Awu was full of confidence, and Bazhi's face was also a little happy. Tongshan and Tieshan had been tense for a hundred years, and they could not imagine how happy and angry they were.

Lin Kun was not very interested. If he had hoped that the unbearable oppression of the mountains could stand up, but now he really didn't want these people to continue to get involved, and the war would bleed. Although they were determined, when he saw those living lives falling down in front of him, he felt guilty.

Lin Kun followed Awu to the ancestral hall in Qinghe Village. The yard of the ancestral hall was wide and it was a mess here. However, the rankings of the ancestors had been re-placed. The leaders of the villages were sitting on both sides of the yard at this time. Everyone looked at Lin Kun with deep respect.

Awu asked Lin Kun to sit in the upper position, but Lin Kun just stood and did not sit down.

"Everyone, Brother Awu has already told me that everyone wants to unite to resist Ruan Tong Agu. You all respect me, Lin Kun, and hope that I will be your commander and lead you to win this battle, but I am really sorry, Lin Kun can do nothing."

Lin Kun's tone was calm, and his eyes looked at everyone's foreheads calmly, but as soon as he said this, he could clearly feel the hope on everyone's faces, and at this moment they became surprised and lost.

Everyone looked at each other and began to talk in a low voice. The expression on Awu's face was stunned and he leaned into Lin Kun's ear and whispered: "Benefactor, you..."

Lin Kun did not answer Awu, and was about to leave after raising his foot. Awu quickly reached out and grabbed him and whispered: "Benefactor, this is a rare opportunity. It may be nothing for you, but this is the original people in the Grau Mountains. The first time we have united, we really need you."

Lin Kun stopped at his feet and looked back at Awu and said, "Brother Awu, war means bleeding. Those who come to participate in the war should be young and middle-aged people from all your villages. After this war, I don't know how many people will die. No matter how many minions in the Grau Mountains, Ruan Tong Agu's men are under him, there are even more troops outside responding. If this war really starts, nine of these people will probably die. Even if they really win this war, what will happen in the end? How can those remaining old people, children, and women survive?"

Lin Kun did not shy away from his voice. Everyone present whispered to him. Some of them were puzzled by Lin Kun's refusal, while others said that Lin Kun was deliberately pretending to be the leader. He was already a mountainous person who gave him face, and he still looked down on our brothers in the mountains.

Of course, those who say such words are those who want to be this leader but have no chance to do it. They take this opportunity to make a fuss and try to win another chance for themselves.

After Lin Kun finished speaking, the whole audience was quiet. These words were neither light nor heavy, but they were said to the vital points of everyone's heart. Yes, who was present without their parents, wives and children? If they died in this war, what should the elderly parents and wives and children? Maybe compared to death, as long as the family can be together, even if life is a little hard and tiring, they can endure being oppressed by the unforgivable villains in the mountains. (10)

Lin Kun walked out of the gate of the ancestral hall, but Awu did not catch up, and everyone present could not speak for a long time.

Lin Kun paused at the entrance of the ancestral hall. He turned around and closed the door. With a creaking sound, the old wooden door closed.

In the courtyard of the ancestral hall, a group of people remained silent for a long time. Finally someone spoke first. It was an old man over 70 years old. He was the head of the original indigenous village in this mountain. The size of the village has been getting smaller and smaller in the past two years. Now it can only be called a small tribe. He has only brought ten young men who can fight.

"Everyone, let me listen to the old man first." (Zero1)

The old man was leaning on a stick in his hand. When he stood up, his body trembled a little. He was old, his legs and feet were not flexible, and his physical strength could not keep up. He rushed to Qinghe Village, but he didn't stop for a moment, for fear of missing the alliance.

Everyone looked at the old man who coughed and said, "I think everyone should know the situation in our village. There were more than 200 families in total, but now there are only 23 families left. We have endured hunger and bullied over the years. The women in our village have newly married and had children. The children are not necessarily our seeds. Why? Everyone should know that the unforgivable bastards in this mountain always like to ruin the girls on their wedding nights or the night before. They said they wanted to change our genes and change my seeds, so that we indigenous people will completely cut off our inheritance in the next ten or twenty years..."

The more the old man said, the more excited the expression on his face, he began to cough violently, and a mouthful of thick phlegm was spitting out, and blood was lingering on it. The old man's face turned pale, and his body was like a piece of white paper in the sun, which could fall down at any time.

The entourage behind him quickly came to support him. The old man waved his hand and continued, "We were paradise before, and we lived here for generations. We hunted and farmed. Even during World War II, we had not been affected too much. But now the beasts have entered, and they have turned our paradise into hell, causing us to gradually lose our homes.

So everyone, the young friend just said right. For the sake of our family, we should not take this risk. Have you ever thought that if we continue to develop according to the current situation, can our family be protected? Can our women guarantee that they will not be defiled? Can our parents have a good end? Can our descendants ask for slaves?”

Everyone was silent, and the thick silence was like dark clouds in the sky, and no matter how bright the sun was, it could not be shined through.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The old man's crutch poked hard on the old mottled floor tiles twice, and his tone suddenly rose, "No matter what, even if all of you retreat, the ten children I brought will fight to the end. Even if I give my life, even if the parents at home lose their children, women lose their husbands, and children lose their fathers, they will fight for tomorrow!"

After the old man shouted, his body shook slightly, and he quickly stood firm with a crutch, but his face became paler and his old eyes became wider and wider.

"war……"

"war!"

"war!!!"

"Fight for tomorrow!"

"Fight for future generations!"

"Fight for our Grau!"

...

Everyone stood up and shouted loudly together. At this moment, the old man standing beside him breathed in his breath. At this moment, it finally dissipated. His eyes narrowed, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his whole body fell down...
Chapter completed!