Chapter 207 Speech! Madness! (End of the volume, can be killed)

Buzz! Buzz!

The crowd's shadows hit the pitch-black ground, and the murky horns under the rumbling bells rang in their ears.

Solemn but not dull, solemn but ancient.

Amid the reverberating music, A She felt his energy and blood rising slightly, and he looked up at the giant white monument.

Snap...

Yunchuan, who was wearing a scarlet cloak, stepped onto the stairs. When he took the first step, the sound of the piano was played.

The trombone is followed by ethereal piano sounds, and the music is full of a sense of ritual, as if praising those who climb the stairs.

This piece of music was written by Miroku, who is now the Minister of Ceremony and Arts. It has unique timbres from the instruments of the Land of Rain. It is perfect as a war song for the opening of the war.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yunchuan stepped onto the high platform of the Heroic Spirit Monument without stopping for a moment.

Turning his back to the giant monument and facing everyone, his eyes swept across everyone's faces.

A She felt that those deep and meaningful eyes seemed to stay on him for a moment, as if he saw a puppy among his lions, which made A She's breath stop subconsciously.

Yunchuan didn't speak or make any moves. He just stood there with the trombones on both sides whimpering.

The gazes of everyone in the audience were extremely hot. Even A She, who was lucky enough to stand in front, could feel it. The gaze was so hot that it seemed to burn through people.

What to say? What to do? If it really doesn’t work, just smile?

In this atmosphere, A She's breathing was a little heavy, and he couldn't help but think this.

But Yun Chuan just stood there, with no expression on his face.

Several minutes passed without anyone speaking or retreating. The scene remained silent. Everyone stared at Yun Chuan standing on the stage in silence. All they could hear was the long blast of the trombone.

Yun Chuan looked down at everyone, like a monarch reviewing his army. His blue eyes were so deep that no one could see them, but they were so attractive that no one could look away.

Finally, Yun Chuan slowly raised his arms and opened his arms to everyone.

The blood-red robe behind him rose like big wings, casting a deep shadow and covering everything in front of him, and a suffocating sense of pressure poured over everyone.

That is a symbol of the powerful power contained in flesh and blood, which brings everything to the extreme!

"Gentlemen, it is time for dawn."

Along with the slow exhalation, Yunchuan gradually lowered his arms. His voice gradually rose from a low level until it reached the highest level of his life. He said with emotion: "At this dawn, the sky should be blue and pure!"

He pointed to his feet, looked at everyone and said coldly: "But, today, we are standing here! Standing in the Kingdom of Rain, this land that has been trampled and watered with blood!"

"The clouds of war still hang over our sky! Under our feet is a country groaning and crying in humiliation!"

"The dignity of this country has been trampled under the feet of those big countries! Those arrogant ninjas of big countries are riding on our necks and domineering!"

Yun Chuan raised his head and looked down at the people in the entire hall, his eyes as wide as a petrel looking at the sea, and said in a deep voice: "Some people may say: I just want to live, I just want to live the most despicable way as a human being, that's all. That’s all.”

"Yes, they are right. Life and survival are really important, but I want to tell you!"

Yunchuan paused for a moment, looked at everyone with slightly condensed eyes, and said in a low voice: "As long as those great ninjas are still running rampant in our land, we and even our families will never have a future!"

"As long as we continue to deceive ourselves and others like this, and as long as people from other countries sneer contemptuously when the word "Land of Rain" is mentioned in casual conversation, we will not be able to live as living people!"

"As long as this crying country remains weak on the territory of the ninja world, our dignity as human beings will never exist!"

"Gentlemen, now, stand in front of the heroic spirit's monument and tell me!"

His voice peaked and fell from his mouth. Yun Chuan raised his palms and said coldly, "Do you want to be the pigs and dogs they say you want to slaughter?"

"Or use your blood and strength to tell them that you are also alive, with families, hate, love, and dignified people?!"

Questions with the addition of [Speaker Talent] poured out from the mouth, and the unwillingness, anger, hatred, fighting spirit, and fanatical emotions seemed to have entities, crawling inch by inch through everyone's skin and blood vessels.

