners and nobles occupy most of the wealth and food produced in Black Rock City, and it is more than enough to distribute it to the people of the city for several months.
However, these people regarded it as poisonous snakes and threw out all the food given to them for free, not appreciating the kindness at all.
"Don't be deceived by their pretended kindness! These grains were stolen from the nobles' homes. After the warriors of the various tribes of the Blackstone clan are gathered, they will break through the Blackstone City sooner or later. Today we ate these dried meats and highland barley, and we will wait until the city is broken." , the noble gentlemen will definitely hang our whole family!"
Zhao Jinchuan and others who kindly led people to distribute food were directly angered by these Blackstone clan members and were too lazy to be good people and care about the lives of these people.
After cursing people, these Blackstone clan members once again fell into the gloomy mood of collapse of faith. They were either huddled motionless and listless, like walking corpses that had lost their backbone, or they were kneeling in the direction of the Zizai Sect all day long, praying for miracles. , Buddha was resurrected again.
It was in this cloud of war and pessimism and despair, the clouds rolled and the clouds relaxed, and time passed. Suddenly, a shout of surprise sounded, and then more shouts of surprise and cheers sounded. People are brought back to their senses by these surprise shouts.
"Oh my God! It's the Patron Saint of the Snow Mountains who has come to save us! Look, look, we have hope. We have not been abandoned. The Patron Saint of the Snow Mountains has come down to save us!"
The voices calling for the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains kept rising one after another, and the cheers were deafening.
What!
Patron Saint of Snowy Mountains!
Rumble, the earth gallops, and the sound of horse hooves reaches people's ears like rumble and muffled thunder. As a group of dark clouds comes quickly from the end of the horizon, war is finally coming.
Those outsiders who were still staying in Black Rock City ran to higher places one after another, wanting to see the war clearly, and wanting to know immediately which tribes were the first to kill Black Rock City.
Can that man really create another miracle?
Can Blackstone City really be defended?
This is the biggest question on everyone's mind.
But they had just rushed to the roof or the height of the cliff, showing unanimous expressions of astonishment. They had imagined many scenarios of large armies sieging the city, but they had never imagined this scene. A yak with thick and huge curved horns was larger than an ordinary yak. The still strong white beast...let's call it the Snow Mountain God Bull, took the lead in charging at the front, leading the army of dark clouds towards Black Rock City.
"this……"
The snow-capped sacred yak is a sacred animal on the plateau. It is not easy to see a pure white yak on the plateau.
Those Blackstone clan members who were depressed and had been immersed in pessimism and despair were like drowning people grabbing life-saving straws. The Dark Walkers suddenly saw a ray of light and burst into cheers like a torrent.
"Sure enough, it was the Snow Mountain God Ox who transformed into the patron saint, personally went down the mountain, and brought the people of the Snow Mountain Mountains who believe in him to save us!"
"We are saved! We are saved!"
There were more and more boiling sounds.
The whole city was boiling.
A group of people whose faith had been destroyed and who had lost hope suddenly rekindled hope and found new faith.
They don’t have everything! And the snow-capped sacred cows didn’t abandon them!
The people of the Snow Mountains have grown up listening to the epic singing of the mythical beasts of the Snow Mountains for generations, the epic singing of Padmasambhava, and the epic singing of the blessed white yak. The people of the Snow Mountains are familiar with it and regard the Snow Mountain White Yak as a symbol of courage, The patron saint of mightiness, strength, justice, exorcism, and fighting monsters. He believes in the sacred cow of the snow mountain, which can bring good luck to the world. There are many sects of Buddha on the plateau. Different sects believe in different Buddhas, but the only belief in the snow-capped white yak is the unanimous belief of everyone on the plateau.
As long as the snow mountain beasts do not abandon them, they will never be abandoned by the snow mountains. The White God and Zan God who live in the snow mountains will continue to protect them and let the snow mountain beasts bring endless divine soldiers to save them from hell.
With their faith collapsed, they seemed to have found a new life at this moment, and rediscovered the power of faith to support their survival——
It’s the snow-capped sacred cow!
"The Snow Mountain Divine Ox is the patron saint of the Snow Mountain. He only protects the upright and kind people of the Snow Mountain. He appears in Black Rock City today with the strong horses and strong warriors given by the gods to the Snow Mountain. He is here to save us! He is here to eradicate the murderous big devil. of!"
"That's right! The patron saint never kills good people, only evil people and devils. He will never kill a good person by mistake. We are the good ones, and the person on the mountain is the devil!"
"He dares to kill even the Buddha. That person is the murderous devil. Sure enough, even the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains can't stand it! Lord patron saint, save us! Save us! The devil is on the top of the mountain. Quickly help the Buddha get revenge. Kill that terrifying demon!"
Looking at the rapidly approaching army outside the city, the Blackstone clan members became more and more excited, as if they had seen the scene where Jin An was suppressed by the snow-capped sacred cow and sent into the flames of hell to relieve his hatred.
These people knelt down and worshiped, as if they were welcoming gods from heaven, with extremely pious expressions on their faces.
Not only the Blackstone clan members knelt down to worship the snow-capped mountain beasts that appeared, but even the thin serfs who stood on the city wall and couldn't even hold their swords in a standard posture also knelt down and worshiped involuntarily.
It is the belief and cultural inheritance that originates from the depths of the soul, and is the belief that every high-atomic citizen brings to life.
There are many beliefs on the plateau, but the sacred cow is the belief that everyone agrees on.
Zhao Jinchuan, who was loosely wearing armor one size larger and wearing a crooked helmet, looked at the horse caravans charging outside the city with murderous intent, then looked at the serfs kneeling beside them involuntarily, and then listened to the sounds of Black Rock City behind them. They turned pale with fear as they heard the cheers of mountains and tsunamis coming from inside.
At this time, those outsiders who stayed in the city saw the comparison between the two and it was clear which one was stronger and which one was weaker. They all sighed and shook their heads, it's over, everything is over.
How come there are so many miracles in this world?
It is very rare for a person to create a miracle once in his life. He has created so many miracles, which has not happened on the plateau for thousands of years. No matter how good luck is, it must be used up and reach its limit.
"He is not defeated by himself. He has created so many miracles, which are enough to be recorded in history and shock future generations."
"He was defeated by the general trend. When manpower is limited, one cannot fight against the sky or the general trend."
These people all lamented for Jin An.
On the city wall, Zhao Jinchuan's caravan merchants who did not easily believe in orders, with the tenacity and unwillingness to admit defeat of their ancestors who forcibly passed down the ancient tea horse road in the poor mountains, shouted loudly to the serfs. With blushing faces, the serfs began to stand up again and clenched their weapons firmly. This city must be defended today. They should do something for themselves, their children and future generations, and the tired person behind them.
Even though this time is still a dream, and they are still hungry and doing heavy physical work after waking up from the dream, they still want to pray that this dream will last longer. For the first time, they will experience the simple satisfaction of a full stomach, and for the first time, they will experience the feeling of cleanliness. The fragrance of clothes and shoes, the first experience of being respected... The feeling of today's dream was so real, so real that they didn't want to wake up prematurely.
For the first time, they had the idea of fighting for themselves and future generations.
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Although the serfs have stood up again to resist their fate, everyone in the city still does not think highly of these people. The gap is really too big.
The morale of the regular soldiers who were well fed and drank every day was greatly improved, and they were not at the same level as the malnourished farmers and slaves.
Even the numbers of people are not on the same scale.
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