We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Zhao Laoshuan carefully hid the bag of corn that fell from the sky in a broken clay pot in the cellar.

He was still worried, so he picked up a shovel, dug another hole in the cellar, and buried the body in it, then covered it tightly with firewood.

After doing all this, Zhao Laoshuan felt his heart still pounding.

He didn't dare say anything, and quietly slipped out of the house with a heart full of doubts, wanting to see what the situation on the street was like.

Just as he reached the alley, a gust of wind blew overhead, and a light piece of paper swirled and landed right at his feet.

Zhao Laoshuan bent down to pick it up, and saw several black shadows passing by in the sky out of the corner of his eye.

Citizens all over the city were pointing to the sky and exclaiming, and some even prostrated themselves before the spherical objects in the sky.

Zhao Laoshuan also looked at the hot air balloon for a long time before he remembered that this piece of paper seemed to have been thrown down from that thing in the sky, so he quickly looked down.

The paper was rough and had large characters written on it in thick ink.

He stared at it for a long time, and felt that the characters were square and somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember how to pronounce them.

He tried hard to recall and finally remembered that his elder brother had taught him this word.

That’s the word “Feng”, the “Feng” of Fengjun!

Zhao Laoshuan's heart skipped a beat.

He clumsily turned the paper over and saw a lot of densely packed small words on the back.

But he couldn't recognize any of the small characters on it. It was like reading a book written in a foreign language.

He only knew the word "冯" (Feng) because his elder brother had told him before he left home:

If you want to go to Fengguo, just go north. As long as you see this word written on the flag on the city wall, you will be safe.

At this time, many people on the street had already picked up these fallen pieces of paper.

The common people, like Zhao Laoshuan, were bewildered and asked each other:

"What's written on it?"

"Is it a government notice?"

"How could it be a government notice? I think it's the will of the gods!"

Zhao Laoshuan immediately said, "How is that possible? I know that big character. It's 'Feng'!"

Hearing this, the people were shocked and asked, "So, the gods are on the side of the Fengtian Army?"

"Hush! Don't you dare say such things!"

During war, people's nerves become sensitive and any slight disturbance will make people feel uneasy.

"Oh, the village head!" Someone suddenly woke up, "Village Head Wang can read! Let him read to us!"

The crowd quickly surrounded the old headman who lived at the end of the street.

The old village head used to be a minor official in the countryside for several years. Although he is old now, he is quite famous among the neighbors and has achieved the position of village head.

Urged by everyone, the old headman took the piece of paper tremblingly and held it close to his eyes.

He squinted his eyes, trying to decipher each word, his lips moving:

"Anyone who...anyone who holds this order will be safe and sound after the city is conquered..."

After reading it, the old village chief was stunned and read it again in disbelief.

The street fell into a dead silence for a moment, and then a huge buzzing sound broke out:

"Safe and sound? You mean... if we have this piece of paper, the Fengtian Army won't kill us if they invade?"

"It's a life-saving talisman. This is a life-saving talisman given by the king!"

"Quick! Pick it up and put it away!"

"Fuck you, that's mine!"

"Bring it to you!"

"Don't rush, don't rush, there are still plenty on the ground!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated, and they all bent down to pick up the leaflets scattered on the ground, as if they were snatching some rare treasure.

Zhao Laoshuan also tightly grasped the paper in his hand, his palms full of sweat.

He suddenly remembered that he had parents, wife and children at home, and he only had a flyer in his hand.

Looking at the streets again, they were already in chaos, with countless people frantically scrambling for leaflets scattered on the streets.

Zhao Laoshuan is an honest farmer and not very strong. How can he rob these people?

At this moment, he suddenly saw the trembling old headman.

The old village head felt his gaze and seemed to realize something: "Zhao Laoshuan...you boy, I used to hold you in my arms when we were little...Hey hey hey!"

After a while, Zhao Laoshuan happily took the two flyers and went home.

. . . . . .

Soon, a leaflet picked up by a soldier was brought to Dugu Hong.

Dugu Hong looked at the straightforward words above, and felt a fishy and sweet taste rising up his throat, and his vision went dark.

Everyone saw his body swaying and he almost fell down, so they hurriedly supported him.

"General!"

Dugu Hong forced himself to suppress his surging anger and blood, his face livid. "What a vicious... What a vicious plot! You traitor to the Feng State, you are trying to destroy the morale of our army and the people!"

A deputy general below said urgently, "General, this list must not be circulated! If the entire city's military and civilian population knew about it, who would be willing to defend the city with all their heart? It must be confiscated immediately!"

Another general echoed, "Right! And the food can't be hidden by the people either. We have to take it all back!"

Dugu Hong took a deep breath and shouted, "Pass the order, martial law is in effect throughout the city!"

"Confiscate all leaflets fired into the city by the Fengtian Army. No one is allowed to read them, hide them, or distribute them!"

"Anyone found to be holding this treasure, whether military or civilian, will be executed without mercy!"

"Here!"

Dugu Hong pondered for a moment and then spoke again:

"Also, send soldiers to go door to door and seize all the food thrown in by the Fengtian Army and store it in the warehouse."

Dugu Hong was very clear-headed. He knew that at this point, there was no possibility for him to win back the people's hearts.

Instead of wasting time competing with Li Che for the hearts of the people, it would be better to be more thorough and completely abandon the people of Luoyang City.

The order was quickly passed down, and fully armed soldiers took to the streets and began to snatch food and leaflets from the people.

For a moment, the little hope that had just emerged in Luoyang City due to food and life-saving talismans was once again replaced by even more severe fear.

. . . . . .

On the other side, Li Che watched the hot air balloon return safely through the telescope, with a smile on his face.

Fortunately, movable type printing and papermaking had already developed to a high level, otherwise it would have been impossible to produce so many leaflets in such a short period of time.

This kind of public opinion war may have been the first time that the ancients had seen it, but Li Che came from the information age and had seen too much of it.

In that era, whoever controlled public opinion was the powerful one.

Yelu He could no longer suppress his fighting spirit and stepped forward to ask for orders: "Your Majesty! The strategy of attacking the heart has been launched. The city will surely be in chaos. I beg for your permission to seize the opportunity and attack the city!"

Li Che shook his head and said leisurely: "Why fight? You've walked such a long way, aren't you tired?"

Yelu He immediately replied, "Serving Your Highness, I will not be tired!"

"Get lost!" Li Che cursed with a smile, "You are not tired, but I am."

"Pass the order down. All camps must strictly guard the fortress. No one is allowed to attack without my order."

"Let the soldiers rest well and recuperate."

Seeing Yelu He's puzzled expression, Li Che patiently explained, "A knife needs to cut slowly to hurt the flesh. The enemy has lost their morale. We will just have to wait and see."

Although Yelu He did not understand what he meant, he still bowed and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."