Chapter 478: Continue to pretend? (5400 words long, please vote and subscribe)
At noon, three small boats with dozens of people arrived in front of the river valley dam. A gap had been dug downstream of the dam, so that the silted river water began to flow again, and the turbid river water, carrying muddy sand, gushed out from the cracks of countless boulders.
Dozens or hundreds of turbulent water columns formed on the side downstream of the dam. The lower you go, the greater the water pressure. Because the dam began to release floodwaters, large and small whirlpools formed on the water surface of the upstream lake mouth. This was all caused by the siphon phenomenon, and these whirlpools were exactly Luo Chong's real purpose.
Why did Luo Chong ask people to dig the mud and sand downstream? He couldn't just dig the dam directly. At most, he could dig out some gaps, but it was these gaps that kept spraying water that could suck the things on the upstream water surface into the gaps of the underwater dam, and this was exactly what Luo Chong needed.
The three boats did not approach the dam rashly. At this time, the canyon upstream of the dam was full of whirlpools. The small sampan they were riding on was likely to be destroyed and killed as soon as they approached. Therefore, Luo Chong just asked people to stop the boat in front of the canyon from a distance, and then raised a large flag to signal the rescue team stationed downstream.
Seeing the large flag raised upstream, the people downstream quickly climbed onto the dam from the side of the canyon, and then waved the flag to Luo Chong, and then ran away quickly, shouting to the people downstream as they ran.
"Quick, go back to the station, the leader is here, the dam is going to explode, go back to the station and hide."
Upon hearing this, everyone took their tools and ran to a small hill full of big trees on the shore to take refuge. They had been stationed again for nearly half a month, just to wait for this day, so as not to be washed away by the upstream flood. Everyone tied the ropes they brought to the surrounding tree trunks, which looked like a huge spider web from a distance, and then everyone stood in a grid, trying to fix their bodies firmly.
On the three boats upstream, two boats pulled a thick hemp rope and rowed to the two sides of the canyon. The rope was tied to the protruding stone pillars on the cliff, and a rope was pulled to block the river in the 70-80 meter wide canyon. Then the boat was tied to it firmly to prevent it from being washed into the muddy riverbed downstream by the rushing flood when the flood was released.
On the boat inside the canyon, Luo Chong was also tinkering with something. Nian Mao and Zhan Ying beside him stared at Luo Chong busying around, wondering why he ran here to cook on the water at this time.
Yes, Luo Chong looked like he was cooking .
There were not many people on this boat, only 13, but it was loaded with many round ceramic jars. The jars were divided into two colors, the red one was filled with nitric acid, and the white one was filled with concentrated glycerin. Luo Chong was now mixing the contents of the two jars, and it really looked like he was cooking.
There was no other way. Luo Chong was helpless. Nitroglycerin was extremely sensitive and would explode directly if it encountered a larger collision. It was far less safe than solidified TNT. However, it was difficult to detonate a pile of TNT in the water because he did not have a detonator.
Therefore, on the way here, Luo Chong stored nitric acid and concentrated glycerin separately. As long as there was no leakage, there would be no danger. When it was time to use it, he could just temporarily prepare it. And Luo Chong had always done so before.
"Chief Han, didn't you say you wanted to move those stones? The stones are still piled there, but you are cooking here. I know what you want to do, but even if you are full now, you certainly can't move those stones."
Zhan Mao looked at the two colored jars in front of Luo Chong, one filled with yellow transparent mucus, and the other contained "water" with a slight white smoke. Luo Chong was holding a spoon made of the same material as the jar, scooping a spoonful of transparent water into the yellow mucus, and then stirring it with a white ceramic stick, and then repeating this process over and over again. He thought in his heart that Luo Chong was going to make some food that could give him supernatural powers, so he said this to Luo Chong.
But Luo Chong ignored him, just chuckled, waved his hand, then pointed at the jar, then pointed at the water under the boat, and finally, when the jar was full, he took a lid to seal the jar. That was not the end. He covered the jar with a layer of white cloth, tied it with a rope, and finally wrapped it with wet mud. Then he took a net bag to put the jar in, and tied it with a rope, performing a live performance of what it means to be tied up.
