Naruto's civilian cannon fodder starts with the three-body technique

Chapter 281 Liberating the Oasis
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Above the ruins of the noble fortress in the central part of the Golden Spring Oasis, Sasuke Umino's shadow clones controlled four mecha puppets, circling in the air like hunting raptors.

The cannons on the wingspans spewed out scorching chakra beams, precisely destroying the remaining defensive fortifications and the small groups of Sand Ninja attempting to put up a resistance.

All resistance was futile; all the guards of Jinquan Oasis were quickly wiped out.

The shadow clone controlled the mecha puppet, which slowly descended and landed lightly on the mountain of grain sacks.

Sasuke Umino released the Iwagakure technique and appeared on the shoulder of the mecha puppet, surveying the dark mass of people below.

"Open the warehouse to stock up on food!"

Through his sonic booms, his voice clearly resonated throughout the chaotic Golden Spring Oasis.

The ragged, emaciated commoners and slaves had a glimmer of hope in their eyes, but they were also numb from long-term oppression, and deeply hesitant and fearful. Even when they saw the granary being opened and golden grain pouring out like a waterfall, they dared not make any move.

They looked away, avoiding eye contact, as they stared at the noblemen bound and left like pigs to be slaughtered in front of the granary, along with the menacing overseers.

"Time to distribute the grain! The Land of Wind belongs to all the people who live on this land. There will be no more slaves! No more oppression! Freedom will always be yours! The oasis is liberated, you are free!"

Sasuke Umino's voice rang out again, carrying a strange, persuasive power. In the eyes of the commoners and slaves below, a glimmer of hope and a flame of fanaticism finally ignited.

Some people, who were starving and about to faint, finally mustered up their courage and rushed towards the grain piles without regard for anything else. However, many more people began to look at the nobles and overseers who usually acted arrogantly with hatred. As for the guards, they had all been eliminated long ago.

With the help of the shadow clones, the distribution of grain proceeded in an orderly manner, and each person received a considerable amount of grain according to their headcount.

After the food distribution was completed, Sasuke Unno saw that the time was right and finally moved on to the final stage.

"Liberating the oasis is not just about distributing grain!"

Sasuke Umino's voice seemed to possess the power to pierce through people's hearts: "And take back the dignity that was taken from you, and settle the blood debt they inflicted on you!"

The crowd carrying grain remained silent, looking at the noble lords and the fierce-looking overseers with a mixture of hatred and fear.

“I know you are afraid, afraid of their power, afraid of their retaliation, afraid that your current freedom is just a flash in the pan!”

Umino Sasuke's voice suddenly rose, and he continued to incite, "But today, I want to tell you that the good days of these once arrogant noblemen are over."

When the Konoha ninjas arrived, the oasis was liberated! When the Konoha ninjas arrived, freedom was restored!
Now, seek justice for those who have wronged you, and settle your scores for those who have wronged you. The ninjas of Konoha are your strong support, so speak your mind boldly and loudly!

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on a small boy who looked only seven or eight years old, thin and bony, with resentful eyes.

At that moment, Umino Sasuke's fingers gently tapped on the mirrored armor of the mecha puppet, and a barely perceptible sonic illusion was quietly activated in an extremely concealed manner, landing on the little boy.

The sonic illusion immediately dispelled the fear in the little boy's heart, amplifying his subconscious courage and desire to confide.

“Child.” Sasuke Umino’s voice suddenly became unusually gentle, carrying a strange, comforting power. “Tell me, what is your name?”

The little boy's body trembled violently. When he saw Umino Sasuke, it was as if a drowning man had seen a piece of driftwood. Guided by the sound wave illusion, the resentment and humiliation buried deep in his heart instantly overwhelmed his fear. He staggered out of the crowd and pointed at a fat, trembling middle-aged man among the nobles.

"He is the devil!"

The little boy's cries were filled with endless sorrow and hatred: "He captured me and made me serve him. If I did anything wrong, he would whip me and brand me with a hot iron! He said that if I disobeyed, he would make me like Adi, fed alive to the spirit sand lizard, leaving not even bones behind..."

