After Muti glanced around the courtyard, he cleared his throat and took the loudspeaker from the young government official.

"Dear representatives of the collective farms, I hope you can stay calm and listen to what I, Muti, have to say." Muti frowned slightly and raised his voice a few degrees. "Let me ask you, why would our lord, speaker, and high priest Saint Wulai lead us in carrying out land reform?"

The representatives in the court looked at each other, but no one dared to say a word - they really didn't understand.

"You don't know, so let me tell you." Muti glanced at the crowd again, "Before the lord led us, nearly 80% of Assyrian arable land was in the hands of the nobles, and the remaining 20% ​​was owned by the common people. In other words, in Assyria at that time, in addition to slaves, nearly 40% of the common people did not have land."

"How can they live without land? What can they eat? Therefore, these common people can only helplessly accept the exploitation and oppression of the aristocracy, and accept the extortion of the aristocracy. If you have heard, you must know that in some areas of Assyria, the rent of tenant farmers is often more than half of the annual harvest of cultivated land. In addition to the rent, they also need to pay heavy taxes. Don't you think so?"

"Yes." A representative nodded in agreement.

"During the period when Tianjuan invaded Assyria, the Assyrian population dropped sharply, farming regressed, and all industries declined. People in many areas were living in dire straits. It was the brave and fearless lord who led his army to drive away Tianjuan's army and rescued everyone from the dire straits. Then, the lord went against all odds and abolished the nobles and slaves. Most of the people present here gained their freedom. Am I right?" Muti asked again.

More representatives nodded. Muti was indeed right. If it weren't for the abolition order issued by Wu Lai, they would still be slaves now.

"But think about it, is freedom alone useful? At that time, you had no food and no clothes. It was the lord who asked the government to build collective farms for you, so that you had a place to live, clothes to wear, land to cultivate, and hope. But is Assyria peaceful now? No, there is still a war in the front. Every day, every moment, our warriors are fighting. They need food, weapons, and armor, because without these, they can't keep us safe and peaceful in the rear."

"Where do these military expenses come from? From taxes. But compare them. Are the taxes now more or less than before? They are less! Why is our population so much smaller now? The wars are bigger and longer than before, but the taxes are less? That's because under the instructions of the lord, Assyria's public income has been shared by everyone. Where does the public income come from? Does it fall from the sky? Of course not. It comes from public property. What does public property include? Land, shops, forestry, salt industry. By the way, in order to reduce everyone's burden, the lord has allocated his own Lun Salt Marsh Salt Factory, Lunwenton Tobacco Factory, and Assyrian Tobacco Factory to the government. And what about you? What have you done? Are you worthy of the lord by doing this?"

All the representatives nodded.

Wu Lai smiled bitterly and shook his head, then whispered to Mikoyan: "This Muti is good, he is good at speaking."

Mikoyan nodded and replied in a low voice, "Duncan's."

"No matter whose family it is, as long as it can get the job done," said Wu Lai.

Muti cleared his throat again: "Of course, some government officials in the government office were simple and rude in their work. I apologize to everyone on their behalf. I also apologize to everyone personally because I went to Annan for work a few days ago and failed to return in time, which caused trouble to everyone. I will not shirk this responsibility."

As soon as he finished speaking, he played the wooden loudspeaker and bowed deeply and respectfully to all the representatives in the courtyard.

After standing up, Muti raised the loudspeaker again: "In the new law promulgated by the lord, the protection of the integrity and inviolability of public property is equal to the protection of the integrity and inviolability of private property. In this incident, the collective farm reclaimed public land without knowing it. Our government thinks it can be forgiven. Before I came here just now, I held a short meeting with the personnel who handled this incident. In addition to deciding to make some corresponding compensation to the collective farm, we also plan to invite the collective farm to cooperate in reclaiming more wasteland. Do you have any opinions?"

After a moment's silence in the yard, there was a burst of warm applause.

"No objection!" a representative shouted.

