Chapter 35 [This Time I Won’t Spend a Penny]
The moment the other party asked the Kshatriyas, a high-ranking caste, to show their weapons, even the High Court of India could not protect these young men. In India, the caste system is sacred and inviolable. Although India has been independent for some years, every government is making great efforts to eliminate the disadvantages caused by the caste system. But decades have passed, do you think it has been eliminated? Especially in rural areas, the more remote the place, the more obvious the caste system is.
Almost all people are imprisoned to death and live in the circle of their own caste system. Of course, these are all for the lower castes. As the top castes, Brahmins and Kshatriyas do not have any restrictions, so they bully men and women without restraint in the countryside, and even murder and set fires, no one dares to control them.
Although the other party was of the Vaishya caste, he showed his knife and stick to the Kshatriya of his higher caste, and rushed towards him shouting and screaming, wanting to kill him. If you kill these people directly in self-defense, you will not be affected or punished at all. This is the benefit of the caste system. No one dares to threaten their personal safety.
These young men, who had been pampered since childhood and had never suffered much, and who were used to being kings and hegemons in the village and town, thought they were very good at fighting. But compared with the police formed by these veterans, these people are like little chickens. After being hit with a stick, their heads were bruised and bleeding, and they fell to the ground with nothing but moans.
Just now Mr. Belsinger's "Three Guilds" policy has come into play. These policemen are more ruthless than the others, targeting these young men with every move. After more than a dozen rounds, all these dozen young men fell to the ground, either holding their bruised and bloody heads and wailing, or falling unconscious on the ground with their hands and feet bent.
It only took a few seconds, and everyone present was unable to react. The hundreds of people at the scene were extremely silent. Except for the man lying on the ground wailing, everyone was dumbfounded. Thinking that the other party, Mr. Belsinger, was so cruel? Just hit him to death. How dare they, the slave Shudras, and the Dalits who cannot be touched and dare not show their faces, resist, the Kshatriya of Bel Singh.
So they were all stunned for a while, and then with a bang, these big men ran back to the village screaming like a girl who was being chased and violated. Then when he got home, he couldn't help but start packing up some valuables at home, and then he took his wife and children, took the old people at home, and started running around like he was avoiding war or famine.
Under the instructions of Mr. Belsinger's "Three Guangs" policy, this group of licensed gangsters became even more unscrupulous in attacking the slave class. Those Vaishya families were lucky that no one dared to rob them. They just drove these people out of their homes, but those Sudras and Datli were not so lucky. They were blocked at home, beaten at least, or beaten to a disability at worst, then dragged out of the house, snatched away all the valuable things in the house, and then burned down the simple thatched huts.
There were even villagers who were locked in their houses and burned to death. Shouts, screams, smoke, and flames enveloped the entire village of Puluoer. It’s simply hell on earth! How had Belinger, who was born in the new society and grew up under the red flag, ever seen such a battle? I was already scared to death on the chair. On the other hand, the strong male servant protecting Belsinger and little Jamal were very calm. They had seen this kind of thing many times.
I have even seen drunken men from upper castes go to the homes of Shudras or Dalits in public, and of course, rape their young daughters in front of their families. It’s nothing new. Do these slaves dare to resist? Even if they don't have the guts to do so, they can only endure it silently.
When people are fleeing or fleeing for their lives, they can unleash their endless potential. In less than half an hour, everyone in the entire village has fled. All the houses were on fire. Although they were more than a hundred meters apart, the temperature soared significantly. The blood stains on the ground and the local dogs, chickens, ducks and geese were running around to escape. In addition, the entire village of Puluo, which has more than a thousand people, There was not a living thing left.
This was good, this was quick and easy, the 150,000 rupees in demolition compensation were saved, and a village of more than 1,000 people was leveled without spending a penny. The village was burned into ruins, and everything that was eradicated was completely wiped out. Fortunately, there was no wind today, and the surrounding woods were far apart, so it was impossible to form a forest fire.
After seeing that the village was almost burned, a pale-faced Belsinger wandered back to Sinjar town with a dozen policemen carrying large bags and carrying trophies. Then he asked his current liaison officer to follow Jamal Jr. to the police station to explain what happened to the police chief. Then inform the mayor of Kata that the matter is over, as for the villagers who were beaten to death, burned to death and robbed and turned into beggars. No matter what caste you are, you can only hide in a corner and lick your wounds silently. Even if you file a lawsuit with the Supreme Court of New Delhi, there is nothing you can do to Bel Singer.
In terms of financial strength, social influence, and social status, Belsinger is no match for him, so the village of Puluoer should be on the ground for the whole morning. From then on, he disappeared from people's sight. Belsinger thought that was the end of the matter, but Belsinger underestimated people's curiosity and novelty.
In just two hours, the town of Sinjar, with more than 100,000 people, was shocked in an instant. The streets and alleys were talking about the tragic experience of the villagers of Pulor. Although everyone sympathized with their experience, no one was willing to stand up for them. Within a day, the 14-year-old master Belsinger completely made a name for himself in the entire town of Sinjar. Coupled with the rumors that had already spread, the 14-year-old master Belsinger spent a huge amount of money to import equipment from abroad. It seems that it is not groundless to plan to build a building materials factory and manufacture cement and asbestos tiles.
Although Master Belsinger is only 14 years old, all the things he has done are big-handed, including 500 square kilometers of mineral development rights. The cement manufacturing plant and asbestos tile manufacturing plant with an investment of hundreds of millions of rupees are all blockbuster bombs in the entire remote town of Sinjar. Every thing made these adults who are dozens of years older stunned. The 14-year-old master Belsinger, who has done so many earth-shaking things, can no longer be judged by common sense.
In addition, a village of stubborn households in Pulor was razed to the ground this morning, and even killed people, burning two elderly people to death. A strong middle-aged man killed two young men and took five lives. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been shot long ago, but Belsinger was fine. He still lived a carefree life and strolled around the streets when he had nothing to do.
No matter what the purpose of the residents in these towns was, they all saluted respectfully when they saw Master Belsinger sitting on a very strange sedan chair made of bamboo. No one dared to cause trouble for this 14-year-old boy. In addition, it was recently rumored that the workers to be recruited by Belsinger's two building materials factories would all choose residents of Sinjar Town. Everyone was not only afraid of Master Belsinger, but also had a little respect or flattery.