The angrier they are, the faster they climb, licking every inch of skin with joy, as if they want to form a thick cocoon on everyone's body. This extremely strong feeling is simply numb. .

In everyone's ears, there seemed to be a voice, singing slowly and softly, telling him that the noble moment was coming.

——Shout.

"war!"

At the same moment, thousands of people in the hall almost shouted in unison, and the roar sounded as if it was about to overthrow the Hall of Heroes.

But Yun Chuan remained expressionless, and the terrifying pressure was released, saying in a cold voice: "Can't hear it!"

"Fight! Fight!"

"Didn't you eat?" Yun Chuan looked down at the crowd, and one voice shouted over them, "Or is this just your determination?"

"Fight, fight, fight!!"

Everyone's ferocious cheeks were illuminated by the blue light like evil ghosts, and everyone's voices boiled in their throats like the roars of wild beasts, like the roaring and shouting of raging waves, resounding through the sky.

The air was full of fanaticism, constantly touching the most violent and restless instincts in people's hearts!

The shouts and roars echoed in the hall for a long time and could not dissipate. Like the others, Ah She's voice was slightly hoarse, he was breathing heavily, and his chest was heaving violently.

"Very good!"

Yun Chuan swept across the fanatical faces and said coldly: "I am arrogant. I think there are no spineless wastes under my men. I am very pleased that there are indeed no spineless wastes under my men!"

"The five major powers think that we have no need to exist. The five major powers seem to have forgotten us completely, but our existence is necessary for us. We hate to die without reason!

"We have something more important than death, more important! More important! This is why we are here!"

"What we want is not the mercy of the great powers, not false peace, but real dignity and a better future.

"If we don't fight, we will have no status, no peace, no dignity, no future, and we may die at any moment! Everything we want cannot be obtained by begging, but can only be achieved through iron and blood! "

"Gentlemen!"

Yun Chuan's words suddenly paused, staring at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "In this catastrophe, the war has taken away countless lives. The power of a great country is unquestionable, and everyone is likely to die. "

"In the history written by future generations, they will find that no words can describe the cruelty of this disaster, and no language rhetoric can describe everything we have paid for survival. "

"We will carry the fire and walk through the dark night, cross the remains of our comrades, step over thorns and abysses, and finally relight the torch that continues to burn on the piles of corpses! "

"Our souls will step and dance in the ashes, and the breeze will cast an outline, which is the highest tune! "

"From now on, the clouds will not always cover us. The world will know our existence. Our appearance will end this meaningless war, and we will see the real sky! "

Huh!!

Yunchuan suddenly raised his right arm, his blood-red cape lifted up, making a dull whistling sound, and put his fist in front of his chest and said: "Cheers to us ordinary humans."

"May the dawn that belongs to us last forever!"

Bang! Bang Bang!!

The fists of the crowd hit their chests like heavy hammers, like a roaring storm and thunder, and they could even feel the trembling of the ground under their feet. They roared in an almost crazy manner: "The dawn, last forever! !"

Everyone was trembling with excitement, and there was no more confusion in their eyes. Instead, there was a fire in their eyes, as if they had been reshaped with a sense of mission, and became fanatical lunatics in this speech!

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"Lord Yunchuan, it's really scary."

At the edge of the crowd against the wall, Leyou quietly put down the fist that was subconsciously placed on his chest, looking at the figure standing on the high platform, and sighed: "Look at them, how hysterical they are! ”

He has only been here for a year, and he has already been deeply immersed in this atmosphere.

Even if Yangyan Village asked him to go back, he would find an excuse to delay.

Who doesn’t like a boss with vision, charm and generosity?

But after hearing this, Leyou, who has lived for decades and has become an old man, refreshed his opinion again.

The decisive factor that determines whether a person can become a leader is not skill and strength, but his own personal charm.

There is no doubt that Yunchuan, who has both strength and charm, has It was a nearly perfect answer sheet.

The terrible "empathy" and "infectiousness" of the speech made his heart beat faster even though he was also born in a small country and oppressed by a big country. It was enough to make thousands of people in the hall, most of whom were from the bottom of the Rain Country, rush to the battlefield enthusiastically.

