[Naruto] The political value of the founding group is full!

The sky in October was clear and clear, with thin clouds floating high above the sky, and migratory birds flew by in groups, casting light-colored shadows on the ground.

The area controlled by the ninjas ushered in a bumper harvest this year, so everyone in the team is smiling.

"Five miles away, there are ten people waiting quietly. They should be people from the Pure Land Sect to lead the way." Zheng Chun and a few clansmen started their old job as scouts, and at this time they rushed back alone to report to everyone.

"Okay, let's slow down and get closer to them." To show their sincerity, the ninjas only brought personal weapons such as Kunai, Hashirama didn't carry a large scroll, and Madara didn't carry a sickle and round fan.

Of course, some people are strong even without weapons.

"Excuse me for waiting." Hashirama nodded to several ninja monks.

"You don't have to be so polite, please come with us." The ninja monk raised his palm in return.

The monks were cautious in their words and deeds, and the ninjas emphasized efficiency. After the two teams met, there was no unnecessary greetings, but they just hurried on their way. Neither side had the idea of ​​being offended.

The population under the Pure Land Sect is obviously larger than that of ninjas. Along the way, you can often see crowded low-rise shacks connected together, and the people in scanty clothes salute the monks holding Zen sticks. Clear water in a pottery bowl.

"Namo Amitabha." The monk deliberately slowed down, allowing the ninjas to come into contact with the poor.

A hunchback old man with only black and rotten teeth left, his rough palms are torn; a young woman with a shriveled chest openly embraces a baby with a weak cry; groups of children, with their dirty faces, Playing around on the dirt-strewn ground.When they saw the guide holding the Zen stick, their expressions were all peaceful and serene, as if they didn't think that the suffering they were suffering was unbearable.

Zheng Chun knew that this was a scheming by the Pure Land Sect, but he didn't hold back, and gave them most of the food he carried with him.

The monks did not complain, nor did they persuade them, they just cast a sympathetic look at the people.Zheng Chun quietly observed the angry faces of the ninjas, and felt that the goal of the Pure Land Sect had been achieved.

Compared to the Temple of Fire, the temple in front of me was as small as a toy.When Hashirama stepped into the door, there was a pause, and Zhengchun suspected that he almost kowtowed.

The old monk in the mountain was still smiling, and the wrinkles on his face hadn't changed in any way since then.He got up and made a gesture: "My shabby room is too small, why don't we talk outside the temple."

The sky is covered and the earth is a bed. This meeting place is really perfect. You put us in the temple for a walk to show that you are suffering with the people?

The two sides sit in camps, and Huiming, who had met once, happened to be face to face with Zhengchun.

Quanna Feima sits in Ninja Village, and there are newly promoted Huohe, Taohua, Hecheng, Naomi and others handling affairs on the site. The few people in charge of the talks have no worries and concentrate on dealing with the mentally strong old monk. .

"...you have seen these situations with your own eyes." Jianxu's smile disappeared, and he introduced the severe situation in the Gyeonggi area in a solemn tone.In short: there are too many people and too little land, the nobles captured the young men, and there is not enough food.

Zheng-chun asked the doubt that had been lingering in his heart: "There are thousands of grains of grain in the Daming Mansion alone, and the amount of grain that can be confiscated by the nobles is as large as a mountain. Is this old grain enough to fill the gap?"

Banner seemed to sneer.

Jianxu opened his eyes: "Five years ago when the national capital was on fire, some villains infiltrated us and deliberately set fire to various food storage points. The part of the food you mentioned basically failed to be rescued."

Guo Yikui, who seems to be fighting with the same enemy, has actually been taken advantage of by those who want to...

Zhu Jian continued to ask: "The loss of strong labor is very serious, and you have no way to solve it?"

This time Jianxu didn't speak, he let out a long sigh like a real old man.A middle-aged monk next to him replied: "You are young and promising, you act with thunderous means, and you have the power to protect the three cities. How can my Buddhist sect compare with yours?"

"The Pure Land Sect has [-] believers and thousands of monks and soldiers. The total population of our ninja clans is only a mere [-], and nearly half of them are women and children. Does the Zen master know that things are human-made?" Madara's tone was very severe.