The little boy's accusation was like a thunderclap, silencing the entire audience. Even Hatake Sakumo's hand, gripping his sword, tightened instantly, his knuckles turning white, and the killing intent in his eyes was as cold and piercing as Minazuki's forbidden ice-style technique.

The suppressed breathing in the crowd instantly became heavy.

"Adi, Little Leaf, and Big Stone, they were all tortured to death by them! They're all dead!"

The boy cried out, each word dripping with anguish, "Little Yezi, she couldn't take the torture and jumped into the quicksand well! After I was tortured, I couldn't defecate, it was so painful, I wanted to jump into the quicksand well too!"

As the numerous crimes were exposed, some people in the crowd finally broke their apathy and began to recount their own tragic experiences.

An elderly man with white hair suddenly pushed away the person who was helping him, pointing at another nobleman with tears streaming down his face, "It was this beast! On the day my eldest daughter got married, he actually tried to exercise that damned right of first night! My eldest daughter threw herself into the well that very night!"
My second daughter got married, and he wanted to exercise his damned right of first night. I barely managed to save my second daughter's life, but my poor grandson was buried in the sand as soon as he was born, because they said they couldn't leave their own offspring for the lowly people, as it would defile their noble bloodline!
Where are those children with green hair like him? He wasn't buried in the sand. This is clearly premeditated murder! My grandson!

The old man slumped to the ground, pounding the floor, his cries filled with utter desolation.

Inspired by the old man, everyone finally stood up and began to speak out, no longer numb.

A middle-aged man with a limp and bloodshot eyes, dragging a rusty knife he had picked up, limped toward a lean nobleman: "It was him! Last year the harvest was bad, and my family couldn't pay the rent. He beat my father to death right in front of me, and broke my leg too! He said it was to make an example of someone, but actually it was just for his own amusement. He said that the sound of bones breaking was clearer and more pleasant than the sound of desert wind chimes!"

"That beast in the green robe took a fancy to my date palm tree, so he falsely accused my husband of stealing his horse and hung him from the date palm tree, where desert eagles pecked at him for three days and three nights! He was pecked to death!"

A woman cried out in anguish and lunged forward, scratching at the bound green-robed nobleman with her fingernails.

“My son was only eleven years old when they took him to the mine, saying he was small enough to crawl through. He was killed by a landslide after only three days. They wouldn’t even let me collect his remains, saying that the lives of the lowly are worthless, not even as much as a piece of ore!” The accusations came like a flood that had burst its banks.

One incident after another, each one stained with blood and tears, too numerous to recount!

Seizing land, killing for pleasure, disregarding human life, raping and plundering, treating human life as worthless... The cruelty and brutality of these noble lords and their henchmen have long surpassed the bottom line of humanity, and even the most ferocious desert beasts cannot compare!
To say they are worse than beasts is to insult beasts.

At least animals hunt for survival, but they take pleasure in torturing their fellow human beings, trampling on their dignity, and making life worse than death!

Umino Sasuke and Hatake Sakumo listened quietly. This was not the first time they had experienced such a scene, but each time, the overwhelming hatred and human tragedy that surged forth moved them deeply.

Hatake Sagumo's eyes grew colder, and the lightning blade in his hand became even sharper.

Sasuke Umino remained expressionless, but the killing intent deep within his eyes was even more ferocious than a desert hurricane.

"Did you hear that? These are the many evil deeds committed by these high and mighty noble lords!"

Sasuke Umino's voice rang out again, amplified by his Sound Wave Release, overwhelming the surging tide of accusations: "They suck your flesh and blood, gnaw on your bones, trample your dignity underfoot, and treat your children as playthings! They are not human! They are demons in human skin! They are malignant tumors parasitizing this oasis!"

Then, he slowly raised his hand and pointed to the group of bound nobles and overseers: "Now, tell me, what should be done with these demons, these cancers?"

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

"Death by a thousand cuts!"

"Let them taste what it's like to be pecked by a desert eagle!"

"Burn them!"

The hatred that had been building up for generations erupted like a volcano, driving the crowd into a frenzy. They brandished everything they could find—shovels, sticks, stones, even their own fists and feet—and roared as they charged toward the once-high-ranking nobles and overseers.

