"I know all this!" Song Gan's gentle smile had disappeared just now, and at this moment he became very cold: "But you have also seen that the soldiers all hope to go back to plant their own fields. This is what we promised them from the beginning. We cannot break our promise!"

"Promise?" The earth-walking man showed a ridiculous expression on his face: "Songguan, you will not be so naive! You are our leader now, and you want to fight those cunning nobles and monks. Any weapon is allowed in this battle. If those monks can kill you with blasphemy, they will never hesitate at all, but you are telling me now that you must keep your promise? Are you crazy?"

"That's different!" Song Chan looked at the earthwalker calmly: "I will use any means without hesitation to deal with the enemy as long as it is beneficial to our cause. But they are different. They are our companions to fight together, just as I will never deceive you, nor will I deceive them!"

Hearing Song Chan's words, the earth-walker's face showed a touching expression, but it soon disappeared. Then he continued to persuade: "Song Chan, this cannot be regarded as a deception. Do you know, if we are defeated, can those farmers still protect their land? The nobles will take the land back from them again. All this is for their own good!"

"You are right, but you cannot use this deceptive method. We can tell all of this clearly and let them make their own choices instead of using deceptive method. This is not good?"

"Songguan, you have a ruby ​​heart! But this will harm you!" The earth walker shook his head in despair: "Even if those people understand this truth, who is willing to join the army for the land and happiness of others? Even if some are willing to sacrifice themselves, how many people are left behind? The army of the nobles will easily destroy us!"

"Dirty Walkers, shouldn't be so pessimistic? Our companions have proved their courage and spirit of sacrifice with their actions!" Song Chan comforted with a smile.

"That's because they had no other choice at that time!" The earth-walking practitioner sighed, looked at Song Gan sadly, and said, "The gods and Buddhas in the sky must destroy our cause, otherwise why wouldn't he put a heart like stone in your chest?"

Half an hour later, the horn of assembly was blown by the rebel camp, and more than 800 men in the camp quickly gathered together. When they lined up according to their own arrangements, they saw Song Chan standing on a small mound in front of them. Song Chan's face had a gentle smile. In sharp contrast, the face of the earth walker behind him turned black and ugly.

"Comrades! When I first saw you, most of you were tired and desperate, nothing, and were despised by the world. In these days, many of us fell down, but more people joined in, and their blood was not in vain. Now, you are already a feared army, defeating the powerful British several times, and the noble king is also expressing gratitude to you! More importantly," Song Chan said this, paused and raised his voice: "You have allowed thousands of poor people to get their own land for the first time, and these poor and kind people no longer have to work for others on hunger!"

A burst of cheers broke out in the crowd, interrupting Song Chan's speech. The rebels were moved by Song Chan's speech. People recalled the sufferings they had experienced, the battles and failures. Many of them fell down during the journey and battles, tears appeared in the corners of their eyes, and even the cheering sounds became choked.

Song Chan raised his arms, and the rebels gradually became quiet. He began to continue saying: "Now, many of us want to put down our weapons, return to our hometown, and return to our families. No, I don't mean to blame them here. After all, the purpose of our uprising was to be able to live such a life again, but I would like to ask these people a question - has our purpose really been achieved? Indeed, in China and Myanmar, many farmers have obtained their own land, but in Lower Myanmar, Upper Myanmar, and in the vast land from the sea to the plateau, there are more farmers who still have nothing. They are waiting for you to do something? Can you let them down?"

"Perhaps some people will say that we have done enough, much more than we should. Now it's our turn to go back to our homes and plan for ourselves. Yes, you have done enough, but if you put down your weapons and return to your own homes, can you really live a peaceful life? More than two months ago, our two companions, Kubu and Buji, came to this farm and asked Mr. Basong to give some food to the farmers here so that they would not starve to death. And how did the respectable Mr. Basong do it?" Song Gan paused for a moment and pointed to the two big trees not far away.

He said: "Just under these two big trees, Kubu and Buji were hanged alive after being cruelly whipped by Master Basong. This is how the men answered the farmers who dared to ask them. Today I mentioned the old things again not for anything else, but to tell you what the men will do to protect their property. If you put down your weapons and return to your own homes, the men will come back here, hang you one by one on the trees like Kubu and Buji, and take the land back from the farmers! You must know that in this kind of thing, the men will never be ruthless!"

There was silence in the clearing, and the relaxed smiles on the faces of the rebels disappeared at first, leaving only solemnity. Song Chan's eloquence and powerful conquered them. Those who planned to put down their weapons and return to their hometown, especially those deserters, all lowered their heads in shame.

"If someone asks me when will we put down the weapons in our hands and return to our hometown to enjoy a peaceful life? Then here is my answer: As long as there is a farmer in Myanmar that cannot own the land that he cultivates himself, and a nobleman still rides above the farmers' heads, then we cannot put down the weapons in our hands, because there is always such a group of people in this world who live by relying on the blood and sweat of others. As long as they exist, hard-working people cannot live a good life. Only on that day can we put down the weapons in our hands!"

As soon as Song Chan's speech stopped, the insurrectionists responded to their leaders with cheers like tsunamis. There was no doubt that the idea of ​​putting down their weapons and returning to their hometown had temporarily been dispelled in the hearts of these people, but the earth-walking practitioner standing behind Song Chan had a strange expression, surprised, admired, and of course a little disappointed. This man who had always been loyal to Song Chan felt a loss that he had never felt before.

"'As long as there is a farmer in Myanmar that cannot own the land that he cultivates himself, and a nobleman still rides over the farmers' heads', did we pick up our weapons, bleed and sweat, and finally dig the dredge by ourselves to return to the dilapidated thatched hut?" The earth walker shook his head gently: "Songguan, Songguan, your behavior has disappointed me too much, and the soldiers who follow you too much. It seems that you are not the man chosen by God!"

Song Chan looked at the cheering rebels with satisfaction, turned around and asked the earth walker, "Look, you see, you are not just you and me with a ruby ​​heart!"

"Chief, your wisdom always makes you superior to us!" The earth walker lowered his head humbly, and at the same time covered his flashing gaze.

It has been January in Hanjing and Rongbaozhai. In a few days, the New Year will be over. The locust trees beside the road have been blown away by the north wind, and the dark branches point to the sky, making me feel a little chill. Since the news came from the palace more than ten days ago: in order to educate the world, people's hearts have been imposed on taxes on luxury shops such as jewelry and fireworks, the market in Hanjing has become much more depressed. This Rongbaozhai, which is well-founded, has known the news for a long time, and has simply closed most of the stores, leaving only two people with wide faces for the shop's shop to enter and exit, and closed the account early for the New Year.
Chapter completed!