Wu Lai raised a smile and gently pulled Mikoyan: "Let's go, there is nothing for us to do now, let's go back."

"Okay." Mikoyan nodded quickly. Muti solved the problem with a combination of defense and defense, which made him feel relieved.

In the evening, Muti received a notice from Wu Lai's messenger - Wu Lai would summon him on the Wu Lai tomorrow morning.

Upon receiving the news, Mu Ti excitedly rushed back to his house. After entering the house, he didn't even take a rest and went straight to the backyard.

There was only one man in the backyard. He looked a few years older than Muti and had a similar look to him. When Muti ran in, he was squatting in front of a pot of green plants, carefully pruning the branches and leaves.

"Brother." Muti walked up to the man with a smile, "Wuliglindo will summon me tomorrow, on the Wulai."

The man smiled and looked back: "I guessed it, he is actually here today."

"Really?" Mu Ti was stunned.

"I saw him. He was in the crowd at the door. He came with Mikoyan, and I was standing to the left of them."

"So that's how it is, brother. Your idea is really good. I was afraid it wouldn't work at first." Mu Ti said with a smile.

"This is just the first step." The man stood up slowly. "Muti, you have to remember that old Qi Yuan doesn't value our lineage, so we have to value ourselves. We want what he doesn't dare to ask for, so we do what he doesn't dare to do."

"That may take a long time." said Muti.

"Of course it takes time to achieve, but so what? Great journeys are accumulated step by step, and the same is true for Wulagrindo." The man said lightly, with a sneer on his face...

…

Hatra stood in front of the huge sand table with his arms folded, frowning in thought.

On the sand table is a panoramic view of the city of Menia. It can be seen that the houses and shops originally close to the city walls have been demolished and replaced by fences and trenches. There are also nearly a hundred more arrow towers in the city.

Judging from the layout, Hatra had made preparations for both situations. Once the city gate was breached, they would fight the Assyrian army between the fences and trenches. If even this line of defense was lost, the hundreds of extra arrow towers in the city and the visible and hidden forces deployed around it would also be able to cause the Assyrian army a great deal of trouble, and perhaps, they could even reverse the situation and occupy the city in one fell swoop.

Hatra still let an army out of the city, with a total of 10,500 people, half of whom were elite soldiers and half were old and weak. However, the main task of this army was to lure the enemy rather than fight, because Hatra believed that it was still necessary to confuse the Assyrian army to some extent. They could not be allowed to see through their combat intentions at a glance.

Hatra was in deep thought because during this period of time, he received reports every day that Assyrian troops were roaming around within tens to hundreds of miles around, but these Assyrian troops were reluctant to approach Menia - this was very intriguing because it seemed that these Assyrian troops were unwilling to attack the city.

As he was thinking, there were the sounds of hurried horse hooves, the sentry's shouts and scolding outside the tent door, and then, Hatra heard a familiar voice.

Humph, you actually dare to come back - when Hatra heard the voice, he was stunned, and then his eyes turned cold.

Then, a figure appeared in front of the tent door: "Ye Renwu, I pay my respects to His Majesty the King Wushuang."

"I was wondering who had the guts to break into my camp. It turned out to be Night Blade Dancer." Hatra raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. "Assyria is full of lights and wine, and you are willing to come back?"

Ye Renwu was stunned. Although Hatra had a reputation for being domineering and arrogant, he always treated her with courtesy. But his current attitude was a little abnormal.

But Ye Jianwu didn't care about that anymore. After stepping into the room, he asked directly, "Your Highness, King Wushuang, did someone instigate you to change the layout?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Instigating? Who?" Hatra asked with a sneer.

Ye Renwu frowned, "Your Majesty, when we parted in Assyria, I told you that Menia should not be defended, and we should engage in guerrilla warfare with the enemy in the mountains outside the city. But what I see now is that we are defending the city. Your Majesty, this arrangement is inappropriate."

