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Chapter 91 - 4: Tell the World Who We Are!
Chapter 91: Chapter 4: Tell the World Who We Are!
Zhou Qin’s departure signifies the complete victory of Yellow Stone City.
Everyone here witnessed his submissive demeanor in front of Chen Jian and the others, thus everyone realized that the once lofty and arrogant Holy Blood have been completely knocked off their pedestal.
They are not the immortal beings of legend, nor are they invincible.
Bullets can kill them just the same, and when the sun of our ancestors rises, they are equally afraid.
As for the Mechanical God Sect?
Just a bunch of clowns.
The weapons they prided themselves on, their revered machines, are insignificant in the face of ancestral wisdom. Their once-unassailable flagship was long turned to ashes in an explosion.
The atmosphere in Yellow Stone City was jubilantly rare. After Chen Jian led the organization of the funerals for the fallen and solemnly buried their remains in the newly established "Martyrs’ Cemetery," the faces of the remaining 126 people in the city all lit up with smiles.
Though still far from the New Year, most people found clothes that were relatively clean from the ruins, washed them thoroughly, and put them on.
The children ran wildly in the craters created by the cannon fire, holding bent sticks in their hands, making bang-bang noises, playing childish war games imitating the scholars’ mannerisms.
Perhaps they still haven’t grasped the true brutality of war.
Because this battle, which lasted less than three days, was too short for them.
Bombardments, gunshots, blood, and death—these heavy topics were completely overshadowed by the massive victory, and the clearest impression in their memories is probably that blinding and destructive sun.
One must admit that such an impression is somewhat overly optimistic, but Chen Jian does not intend to educate them with a lesson filled with bitterness and hatred.
They will eventually grow up, but before growing up, they should be sufficiently protected.
At 11 a.m., Chen Jian announced the celebration feast.
Thus, the entire day, except for the sentries on regular watch, everyone was busy.
The strong-bodied dragged the corpses of the enemies to the waterway on the south bank of the lake, letting the bodies float away downstream.
The cooking-skilled grilled the caught fish, placing them neatly in clean bamboo tubes.
The wildly running children were called back by the elders, cleaning the area where the feast would be held.
Meanwhile, Chen Jian cranked up his exoskeleton to full power, and with Huang Yu, Li Shi, and others, pulled down the trinity symbol representing the Mechanical God Sect atop the church.
With a thundering crash, the church lost its original meaning and instead gained new significance.
Seeing the contemplative expression on Huang Yu’s face, Chen Jian curiously asked:
"So, what are your thoughts on the Mechanical God Sect?"
Huang Yu paused, thought for a moment, then replied:
"When they first arrived here, we thought they were like us."
"They brought many new technologies, some of which had been recorded by our ancestors, like the waterwheel, machines for farming, and the human-powered crane that could lift stones..."
"In a short period, they made this place quite prosperous."
"Many, including my grandfather, once believed they were right."
"But later, things gradually changed."
"How did they change?"
Chen Jian interjected.
"Someone made a steam engine imitation."
Huang Yu sighed deeply.
"Using an old kettle brought by a merchant from the Mechanical God Sect, a few iron tubes, some bamboo."
"That person discovered there were no divine machines inside the steam engine, only steam."
"From that day, Yellow Stone City declined rapidly."
"...Got it."
Chen Jian also sighed, once again realizing the Mechanical God Sect had become completely distorted.
Faith overwhelmed progress, an extremely unhealthy state, even for a religious group.
In the history he was familiar with, no religion seemed so extreme.
Hmm?
It seems there was one.
It seems there was a religion that sacrificed development for purity preservation with some profoundly stupid doctrines.
That religion indeed wielded mighty military power at a certain point and even built a massive global empire.
However... the relentless wheels of history would eventually trample it underfoot.
So, he patted Huang Yu’s shoulder and said:
"In the future, you can build steam engines boldly and confidently."
Huang Yu almost got knocked down by the exoskeleton-enabled Chen Jian. Struggling to steady himself, he bitterly joked:
"Captain, I think you dislocated my shoulder..."
"Don’t exaggerate!"
Chen Jian coughed and said:
"Have Shen Yue take a look, probably just bruised..."
The two laughed heartily, turning to continue clearing the remnants of symbols in the church.
As the sun set, Lei Jie returned with a team, bringing the things Chen Jian needed.
Shortly after, the generator was started, and the lights in Yellow Stone City gradually lit up.
Everyone spontaneously gathered where the lights were brightest, where makeshift tables and chairs had been set up, and although simple, the food on the table was plentiful and ample.
No more preamble was needed. With a wave of his hand, Chen Jian declared "start the feast," and everyone began moving immediately.
