Chapter 3394
Might Makes Right
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Unafraid of the Han army's strength, Rahul was only afraid of his own teammates' foolishness.
Once Rahul arrived at the place, he realized it wasn't a matter of whether his teammates were stupid or not; these Brahmins were simply a side effect.
However, given the current situation, the Brahmins' foolish actions are not necessarily a bad thing. At least for Rahul, it means there is still room for maneuver. In terms of influencing public opinion, there is still a chance to salvage the situation, thereby changing public sentiment, altering the image within the class, and strengthening the centralization of power.
The closer one gets to the city of Wuzhayan, the more one can feel the chaos and turmoil.
Clearly, after the Brahmins inside Wuheyan's city were killed, the information spread to the surrounding area, directly affecting the Brahmins there. It released them from their constraints, allowing the Brahmins, who had been suppressing their desires for so long, to unleash their purest inner desires.
This desire is different for everyone, and when an individual possesses immense power, the environment they can create is absolutely chaotic.
Without external military support, Bankim's attempt to resolve the situation through internal rhetoric and political negotiations ultimately resulted in a significant waste of time due to personnel infighting, causing the situation to escalate further and eventually spiral out of control.
Having learned all this, Rahul quickly realized that the army he brought was the best way to help the enemy and the force that Bangim needed most.
Based on this, after some thought, Rahul finally sent someone to contact Bangim.
Banjim, who was already preoccupied with internal Brahmanical affairs, left Peshawar to become more involved and coordinate the situation in order to protect his class and position.
It was through this participation that Bangim became aware of some of the problems existing within the Brahmin class.
He compared the problem to the other monks and realized how fatal it was, as well as the problem he needed to solve.
Otherwise, the Brahmins, who are currently at the height of their power, will eventually decline and become nourishment for others.
There is nothing wrong with uniting the power of the Brahmin class. There is also nothing wrong with restraining the majority of Brahmins and then letting a small number of elite Brahmins wield power and use the power of the entire class.
The problem lies only in the way the Brahmins are restrained. This impure restraint leads to a deeper backlash and greater destruction when the restraint is broken.
The best way to change all this is to further study the Shramanas and deeply optimize the belief system and institutions within the Brahmin class, so that the Brahmins themselves can stay in the temple more at ease and more willingly.
Amidst internal turmoil and infighting, and with the protection of many people, Bangim did indeed come into contact with the local Brahmins, which is why this idea arose in his mind.
Banqim, who was stationed north of the city of Wuheyan, soon received a message from his own master, a message from another Brahmin.
As a renowned sage within the Brahmin community, Bangim was not someone an ordinary Brahmin could easily encounter.
However, Rahul is no ordinary man either, and the military force he possesses gives him decisive influence.
Therefore, even if the two sides have some differences in their thinking and perspectives, and their pursuit of interests is also different.
However, for the sake of stability, for the sake of their mutual convictions, and for the sake of the Brahmin class itself, Bangim ultimately agreed to Rahul's request and chose to meet in the north of Ughyakarna. Neither side brought many people, participating in the meeting with sincerity and confidence.
“It seems you’re more confident than I thought.” Rahul glanced at the people around Bangim. Apart from one who could barely be considered a master, the others were basically just followers. Witnessing all this, Rahul spoke with a hint of admiration.
This is an expression of admiration for the wise and intelligent!
“In the end, it’s all for the Brahmans, so naturally I won’t be so wary, even if what you did wasn’t exactly right.” Bangim also glanced at the people around Rahul, speaking quite calmly.
In the past, when people at their level met, nothing would happen between them.
Brahmins will not kill other Brahmins; this is one of the rules in the Brahmanical system. Unless there is an absolute benefit involved, no one will violate this rule.
Of course, that was in the past. In the present Brahmanical system, this rule has long since become obsolete.
The numerous battles and killings within the Brahmanical community had long since trampled this rule underfoot and shattered it into pieces.
Once a Brahmin kills another Brahmin and conclusive evidence is seen by others, this rule becomes difficult to enforce again.
There have been instances where Brahmins killed other Brahmins, but this did not affect the entire class. The reason for this is that the Brahmins who did this in the past handled the matter very cleanly.
Although it aroused suspicion from others, there was ultimately no direct evidence, let alone firsthand witnessing.
In the absence of direct proof and evidence, the words of the Brahmins serve as the greatest evidence and proof of their sincerity.
But now, the bodies of Brahmins, who have been exterminated, are hanging in the streets, and even in the wilderness.
These actions, in their destructive and impactful effect on the entire Brahmanic class, completely shook the very foundation and basis of their rule—something that Bankim found difficult to accept and did not want to accept.
Centuries of preparation, centuries of accumulation, centuries of deep-rooted foundations were all for the purpose of establishing the Brahmins' innate nobility and forging the Brahmin class into an eternal one.
But now, this nobility and eternity has been destroyed, and the one who destroyed these things is also a member of the Brahmin class.
Even though he didn't understand and was even angry inside, Bangim had to suppress his complicated feelings and face Rahul directly.
When the class of born nobles and representatives of gods is stripped of its divinity, it becomes no different from ordinary people.
To gain a foothold among mortals, one must abide by another rule: the survival of the fittest.
The truth is not determined by the words of gods, but by whoever has the biggest fist.
In the entire South today, it's clear that Rahul's fist is the biggest. (End of Chapter)