Looking at Luo Chong's gestures, Zhan Mao opened his mouth, as if he suddenly realized something.
"Oh! So this is not for people to eat, but a sacrifice to the river god, just like the human sacrifice of the Zhan tribe a while ago. This thing tied up with five flowers is going to be thrown into the water, but it is so tightly tied, can the river god still eat it?"
Zhan Mao thought he understood Luo Chong's intention, but he didn't agree in his heart. He felt that such a thing might be useless. The river god would not easily help humans. This was the case with the Zhan tribe and the Han tribe.
In this way, everyone waited for nearly an hour. Nian Mao was a little impatient, but he still endured it. After all, it takes a long time to prepare for the sacrifice to the gods. He only hated Luo Chong for not preparing the sacrifice in advance in the camp if he wanted to sacrifice, but came here to waste time.
Luo Chong was not easy either. He really didn't dare to let others do this kind of delicate work. He could accept the bombing of a few people, but it was not easy to collect these raw materials. It took half a year to make such a small amount of things. They were all accumulated slowly by the Han tribe in the past.
Looking at the ten jars that were finally made, Luo Chong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was still the end of winter. Although it was noon, the canyon was not directly exposed to the sun, so it was still very cold here. But in such an environment, Luo Chong still broke out in a sweat. He was too nervous.
Seeing that Luo Chong had finally finished his work, Nian Mao wanted to say something again, but Luo Chong quickly raised a finger in front of his mouth and shushed him, then waved his hand to tell him not to speak. For a moment, everyone on the boat held their breath and dared not make a sound. The atmosphere suddenly became weird.
In the dark canyon, more than a dozen people sat on the boat without saying a word, quietly holding this weird "sacrifice".
But what surprised Nian Mao was that the "sacrifice" did not have any exaggerated ceremony. He only saw Luo Chong put the jars that had been made for more than an hour into the water one by one.
The jars were a few centimeters larger than basketballs. There were ten jars in total, and each jar was filled with most of the nitroglycerin, weighing about seven or eight kilograms, which was about seventy kilograms in total. This was all the storage of the Han tribe for many years.
They just went up and down with the flow, floating all the way to the dam downstream. At this time, Luo Chong no longer acted mysterious and immediately shouted to everyone on the boat, "Run, row upstream, and leave the canyon."
Everyone received the order, and ten people stood on the left and right of the wooden boat. They picked up the oars and rowed hard until they were out of the canyon. Then they found a protruding low rock and climbed up on it. They tied the wooden boat firmly in the crevice of the rock, and then squatted on the rock under the guidance of Luo Chong, covering their ears and looking at the dam in the distance.
Next to Luo Chong, Nian Mao and Zhan Ying were confused the whole time. They didn't know what Luo Chong was doing. But they saw Luo Chong and the others were all staring at the white jars floating in the water, so they followed them to look.
The canyon was not very long, only about 300 meters. Luo Chong threw the jars into the water in the 100 meters near the inside. The water flow was still relatively calm in the middle 100 meters, but within a few dozen meters in front of the dam, there were whirlpools everywhere.
The white jars were floating in the turbid yellow water, which was very eye-catching. They floated all the way, ups and downs, until they were in front of the dam, and were suddenly sucked into the water by the whirlpools. The speed of the water flow suddenly accelerated, and the ten sealed jars were caught in the whirlpools and rushed heavily to the gaps under the dam, trying to rush downstream through those gaps.
However, the water passed, but the jars could not get through the gaps. They were hit by the water flow and hit the cracks of the dam. In an instant, the huge impact immediately triggered the high explosives inside.
Boom boom—
a huge roar resounded through the canyon. Ten depth charges were detonated almost at the same time. The waves were more than ten meters high, washing over the cliffs on both sides and breaking through the boulder dam that blocked the mighty river water from flowing downward. Countless huge rocks were instantly blown to pieces, mercilessly hitting the cliffs on both sides and the muddy river beach downstream.