"What's wrong with this? Is it necessary to station troops outside the city and let the enemy divide, surround and annihilate us one by one?" Hatra asked in return.

"Divide and surround? Are our soldiers all fools? If the enemy is strong, we retreat; if the enemy is weak, we attack. Menia's terrain is complex and there are many passages. How can we divide and surround the enemy?" asked Ye Renwu.

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"That's true, but what if someone deliberately let them get into the enemy's encirclement?" Hartela walked to the big chair, shook his robe, and sat down.

"Your Highness King Wushuang, what do you mean by this?" Ye Renwu frowned.

"It's nothing, I just feel that your coming and going are very strange. By the way, why didn't the Saint Wulai High Priest and Lord keep you?" Hatra asked.

"Your Highness King Wushuang, I escaped back." Ye Renwu gritted her teeth. How could she not guess Hatra's suspicion now?

"Escape?" Hatra slapped the armrest of the chair, "Ye Ren Wu, do you really think I'm a fool? Someone come!"

"Here!" Several guards in the tent responded in unison.

Ye Renwu was startled, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "King Wushuang, what are you going to do?"

Hatla narrowed his eyes and sneered, pointing at Night Blade Dance: "Capture this traitor for me."

"How dare you, King Wushuang!" Ye Renwu took two steps back and reached behind his waist. Two bronze daggers were already in his hands. Several guards in the tent drew their swords and surrounded him. Warnings and calls for assembly were also heard outside the tent.

"It is my duty to arrest traitors. Why should I not dare?" Hatra laughed grimly. "Night Blade Dancer, you have received the emperor's grace, but you have colluded with the enemy chieftain. If I don't arrest you, who else should I arrest?"

"Nonsense! I, Ye Renwu, am loyal to Tianjuan, and everyone can see it. How could I betray him?" Ye Renwu said anxiously.

"Capture him!" Hatra swung his right hand fiercely, and several guards immediately stepped forward. A dozen soldiers rushed in from outside the tent, and they drew their swords together and forced Ye Renwu into the sword circle.

Ye Renwu's eyes turned completely cold. Not only did the Hatra people outnumber him, but even if he fought his way out of the encirclement, he would surely be labeled a traitor.

"King Wushuang, you want to kill me today, right?" Ye Renwu asked, holding his right dagger horizontally.

"Not killing, just capturing." Hatra raised a smile and took out a roll of brocade from his arms, "Ye Blade Dance, capturing you is His Majesty's wish."

"What?" Ye Jianwu's eyes were filled with surprise...

…

"Commander Pompey, we finally meet again." Sales smiled and greeted Pompey who dismounted from his horse.

"Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time. You, Knight Sarres, look even more heroic." Pompey said with a smile, and then greeted Bailey and Pudong. He saw a handsome man in his thirties with a general's medal on his shoulders behind them, smiling gently, so he asked Sarres, "Who is this?"

"This..." Just as Sarres was about to introduce himself, the man took two steps forward: "Master Sarres, let me introduce myself."

Sareth smiled and nodded.

The man smiled at Pompey and said, "Hello, Commander Pompey. I am Isaac Bei, the commander of the Third Division of Annan, Isaac Bedriel."

"Hello." Pompey was startled, wondering why this person spoke so softly. Just as he was stunned, he saw Isabelle stretched out her hand towards him, so he stretched out his hand as well. When they shook hands, he felt something smooth in his hand. He quickly looked closely and saw that the five slender fingers were as smooth as a woman's. He was startled again, and when he looked up at Isabelle, he happened to see that Isabelle's cheeks were flushed.

Pompey quickly retracted his hand, and Isabelle glanced at him again before retreating behind Sareth.

Pu Tong at the side chuckled, walked up to Pompeii and winked at him, then lowered his voice and said, "I seem to have heard that you like this tune?"

"Nonsense." Pompey glared at Pu Tong unhappily, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at Isabel, and his eyes collided with Isabel's who happened to be looking over...

He is so handsome—they both thought at the same time.