Umino Sasuke did not stop it; he simply watched coldly. Hatake Sagumo also sat high up, calmly wiping his White Fang short sword, indifferently watching the chaotic and bloody public trial below.

The wailing and clamor of revenge echoed for a long time above the Golden Spring Oasis.

"time to go."

Sakumo Hatake's voice was calm and unwavering, as if the bloodshed below was nothing more than a routine performance.

Sasuke Umino nodded, put away his mecha puppet, and quickly packed the large amount of gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, paintings, rare ores, and even miscellaneous supplies that his shadow clone had already packed into a specially made large-capacity sealing scroll. These were the essence of the wealth that the nobles of the Golden Spring Oasis had amassed over the years, and now they had become their spoils of war.

The two figures moved like the wind, leaving this oasis, which had been briefly lost after liberation, without a sound, as if they had never existed.

Less than half a day after the two left, a poorly equipped but disciplined team, bearing the banner of "Dawn," entered the Golden Spring Oasis.

The leader was a burly, dark-skinned, and seemingly honest middle-aged man. He wore a faded old robe and had a samurai sword at his waist, but his eyes were exceptionally shrewd. This man was one of the leaders of several free sand bandit groups secretly supported by Umino Sasuke, named Sajuhachi.

Sha Chongba looked at the horrific scene before him and smelled the heavy stench of blood in the air, but his face showed no discomfort. Instead, he revealed a barely perceptible smile.

He raised his arm high, his voice booming and rousing: "Free sand people, brothers and sisters! The Konoha ninjas have already eradicated the cancer that has taken root here for us, but the road to liberation has only just begun."

"Those noble lords may be dead, but the Daimyo's mansion still exists! The nobles still exist! The Sand Village ninja still exist! The system that sucks our blood, eats our flesh, and gnaws at our bones still exists!"

Sha Chongba ascended the high platform, repeatedly waving his powerful fists: "Now, the Dawn has arrived! I will lead you to organize, arm yourselves, and establish a new order that belongs to us, the free sand people!"
Resist exploitation and tyranny! Overthrow the three mountains that oppress us: the daimyo nobles, the sand ninja, and the guards and overseers!
Liberate all the oases! Let the light of freedom shine on every inch of the desert in the Land of the Wind!

His words were highly inflammatory, quickly igniting the emotions of the people who had just experienced a bloody revenge and were filled with power yet also confused and lost.

Under the guidance of members of the Dawn organization, the chaotic crowd began to be organized, simple weapons were distributed, and defensive fortifications were built. The Golden Spring Oasis quickly transformed from a chaotic place that had just been liberated into a nascent stronghold for the resistance of free sand people.

Dozens of miles away from Jinquan Oasis, in a secluded, sheltered spot on a sand dune.

After parting ways with Sakumo Hatake, Sasuke Umino did not immediately use the Flying Thunder God Technique to return to the Land of Waves. Instead, he sat cross-legged, organizing the sealing scrolls while waiting for another harvest.

Soon, a figure, like a psychic lizard blending into the sand, rapidly approached. It was Sha Chongba, who had rushed over immediately after handling the initial matters of the oasis.

Sha Chongba arrived at the foot of the sand dune and saw Umino Sasuke. Without hesitation, he knelt down with a thud, pressing his forehead deeply into the scorching sand, his posture extremely respectful: "Master! Sha Chongba has come to report!"

Umino Sasuke didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice flat and emotionless: "Get up. I've said it many times, you are now a free citizen after liberation. You should have an egalitarian mindset and there's no need for such a grand gesture."

Sha Chongba did not get up. Instead, he raised his head, his face filled with fervent and fervent worship: "Master! You are the guiding light that illuminates our path! You gave us lowly people the courage and strength to rebel! You are the spiritual leader of our Dawn! Without your guidance, we are nothing but a pile of loose sand!"

His words were sincere and his flattery was subtle, emphasizing both Umino Sasuke's absolute leadership as the "spiritual leader" and firmly binding himself to this banner.

(End of this chapter)