I want to be a warlord

From the moment the old black man in Taoist robes started to take the stage, the flashing lights around him never stopped.

Reporters: We haven’t seen anything like this before!

Reporters: Damn it, I’ve never seen this scene before!

Below, Leader Li, Weng Kelin, the vice president of the import and export company, Lao Hou and other Chinese people watching were all dumbfounded.

Many people raised their hands and rubbed their eyes. Damn it, all the steps are so familiar, but that black skin is so dazzling.

However, looking at this attitude, Leader Li, Weng Kelin and others also breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Zhen's work is indeed reliable!

This old man is obviously not an ordinary person. Since he is a local wearing a Taoist robe to serve as the priest of this river god ceremony, it means that Wang Zhen has indeed reached unity with the locals. There will be no religious conflicts at least in Najishot. .

After putting down the worries in my heart, I looked at the River God Festival and suddenly found it interesting.

The priest called for the sacrifice, and the six black men standing next to him immediately walked towards the altar in pairs, carrying the three sacrifices.

The black people have a solemn expression on their faces. When it comes to matters such as sacrifices, black people have always been very focused and solemn, changing their careless look in the past.

To the beat of the drums, the six people walked backwards onto the high platform.

The black priest shouted again: "Let go!"

After four gongs and drums sounded, the six black men placed the three animal sacrifices on the table.

"Row!"

The six people walked six steps in a row, and the priest shouted again: "Turn!"

The six people turned around, faced the audience, and stood with their backs to the altar.

The priest shouted again: "Shaman reset!"

Suddenly, five gongs and drums sounded, and two black men walked out of the crowd again. This time they were dressed as local shamans. I don't know what it is talking about.

After the two shamans finished singing and dancing, the black priest shouted again: "Priest, okay!"

The gongs and drums sounded again, and after nine consecutive blasts, Wang Zhen walked out of the crowd, still walking along the central axis of the altar step by step to stand in front of the altar.

The black priest shouted: "Twist the incense!"

Wang Zhen picked up the long incense on the table and lit it. This incense cannot be blown out with the mouth. After shaking his hand for a while, Wang Zhen held the incense and bowed down before inserting the incense behind the incense burner and standing upright.

The black priest shouted: "Sacrificial wine!"

Wang Zhen filled three wine glasses with Erguotou and stood up.

"Ode to the Sacrifice!"

"The River God is above, I borrowed the land of Nagishot, and came to the water of the Kidepo River. In order to inherit the people's wishes and gather the people's hopes, I led the people to worship in front of him and present this sacrificial inscription: Chaos Begins. , there is heaven and earth, the sky is connected with the sun and the moon, the earth flows with rivers, irrigates the soil, breeds black life, red mountains and green waters..."

After the sacrifice began, thousands of people in the audience watched with solemn faces. No one would smile playfully at this time, especially black people like Nansu.

Black people have participated in countless sacrificial activities, but they have never experienced such a grand and solemn sacrifice. This scene alone made them feel that they had never seen it before.

After all, when it comes to productivity, ancient China was worthy of the name of the divine state. Naturally, various sacrificial activities had the human and financial resources to be carried out with great grandeur and grandeur. They were not comparable to the single tribes in Africa with a population of only more than 10,000.

In addition, during this process, no one could understand what was being shouted at all. The syllables they heard were very short, but the sound was loud, which naturally made them more pious.

This also includes Kiel.

What happened to the president?

There is no saying in Africa that spirituality is not allowed, and the president believes this too!

On the contrary, when Leader Li, Weng Kelin and others in the front row heard Wang Zhen read the memorial inscription, "I borrowed the land of Najishot, the water of Linkidaibo River... irrigated Su soil and gave birth to black life", their faces changed. His expression couldn't help but reveal some weirdness.

It's strange to adapt measures to local conditions.

I don’t know if the Xinhua News Agency filmed it clearly. If it is done well, it may not be able to promote it.

They are just like that. It would be unthinkable for them to take risks and innovate, but there are really good things and they are very active in learning.

"Ecological Corridor, the water is rich with fish, and hundreds of birds are flying. The people have food and clothing, and the country is prosperous. Thanks to the river god, blessings are everywhere. The river god blesses, all people are healthy, the river god blesses, and everything is harmonious. The weather is smooth, and the country's fortune is prosperous. The River God bless you, and you will be safe and sound. Worship before you, even if you are worried. Worship before you, sincerity is supreme."

After reciting a long sacrificial text, the black priest shouted: "Guards line up!"

On both sides, 24 glorious defense soldiers stood in two teams, standing back to back behind the outside of Mayor Dawuti.

"kneel!"

Wang Zhen and Mayor Dawuti who accompanied the sacrifice knelt down facing the altar.

The black priest shouted in the local dialect this time, and the black people below immediately cheered and knelt down.

Kil and the others were stunned for a moment, and immediately knelt down without caring whether they had soiled their pants.

On the contrary, it was Leader Li and several others whose expressions changed several times in succession. They are party members!

Do party members understand, how can they engage in the superstition of banning?

Damn Wang Zhen, he didn’t even tell them in advance.

Seeing that everyone else was kneeling down, they could no longer stay here, so they could only grit their teeth and kneel down.

When the three reporters from the Chinese News Agency saw this, they also knelt down with a thud.