"Benefactor," the old monk's honest voice echoed in the open space, "You ninjas possess great power. Even a five-foot-tall boy can compete with ordinary adults. Naturally, there is no disadvantage in opening up borders and defending land. Although we are large in number, we can endure There are only more than 2000 monks, and the tough nobles near the capital are watching over them, and we will encounter more difficulties if we want to guard a pure land here."

Indeed, the ninja clan was originally a fighting group, and most of the people who fled from various places were old, weak, sick and disabled. The strength gap between the two in Naruto World was outrageous.

"We haven't encountered too much resistance before, so we don't know much about the strength of the nobles." Hashirama and Madara exchanged a look.

"You conquered the city with a single force and reduced ten councils. Wherever you go, most of the nobles will lose their lives. The remaining seven city lords will probably grow out of fear and hate. Those who are used to controlling life and death to seize power will go crazy... I am afraid that this Hundreds of thousands of believers will suffer."

Jianxu never spoke again.Three days later, the ninjas handed over the affairs and returned back the same way worried.

Today, Zhengchun thinks that she has not done anything that has a huge impact on the original characters. She just added some hints on some key points, trying to let the ambitious people choose a path that they might have taken. the way.

Hashirama will still be an extraordinary leader, and will be extolled by future generations as the god of the ninja world; Tomona will still be the guardian of the system and rules, making outstanding contributions to the science of the ninja dimension; Quanna will be born after the age of 24 Continue to assist the eldest brother, so that the Uchiha clan will still prosper after several generations.

But Masaru didn't know what Madara would become.

He is warlike and ambitious by nature, he is highly vigilant and has a weak sense of security, he yearns for power and worships power... plus Uchiha's inherited emotional intensity, flammable and explosive—the life trajectory of such a person is really difficult Guess.

In addition, Madara's mouth is very strict, unlike Hashirama, who has to write a letter immediately when he makes up a new move name.Therefore, although Zheng-chun has successfully been with this big man for five or six years, he does not know many important experiences of him.

For example, writing about sharing eyes.

"This, this is... Madara! Are you okay?" There were bloodstains on her cheeks!injured?

Zheng-she had paperwork to deal with, so her team was assigned logistical tasks and fell at the end of the marching team.

"If there is an emergency, you come with me." Madara couldn't help but wrap her arms around her waist, she felt a strong attack, and the surrounding scenery receded rapidly.

There is an intermittent part of the forest in the distance, jet-black birds hovering in mid-air, and the stench almost condenses into sharp arrows, impacting the sensitive sense of smell.

The red crow in the central hall illuminates all things, making all darkness invisible.

Broken limbs, bony bones, dried blood... Soldiers are already used to this.But her good eyesight allowed her to see clearly that the heads were arranged in threatening words, the corpses had been dragged viciously before they were alive, and people struggling to death were dressed on wooden poles.The open space in front of the village was covered with flesh and blood, like a slaughterhouse for humans.

"The strong man has been taken away. This place is full of old people, women, and children." Madara took the hands off the neck of a corpse, and the remaining cloth strips on the hands showed that they belonged to another corpse whose head had been beheaded.

"Instigate the villagers to kill each other...they actually take pleasure in killing!" The blood vessels around Zheng Chun's eyes were about to burst.

The two put half of their body back on the baby's body, put the kneeling and begging corpse into a peaceful side-lying posture, and roasted the carrion birds with their scalps torn into charcoal... Finally, they stood helpless in front of the wooden pole.Blackbirds screamed unscrupulously, devouring the snatched corpses in the corner; flies densely attached to the flesh and bones, forming a bright green carapace; .

"There are still dead people over there?" Zheng Chun walked towards the grass on one side.

"Don't—" Madara took off her gloves and wanted to hold her, but she was still a step behind.

A number of white bodies lay horizontally in the mud, flesh and blood flowed from the place where life was born, and the miserable death of a woman experienced the last pain of life here.

No fear, no dizziness, just the feeling that the anger is about to burst into the chest.

Zheng-chun couldn't control the opening and closing of the white eyes, and the scene in front of her was cloudy and colorful at times.She turned her head and vaguely saw patterns changing in Madara's eyes.

"Someone is approaching." After closing his eyes twice, the headache finally eased a little.