This night in Cape Town was destined to be recorded in history.
As the war dragged on, the next two days would probably be recorded in history as well … As for whether it would be recorded as "the darkness before the revolution" or "the Night of Crystal, the disgrace of history", it would depend on who would emerge victorious in the end.
The victorious side could say whatever they wanted, but the defeated side could only use it as an excuse … and most of it was an excuse that no one would remember.
Even though Feng had been giving out orders calmly, he was actually panicking in his heart.
He knew very well that he was taking a huge gamble. Before he made up his mind, he didn't even know how much power the Aishi People had in this place, and his opponent was the entire city.
Not the entire city in a broad sense. He knew that even though he had a high reputation among the young people, compared to the tribal chiefs who had experienced the great migration for hundreds of years, he didn't have much of an impression of the traditions and the thoughts of the elders.
"Feng? Oh, that young man from the Greyhound Tribe. I remember that his father is a mason, and he has good skills. He rose to power in just ten years. What an amazing young man. "
Feng saw the old cleaner at the docks commenting on him. That old man was so old that he could only work for three hours a day, but he still dared to scold him for not taking the initiative to greet him.
The reason? It wasn't because he was on good terms with his elders, but because he had heard of his ancestors when he was young, and he felt that he was just an elder.
If it was a warlord, he would probably be killed on the spot … But then again, if he really met a warlord with a group of bodyguards and thugs behind him, that old man probably wouldn't even dare to speak.
One of the characteristics of the long-lived species was that they would suffer for their pride, and they were stubborn in sticking to tradition.
Feng knew that if he wanted to climb up the social ladder, he would need to rely on his bloodline and experience. The elders would look down on him. He had earned his reputation among the younger generation. But in the entire tribe, this long-lived tribe, how many young people were there? Others might not know, but Feng knew that more than 70% of the tribes were still living in the depths of the wilderness.
The hard work of two generations of castellans had allowed the castellan of Cape Town to not only be the owner of the city, but also the spiritual leader of all the people of the wastelands. It was still impossible for him to be the real leader since the people here were used to the tribal system. In the eyes of the people of the wastelands, Cape Town was just one of the largest tribes.
Common sense was the hardest to change. Even if Feng was promoted, in the eyes of the West Mo people of the wilderness, he would only be the leader of the Horned Elephant tribe.
In this tribe, there were many people who were older and more famous than him. Even though those people had degenerated into warlords and landlords, in the eyes of those elders and elders, they were still more important than the "young" him.
"… Number four, seven, twelve on the list … You must …"
After hesitating for a while, Feng finally made up his mind. At this moment, he had no way out. If he took another step back, he would fall into a bottomless abyss.
"… You must get rid of them."
Rorschach smiled and did not say anything else. He handed Su Nanna over and gave her the bolded names on the list to deal with.
"If she can't do it, then no one in this city can."
After comforting Feng and telling him the truth, Rorschach looked into the distance.
It was dawn, and order had arrived along with the light. The warlords suffered a great loss in the night and were probably reorganizing now.
The Aishi People's biggest advantage was that no one expected their appearance. Or rather, their appearance was so timely and fatal.
However, when the warlords fought each other for power in the man-made night of chaos, the Aishi army could easily defeat them or assassinate the warlord's leader.
The warlords and tribal leaders were autocratic political systems. While they had the advantage of having a high degree of authority, they were also faced with the downside. Once the top leader died, the entire system would collapse from top to bottom.
What Feng needed to do was to find the warlords' deputies, high-ranking officials, and internal officials. Whether it was through coercion or bribery, he could force them to come out and reorganize the defeated warlords.
As he walked, the Aishi People's frontline suddenly had a vanguard of almost 30,000 people (fake army). Behind Feng, there were also more than 30 people.
Some of them were covered in blood, some of them were wearing feathers and grass skirts. They looked like native shamans … Yep, she really looked like a shaman who had just performed a dance.
Rorschach also re-evaluated Feng's influence in this city. At least, his "persuasion" had never failed before. He only found out later that Feng's first sentence was secretly pointing at the "Aishi People's Representative" behind him. He said, "They wish for Cape Town to be unified, and I will be the leader. If you don't agree, I will send you to see your leader now."
The fox was using the tiger's might to intimidate others. Who could say for sure?
What Feng did was to bring the high-ranking officials behind him and let the scattered troops move forward together.
Furthermore, these were only the ones who were lucky enough to survive the chaos … Although there were quite a number of them who survived, they really scattered after a battle. They surrendered immediately when the situation was bad. Instead of saying that they were warlords, they were more like gangsters with no fighting spirit.
The scattered troops that were forced to move forward were useless on the battlefield. Instead, they could easily disrupt the formation of the warlords.
But the quality of the warlords' troops … Most of the time, they were like goblins. They were only good at fighting battles and chaotic battles. When they met a well-organized army, they would shrink back. When they met an enemy that was several times their size, they would scatter without even fighting.
It wasn't that they couldn't fight. Being a veteran, coupled with their racial talents, they still had some individual combat prowess. It was just that the soldiers under the warlords were mobile to begin with. They fought every day, and it had already become a habit for them to surrender when the situation wasn't good. In any case, there was no difference in eating in that restaurant.
At this moment, Feng didn't care about his reputation. The corpses and limbs of the warlords were hanging at the frontline. This was a real threat.
Feng's strategy was effective against the toughest opponents.
He did not go for the real threats. Instead, he went for the weak-willed ones.
Many of the warlords became the warlords because they needed a leader in that district. Feng Yu was the most suitable choice at that time. Not everyone had the ambition to fight for the position of the City Lord.
But when these people became the warlords, some of them changed their minds. Most of them were still waiting for death. But they had no way out. A plucked phoenix was no better than a chicken. The warlords who lost their troops were like gang members who were chased out of the gang. They were bound to die.
Some of these people were doing well, but some of them were not doing well. When Feng approached them, some of them even chose to surrender under his overwhelming combat power (those scattered soldiers seemed to be overwhelming).
Rorschach and Feng Yu's army was getting bigger and bigger, but their combat strength was getting lower. The situation was too chaotic, and they couldn't even give out orders.
But under the current situation, it was enough.
The lower ranked soldiers of the warlords had no moral integrity. Under the leadership of some of their subordinates, they surrendered faster than anyone else.
The middle ranked officers and officers had no loyalty. They had a certain level of political acumen and knew the background and power of Cape Town. It was obvious that whoever the Aishi People supported could be promoted. The reason why no one was promoted was because the Aishi People wanted the situation to continue.
Roxia had overestimated Feng's reputation and underestimated the power of custom and the people of Eich … Looking at how Roxia was able to defeat everyone in his path, he had almost believed that Feng was the one everyone supported.
The arrival of dawn didn't stop the Aishi from going berserk. Instead, it made the situation worse.
When the two warlords announced their surrender, everyone knew that the night was over.
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