At this time, there were only a few white reporters left in the audience, and everyone in the audience looked over.

The scene was completely silent, but as the saying goes, there was an invisible but heavy pressure on them. Whether they were infected by the atmosphere of the scene, couldn't bear the pressure, or did not dare to offend other religious gods, several people still knelt down. Go down.

Facts have proved that the kneecaps of foreigners are no different from those of yellow people.

"bye!"

Wang Zhen and Dawuti kowtowed.

The people below are following the same example.

"rise!"

The two stood up, and everyone in the audience stood up.

"Kneel down again!" The whole audience cheered and knelt down again.

"Goodbye again!"

The whole audience kowtowed.

"rise!"

"Kneel down again!"

"Goodbye!"

"rise!"

Wang Zhen and the two stood up and stood up.

"Set off firecrackers!"

The firecrackers were specially flown in on a small plane and never left Juba. Two 10-ring earth red firecrackers were hung on prepared high poles, "bang", "bang", "bang", "bang"...

The sound startled all the black people present.

It is true that they have never seen firecrackers. If they hadn't seen it being ignited with their own eyes, seeing the flames and red cannon paper exploding, they would have thought that the AK went off.

Watching with excited faces, the venue was filled with gunpowder smoke. The old gangsters didn't think this stuff was poisonous. They were all excited and sucked it hard. After a few sips, they felt their heads were dizzy, and they became more and more excited.

If this was not a sacrificial activity, I would have to dance on the spot for a while.

After the firecrackers were set off, the black priest shouted: "Back off!"

Wang Zhen and Mayor Dawuti turned around and walked out of the ceremony along the center line step by step.

"play music!"

The prepared dragon dance teams on both sides immediately separated from the crowd and rushed forward. Everyone was wearing red shorts. The team was led by a Chinese master, and those who followed were still black.

After the dance, the black priest shouted, "The sacrifice is over."

Africa's first river god festival is finally completed.

Leader Li and others breathed a long sigh of relief, but the black people present were very excited.

Kil squinted his eyes and his mind started to spin. He saw something in this sacrificial activity that he found very useful.

This kind of sacrificial activity is more solemn, more serious, and more grand. Compared with the traditional sacrificial activities of various tribes in South Africa, it is called primitive at best, and crude and primitive at worst.

Primitive is not a good word.

If he absorbs some of the advantages of this kind of sacrificial activity and promotes it nationwide, can it completely destroy the primitive sacrificial activities of various tribes?

He knows the benefits of unifying beliefs very well. Once completed, he can break down the barriers between tribes, transfer people's sense of identity from tribe to country, and make everyone become Nansu people.

Once this goal is achieved, the opposition will be defeated.

The reason why the people of South Sudan do not identify with the country but only with the nation is because each tribe strictly controls and guards against it and deliberately creates barriers.

In addition, in order to ensure their own rule, various opposition parties are also deliberately destroying the concept of the country, repeatedly emphasizing tribal ethnicity internally, and from time to time taking the initiative to create ethnic conflicts.

Yes, many conflicts are actively created by the opposition in order to increase estrangement and hatred.

Anyway, it's not Kiir. The Dinka people account for two-fifths of the population and are the dominant ethnic group. There is absolutely no need for him to do such a thing.

"Religion, faith, religion, faith." Kil muttered a few words silently in his heart, then smiled and greeted Wang Zhen as he walked down the platform, "Is this your Chinese sacrificial activity? It's great, it's great."

Wang Zhen smiled and nodded, thinking that Kiel was interested in grand sacrificial activities. Little did he know that Kiel had already made up his mind to inherit this sacrificial tradition.

"By the way, what should I do with these cows, sheep and pig heads?" Keir pointed to the stage.

"This is a sacrifice to the river god, so of course it will be thrown into the river."

"Okay, okay, okay." Keir said with a smile on his face.

The grander it is and the more it costs, the better.

Seeing that Wang Zhen and Keir were chatting enthusiastically, Li led a group of people who were helpless. They couldn't finish the ribbon-cutting!

Of course, Wang Zhen did not forget this. After chatting for a while, he led the people towards the dam at the reminder of the person in charge of planning.

Compared with the grand sacrificial event, the ribbon-cutting is much simpler.

The red silk was pulled up, and representatives from all parties stood apart. Each person had a pair of scissors, with a copper plate attached to the bottom. After a while of speeches, they cut the red flowers.

This is the end.

In the hydropower station, as a series of orders were issued, the turbines began to rotate and officially began to generate electricity.

After finishing here, I immediately transferred to the cement factory. First, I took everyone to have lunch in the cement factory employee canteen.

Recorded by the camera lens, everyone from Kiel to Wangzhen lined up to get food.

After the filming, the cameras were put away and placed outside under special supervision. The waiters came up and poured out all the prepared meals, and then the plates of prepared meals were served.

It’s impossible to really let everyone eat the same thing as the workers, right?

"How about it? I'm well prepared!" Wang Zhen looked at Leader Li with a smile.

Leader Li squinted his eyes, "Why do I feel like there's something in your words?"

"Look at you, this guy thinks too much." A smile appeared on Wang Zhen's lips.

What the hell are you doing? Leader Li cursed silently.

Bring onmyoji! (End of chapter)