When the ten-meter-high water column fell again, everyone finally saw the situation in front of the dam. The boulder dam, which originally spanned 70 to 80 meters, immediately collapsed into a gap of more than 30 meters after the violent explosion. The river water that had been accumulated for half a year finally found a breakthrough point downward again, carrying countless gravel and mud and rushing out of the gap, forming a waterfall extending outward on the other side of the dam.
I don't know how many cubic meters of river water hit the cracked riverbed downstream, nourishing this river valley that had lost its water source for half a year.
After half a year, the water level finally dropped. Floods also occurred downstream. Some of the riverbed overflowed at the exit of the canyon. Fortunately, the water flow was not blocked, so not many places were flooded. At least the rescue team's station downstream was still in a safe area.
And Nian Mao and Zhan Ying, who were beside Luo Chong, were dumbfounded at this moment, staring at the thrilling scene just now with their mouths wide open. The violent explosion and the roar of the flood hitting the earth still echoed repeatedly in the canyon, mercilessly impacting their eardrums and nerves.
The stone is gone!
The water is released!
"Han, Han leader, just now, was that the river god? What did you offer to the river god? Do you know witchcraft? Can you communicate with the river god?"
Nian Mao finally came back to his senses. He had been staying beside Luo Chong just now, and saw Luo Chong prepare some "sacrifices" and put them in the water. Then those sacrifices sank into the water, and then there was a loud noise comparable to thunder, and then a water column thicker than a house surged up. When the water column fell again, the dam that no one could shake was opened.
Yes, this must be divine power. This young Han leader offered something good to the river god, and then borrowed the power of the river god. Yes, it must be like this.
However, Luo Chong did not answer him according to his thoughts, but gestured to him with contempt and pride.
"River god? What the hell is the river god? If it dares not to listen to the public, I will blow it up!"
Damn! This little leader of the Han tribe is even more powerful than the river god. He said he would kill the river god and he would kill the river god. Then who is he? Could it be a god more powerful than the river god?!
Nian Mao was shocked, and he looked at Luo Chong with awe. He didn't even dare to look Luo Chong in the eye again. He was deeply impressed by the domineering attitude Luo Chong had just shown.
At this time, Luo Chong's own tribesmen also began to kneel down and worship Luo Chong spontaneously.
"Long live the leader!"
"Long live the Han Dynasty!"
These young men came from different tribes. After joining Hanyang City, they learned a lot of legendary stories about the leaders' ability to open mountains under the influence of the elders. Although some people said that it was just a very powerful thing made by the leader, it was also something that only the leader could do. If it were someone else, would you be able to do it? Can you do it? So this did not affect their infinite worship of the leader.
However, these ten people were not the first group of Han tribe members. They had heard the story of Luo Chong opening the mountain, but no one had seen the spectacular scene. At this moment, they witnessed the process of the leader creating another miracle. They were all convinced and sang loudly to praise the leader.
However, Nian Mao could not understand what "Long live the leader" and "Long live the Han" meant. He only saw other people kneeling and shouting at Luo Chong as if they were worshipping gods. Out of human instinct and deep respect for Luo Chong, Nian Mao did not hesitate to kneel on the ground and bow his head, although he did not know what he was doing.
Is this the real ritual part of the sacrifice?
Zhan Ying was no exception. Her former leader had knelt, so she could not stand. Everyone prostrated at Luo Chong's feet.
In this way, Luo Chong's goal was achieved. He frightened Nian Mao. When he returned, even if he robbed his Nian tribe, he would not dare to fart.
The people stayed on the rocks like this, waiting for two days. When they were hungry, they ate some dry food, and when they were thirsty, they drank some clean water they brought. It was not that Luo Chong did not want to leave, but because the downstream flood discharge caused the water flow here to be too fast. If they wanted to go back, they had to row against the current. Several people could not row fast at all, and it was easy to be swept downstream by the flood.
In two days, the river water that had accumulated for half a year began to drop at a speed visible to the naked eye, one meter, two meters, three meters, and dropped by five or six meters . The wooden boat that Luo Chong had tied to the side was completely stranded on the muddy shore at this time.