Thinking of this, Leyou glanced at his side and saw a face full of enthusiasm.

Qiuyu, who was once from the bottom of the Rain Country, stood beside him, looking at the high platform with a scorching and hot gaze and grinned: "Lord Yunchuan's command and charm are beyond the reach of even the five 'shadows'."

"He was born to be the one who is destined to stand in this position, and he is destined to be the one who can lead us out of the mud! "

In comparison, Kakuzu was much calmer.

Now he only has three hearts, water, wind, and earth, and only three emotions, sorrow, thought, and fear, which allow him to watch everything from a third-person perspective.

A large part of the people in the palace are people who have fallen into poverty due to war and oppression. These people should be insignificant.

But facing these lower classes without any culture, Yunchuan didn't say anything false and empty. He just emphasized to the people in front of him over and over again that they longed for survival, dignity, and future.

Kakuzu, who has lived from the Warring States Period to the present, has witnessed everything with his own eyes. Now he has also participated in the growth of Dawn and can deeply understand the differences and gaps between the five major countries and Dawn.

In the past Warring States Period, the way ninjas survived, in addition to the wars within the ninja clan, was to accept the employment of daimyos and nobles from various countries to help daimyos win the war.

Later, Hashirama Senju changed the original way and established Konoha, which was then imitated by various countries and developed to the era of one country and one village.

Behind the seemingly peaceful situation, the fundamental problem still exists.

That is the employment model of ninjas. It is still the same as in the Warring States period. They are a group of mercenaries, not real soldiers belonging to a country.

It is better in each ninja village. Ninjas occasionally work for the residents of the village for free.

But the residents in the village are not real civilians at all. They are all people who used to be ninjas or may become ninjas in the future.

Outside the ninja village, even the nearby villages need to pay money to hire ninjas to help and eliminate bandits. Civilians also need to pay for ninjas themselves. Ninjas will not contribute their strength for free.

On the surface, it is a fair transaction, but this transaction seems very distorted in the eyes of Kakuzu now.

In the eyes of almost all ninjas, the military expenses of the ninja village are provided by the daimyo, and Kakuzu once thought so.

But since he became the Minister of Finance of Dawn, he realized that the military expenses of the ninja village are actually paid by countless grassroots civilians.

These civilians have to pay heavy taxes every year, which are collected by the daimyo and the nobles, and then a part of them are distributed to the ninja village as the military expenses for the ninja village to develop its military power.

Fundamentally speaking, it is these lower-class civilians who create real wealth, not the daimyo, nobles, and those unproductive ninjas.

In Kakuzu's view, if civilians pay taxes, the country has the responsibility to protect them. The richer the people are, the more taxes will be collected. With more taxes, the country can be better developed. This is a virtuous circle.

However, he did not see these phenomena in the countries and villages of the ninja world.

The one-country-one-village system established by the first generation of Hokage undoubtedly stabilized the power of the daimyo and the ninja, but inadvertently brought the civilians to the dust.

Civilians cannot learn ninjutsu at all. When facing those wandering samurai and defecting ninjas, they either have to be killed or hire ninjas.

Even if the ninja village is incorporated into the country, the connection with the civilians is only maintained by "employment". Taking money from people and eliminating disasters for people is essentially no different from bounty hunters in the underground black market.

Such a connection is fragile, almost broken, and extremely sad.

Therefore, there is no doubt that civilians are a humble, extremely important force that has never been valued by anyone.

And Yunchuan saw them.

What they need is not love, not bondage, but dignity, survival, strength, resistance, fighting, and taking back what belongs to them.

Kumokawa is creating a completely different path.

Kakuzu put himself in the five great nations in his mind, and put himself in the opposite side of his group of people. He could only feel a deep fear.

"Poor five great nations, you don't know what kind of terrifying people you are going to face."

Kakuzu looked at the figure on the high platform, his long numb heart beating slightly, and whispered: "Such a group of people, such a group of madmen, will you feel the pain experienced by the Rain Country?"

Perhaps, he can really stand behind Kumokawa and take a look at the scenery that has never appeared in the ninja world for thousands of years.