Their impoverished stomachs were comforted at that moment, while Chen Jian and the others stood at the forefront of the crowd, tweaking the equipment just brought by Lei Jie.
A dozen minutes later, as people’s once-empty stomachs were gradually filled, the three screens at the front also lit up.
They curiously looked at this thing they had never seen before, then marveled as images appeared on the screen, and sounds emerged from a nearby black box....
.....
On the screen, flames flickered, and the sound of stone striking echoed.
Bizarre and peculiar savages cheered as they lit a bonfire, illuminating the dark and barren cave.
Two lines of subtitles emerged.
A farewell between man and ape.
Only a few stones ground, in childhood days.
The bonfire grew brighter, the furnace fire turned increasingly red.
And in the furnace, the red-hot pottery gradually hardened, and a rough ceramic piece was extracted from the fire.
The perspective followed the pottery’s transition, as it was cradled in hands and placed into the flowing great river.
Water overflowed, splashing onto the verdant seedlings covering the land.
Spring passed and autumn came, the seedlings gradually turned golden and were harvested with bronze-made "sickles," stacked in stone-built granaries.
With passing seasons, heavy snow fell.
People seeking warmth huddled in corners, throwing charcoal into the firepit.
The heated charcoal emitted a bright yellow glow, and alongside the flame’s outburst, sparks flew from hammered iron.
A warrior in armor wielded the iron piece, the angle pulling back to reveal a powerful military formation, the soldiers shouting in unison.
"Great wind! Great wind!"
The two armies clashed, blood splattered, where the chariots passed, the land was unified.
Shared scripts, standardized vehicles, the world united as one.
The empire’s embryo was born on this land, the Great Wall meandered, and foreign cavalry made no progress.
The sun rose and set, the declining empire was overthrown by a new king, and where the new king’s forces struck, young generals charged toward the Northern Desert.
Sweet wine poured into Jiuquan, soldiers watered horses by the lake.
Inscribing monuments in Yanran, sealing Langju, the northern border suddenly became peaceful.
Years and centuries flew by, in Chang’an City, lanterns shone bright, envoys from myriad nations paid homage to the Celestial Empire.
Fireworks bloomed over Chang’an City, and as they faded, the empire entered another cycle.
Women gathering silkworms picked up the adorable silkworms and extracted fine silk threads in boiling water.
Silk formed on the loom, soon packed onto horses’ backs to journey far from home.
This piece of silk witnessed the desert sands, towering snow mountains, turbulent waves, and the splendor of distant palaces.
The glistening silver returned along its path, bringing prosperity to the eastern empire, and also immense calamity.
Farmers with red headbands raised hoes and charged against the orderly rifle lines, blood staining the decaying ground.
Warships flying the "Zhiyuan" flag tilted and charged towards the enemy’s flagship, heroically sinking in the explosion.
An oppression and somber, bitter atmosphere persisted for a long while, almost draining the blood dry.
Until the gunfire from the Chu Wang Platform rang out.
The unstoppable Northern Expedition buried the empire, yet the struggle was far from over.
A red boat silently anchored on the water, a symbol appearing before everyone for the first time.
An unprecedented war still continued.
A general chewed wild grass in the icy land, a warrior leapt off a cliff, and in the fallen city, civilians were beheaded by invaders...
Amidst smoke and struggle, the resistant people never gave up.
Until a certain image appeared, the bullet-spitting gun became a pen signing surrender.
Soon, the red sun rose.
Steel clattered and roared in the factory, hammers swung, and molten iron flowed!
The flag with a white tiger was torn apart, and in the swirling sand, a sun many times larger than the one over Yuqing State rose on the Gobi Desert!
Rockets soared, adding a new shining star to the night sky.
Tunnel boring machines roared through mountains, bridges stretched across vast oceans.
Skyscrapers stood tall, new cities rose from the ground.
Underground was brightly lit, in gigantic circular settings, tiny particles collided.
The true "sun" was bound by invisible fields, its scorching light illuminating the future of civilization.
Aircrafts flew overhead, giant ships sailed the waters, shadows lurked below—unceasingly guarding this weather-beaten land...
----And then.
Is the unknown collapse.
The last call preserved within Facility 7025 almost became civilization’s final words.
"Are you still there?"
....
The screen dimmed as Chen Jian looked at the silent crowd.
The final question had actually already been answered.
He took a deep breath and firmly proclaimed:
"Look at me, and answer our common ancestors."
"We are still here!"
"We are still here!"
The crowd erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Chen Jian raised his hand and continued:
"We are the descendants of Huaxia, and we always will be."
"Today, after victory, I tell you who you are."
"From now on, we will use more victories..."
"To tell the world who we are!"
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