But this is not a big problem. The small boat has its advantages. A few people can push it back into the water with a push.
Following Luo Chong's command, everyone rowed to the canyon again, and together with the other two wooden boats, went downstream to pick up the rescue team members for evacuation.
It took several trips to go there, and it was the same when going back.
Due to the drop in water level, the places where boats could be rowed directly have now become exposed land. Even many fish are stranded on the muddy land, struggling with their mouths open and closed, trying to resist the uncomfortable feeling of suffocation.
It is impossible to row to the original "island". Now it has become a small hill not far from the shore. Below the hill is a large expanse of flat land. At this time, these flat lands are muddy and covered with a whole layer of mud and sand that has surged from the river. Everyone can only park the wooden boat on the bank of the river and walk towards the original camp with one foot deep and one foot shallow. However, they did not expect that those tribesmen who saw the drop in water level have already run down to move around.
They were at the foot of the mountain, in puddles, in tree holes, picking up fish,
etc. When the two sides met, they knew that the Han tribe's fleet had taken away the fourth batch of Nian tribe immigrants. Now there are 100 Han tribe members and less than 50 Nian tribe members in the camp on the mountain. The other 1,200 people of the Nian tribe have all been transported to Hanyang City. It is said that the fleet will be back soon.
At this time, Nian Mao suddenly didn't want to leave. These flat lands that have been soaked in water for half a year are covered with silt from the river and rotten remains of plants and animals. It is the most fertile time of the land. There is no need to cultivate or open up wasteland. Just sprinkle a handful of seeds and you can harvest new food in midsummer. If they had known that Luo Chong could really lower the water level, they would not have run away.
But it is useless to regret now. Most of their tribesmen have been abducted by Luo Chong. There are only less than 50 tribesmen left. What can they do? It is impossible to transport people back. Now the only place to go is to follow Luo Chong back to their Han tribe, but what about the future?
"Come with me to the Han tribe and join us. I will let you be the patriarch of the clan. I will teach you more advanced planting methods. You can settle in one place forever and don't have to migrate frequently. How about that?" Luo Chong held an empty white jar in his hand, as if he would blow you up to the sky if he disagreed with you.
Of course, it was empty. He brought the jar just to remind Nian Mao not to forget what happened two days ago. Resistance will not end well.
"God of the Han tribe, I am willing to lead the tribe to join your tribe."
Forced to do so, Nian Mao had to give up all his ideas and kneel at Luo Chong's feet to offer his loyalty. He had no choice. He didn't know where the Han tribe was, but most of his people were in the Han tribe. The deer that left the group could only be torn apart and eaten by wolves, and the more than one hundred men of the Han tribe around him were the cunning wolves.
"Well, I'm not a god, I'm a child of heaven. You can call me the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, or you can call me Chief. From now on, you are the head of the Zhan family of our Han tribe, and your name is still Zhan Mao." Luo Chong patted his shoulder happily, and then pulled him up. He who knows the times is a hero. Well, this guy is relatively obedient.
Just after Luo Chong pulled Zhan Mao up, he thought that this guy was relatively obedient, but he didn't expect that he would go back on his words and immediately gave Luo Chong a suggestion for the sake of the Han tribe.
"Chief, Chief, now that the water has receded, the mud here is so flat and fertile, why don't we grow food here? We will definitely be able to harvest for several years in a row. When the time comes, just sow some seeds and it can feed several tribes like ours."
"You want to stay here and farm, but what about the people? Are you going to rely on so few people?" Luo Chong frowned and asked.
"There are not enough people here, but this place is close to the water, and it is convenient for the Han tribe to come here. We can use the boat to bring back the tribesmen who have been sent away. I guarantee that the food grown here will be enough to feed many people. When the food is harvested, the leader can send people to take away the excess food. This is also for the good of our Han tribe. With us growing rice here, we can feed so many more people." Zhan Mao looked sincere and tried to plead with Luo Chong.
Humph - do you think I am a fool?
Luo Chong looked at Zhan Mao's performance coldly.
(End of this chapter)
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