My name is Ren

Chapter 112 Chapter [-] The beginning is not necessarily the beginning, the end is not the end, this is reincarnation
〇The golden thorn garland on the black banner is mysterious and dignified. The banners are buzzing, and the team of 2000 people stands solemnly like a forest. They wear black armor, hold black spears, and hang black long swords around their waists. Yes, like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.On the city wall, the people of Ortrenburg who came to see them off held their breaths and looked at the square formation below the city, with fanaticism in their eyes.With such a mighty and majestic army, he wished he could join the army alone and fight with them for the city lord Ren and Ortrenburg.

Ren was riding an excellent war horse. The war horse seemed to be afraid of facing this suffocating army. It moved its hooves uneasily, swaying left and right, not daring to stay in front of the formation.

Ren is very satisfied with such an army.Personality cults and myths are indeed not conducive to development, and it is easy for leaders to be blindly arrogant and excessively conceited.But there is a premise for this question, that is, the leader is not actually a suitable leader. This sentence is a bit awkward. The popular explanation is that a pig is mythical and worshiped, and it will definitely lead a group of people. , turning this group of people into pigs too.But if a wise and powerful person is mythified and worshiped, he will only turn a group of people into a group of wolves.

Ren can't guarantee that he will always be able to walk on the correct path as possible, and he can't guarantee that he will not be swayed and confused for some reason in the future, but at this moment, everything he does is right , then it is sufficient.

Pulling out the long sword at the waist, the phalanx without a sound was like a forest of swords in an instant, there was no shouting, roaring, and exciting mobilization.Simple and direct, but it gave people the deepest shock.

Iger wiped the oily sweat from his forehead. Fifteen priests stood together with pale faces, and there was only deep fear in their interlaced eyes.Afraid of this monster-like army, and also afraid of the man on the horse.

He is like a demon, bewitching the kind people here and turning them into the demon's accomplices.

The mobilization of Ortrenburg's army quickly attracted the attention of the entire Bell Province. Even Joberg, who had been intoxicated all day long, cheered up a little and kept asking for news about Rennes.He is now afraid of Ren, and there was still a prince to rely on, but now the prince can't protect himself, let alone provide him with much help.As for others, for example, Leos and the Bolton family have sent messengers, especially Bowen, it seems that he also intends to send troops to cooperate with Ren to suppress the riots in Baratan.

As we all know, although wars bring pain, they also bring opportunities.Not one or two aristocrats who rose through the two civil wars accounted for almost 60.00% of the current ruling class in the country.No one thinks that their family is too long-lived, especially some veteran nobles who have been running the place for a hundred years or more.Their power, population, and wealth all need to be maintained by their status as nobles. Once they lose this status, they will be torn to pieces by those ordinary little people in an instant.

Furthermore, a powerful nobleman cannot be supported by a title. Looking at the leaders of the imperial noble group and the princes, maybe the gardeners in their families are all small noblemen, with a title of nobility.

Ren is currently short of manpower. Once there are more people under his command, he must also come up with some real things to motivate and spur. Money and glory alone cannot satisfy people's appetite.

This road marched down the river, and reached the border of Tulum Province with almost no effort.

Unlike the previous time in Bell Province, when twenty merchant ships entered Tulun Province along the tributary of the Xiudorn River, the originally relaxed air immediately became dull and dangerous.Along the way, there were almost no boats, and occasionally some starved people could be seen from the river. After a month of fermentation, the riots of the workers finally revealed the sequelae of the riots.A large amount of food was divided up by the rioting workers. These workers who had been hungry all year round devoured everything they could eat.They looted wealth, robbed wealth, and burned that which represented the ruling class.

There is only chaos but no construction, indulgence brings infinite disasters, and the unrestrained impulse is completely released. This group of rioting workers is changing from "justice for themselves" to "simply satisfying desires".Some forces secretly supporting Baratan also began to hesitate.What they need is a sharp blade that can tear a hole in the ruling surface of the empire, not a thug who only knows destruction and only knows how to eat, drink and enjoy themselves.

As the situation in Balatan deteriorated, this group of rioting workers began to set their sights on the surrounding villages.They attacked several times, attacked more than a dozen villages, plundered some insignificant food, and engulfed more people to completely spread the front line.

This group of mud dogs will never be able to get on the table. If they maintain the normal operation of the city of Balatan in a restrained manner, supplemented by construction and spring sowing on time, they may be able to persist for a while.Those forces who are optimistic about them will also secretly send supplies to them and become fresh blood to support their operations.

Unfortunately, it's a little late.

"It stands to reason that the riots in Baratan shouldn't have deteriorated so quickly." Ren stood at the bow of the ship and expressed his feelings. At the beginning of the month, this group of workers repelled several attacks brutally, making the entire Tulum The situation has become delicate.In order to prevent their territory from being affected by Baratan, those nobles also staged a riot. They left all their troops at the door of their homes and sat back and watched Baratan's riot grow stronger.

By the middle of the month, this group of workers had already occupied the entire territory of Baratan. Otherwise, a giant like the Imperial Marshal would not have noticed what happened here, let alone mobilize the elite army.

Bolson stood not far from Rennes, and he asked to participate in this march. If he wants to gain Rennes' attention and trust, he must first prove his ability.He also looked seriously at the fallen corpses on the river bank, showing a very ugly expression, "My lord, the original purpose of the workers was just to gain more respect and benefits, and the ruling class is like a mountain pressing down on you." On them, they can only overturn this mountain."

Ren turned his face and glanced at Bolson, nodded slightly, "Continue!"

Bolson's spirit was lifted, and his brain spun at a high speed, "When they overturned this mountain, some of them became new mountains unknowingly, and once again crushed them. Throughout history , Such things are very common. After the new privileged class enjoys the benefits of the privilege, the balance in their hearts has unknowingly begun to tilt. They have begun to manipulate the workers' group for their own interests and private desires. will."

"Dividing up food and robbing wealth is just an appearance. In fact, seeing through the appearance, this is a redistribution of vested interests. The benefits are concentrated in the hands of some people, while more people get nothing. For the sake of psychological balance, they began to destroy , and began to plunder. And those new privileged classes indulged in such behavior in order to stabilize their status and interests."

"Desire is a wild horse that has run wild. Under the condition of deliberate indulgence, it has already headed towards an unpredictable direction. Even if those new privileged classes are awakened at this time, they are helpless in the face of the monsters they unleashed."

"If there is no external force to suppress them, they are very likely to split quickly and then reunite until a stable multi-level class regime emerges before stopping."

Ren kept nodding, and Bolson's analysis was very reasonable, "So a dog's leg is just a dog's leg, and he will never be able to enter the elegant hall." He looked at the smoke column rising in the distance, and ordered, "Get ready Dock at the next pier and get everyone ready." He turned his head and glanced at Bolson, "You follow me."

Bolson was extremely excited in his heart, but he still maintained a calm expression on his face. It seemed that he did not show much joy in Ren's appreciation, and tried his best to behave like a stable person.

The boat slowly approached the shore, and the ground was full of mess as far as the eyes could see. The warehouse door on the pier was open, and there was nothing inside.Some warehouses were burnt down, leaving only coke on the ground.

A team of 2000 people quickly assembled in the open space outside the pier. Ren called Marvin and Blair, "The next thing is up to you, I will not command, you two are responsible for everything. If there is no negotiation Come to me after solving the problem, I only have one request, don’t set a certain goal, we are not here to save Baratan, our purpose of coming here is very simple, it is to train soldiers and kill people.”

He took a few handprints on Blair's breastplate. Marvin hesitated a little, but finally nodded in agreement.As a veteran of the empire, he hopes that the powerful army led by Ren can do more for the empire, but he also understands that the final decision has nothing to do with him, he is just an executor.

The Heijia army began to accelerate slowly. According to some unreliable intelligence, there was a village less than five miles away, where a group of rebels were stationed.

Killing has quietly descended on this group of people.

Five miles away, in an unnamed village, more than 600 powerful workers dressed in thin clothes were scattered throughout the village.From time to time, there were screams that tore through the calm, and then returned to silence amidst the screams. This place was like a hell.The out-of-control workers are more like thugs than thugs. In the four days that the small village was occupied, nearly [-]% of the villagers became food for the fish in the Xiudorn River. It's some young women.

Who can come and save us?
The women who were imprisoned in the cattle pens, their eyes red from crying, prayed.

(End of this chapter)