Chapter 639: Cloth to the avenue

Looking at this scene, although the literary students have changed their face, they still struggle to maintain their posture.
The people are foolish, easy to be fascinated by foreign objects, and are moved by short-term interests.
"We are not saying that Cheng Guogong was guilty of sinfulness before. We are saying that he is now greedy for love and power after the discussion and the squad," said a scribe.
If this is not finished, I will see the excitement of the Northland emigrants once again.
This time it was no longer a resentment. Their eyes were red and they looked very angry, and some people caught the scribe of the scribe.
The scribe was suddenly shocked and called.
"What do you want to do?" he shouted.
Other scribes were also shocked, but they did not fear to escape, but to encircle the refugees.
The two sides formed a confrontation.
The officers and men on duty are also scared to turn their backs and legs. Is this going to be a mess? If these thousands of surnames are mad, they can't stop them. These scholars can be killed on the spot!
The scholars and scribes did not retreat in the face of this crowd, but the look was decided.
"Zhu Shan, are you trying to incite the people?" The scribe, who was headed, shouted, and stepped forward again. "Come on, come over today and step on me."
"Take us from us!" the scribes shouted in unison.
Although the number of people in front of everyone is thin, it is also very hot.
It’s really a big sin to make a mess, and the officers in the military squad are also discolored.
"Guest, you say something." They could not help but rush.
At this time, it is only the state of the country that can block these people.
However, the adult who had to go out to face the literati people stopped, and turned the horse back.
"Nothing to say," he said softly.
Nothing to say? why? The officials are even more uncertain.
Is that really going to make these Northlanders trouble?
These people are coming too strange. Is this really the arrangement of the country?
But this is a million people, but it is not easy to arrange.....
The sword was arrogant, but the scenes of fear were not present.
The of the scholars who took advantage of the scholars did not fight, and other refugees did not flock.
"What are we going to do?" The voice of the fluent people was sorrowful and angry, and the eyes of the scholars stared at the scholars in front of them. "We want to ask what you are going to do? What do you think of us? Do you regard us as adults?"
"Consultation, is it the word that is floating in your eyes?"

Cut the three counties to be happy?

"You just can't fight if you want to talk about it. You can continue to live a peaceful life. Have you thought about us?"
"We, the people of the three counties, hundreds of thousands! Have you ever thought about it, we are also people!"
"Have you ever thought about it, we are not a big man in a few words, we have become a golden man for generations of people?"
"Have you ever thought that the so-called not fighting peace, what will we become?"
"Under the golden hoof of the golden man, we are not people at all!"
This series of questions asked the scholars to look pale, and let the literary students behind them change their minds.
"Yes, don't fight, you have a good life, then what about us?" said an old woman, "Do you know how the Golden Man treats us?"
"They killed our entire village." a little child shouted.
"They treat people as livestock." A young man shouted and pulled off his rags and shirts, revealing a whip. "We are a cow, and we are killed at will."
"They took us as targets and practiced their swords. My family died in their hands." An old man cried.
"They eat human flesh."
"They used us as firewood."
Numerous shouts cried, describing the description. The people present seemed to see the scene of the fire screaming everywhere, and many people cried.
Even the scholars couldn’t help but tremble.
"You are here, eat well and dress well, live a peaceful life, just be afraid to hear snoring, and scream when you hear money."
"For the sake of your so-called peace, you think that the country is the disaster that these soldiers will bring to the war. Do you still have a conscience?"
"Golden people don't treat us as human beings, and you don't treat us as human beings."
"Why don't you go back to the country, why do you want to fight, why are these soldiers going to die? Because they treat me as people, not to throw away objects!"
"They don't give up and fight, it's to save us. It is to bring back hundreds of thousands of people from the three counties. The three counties have been ceded, and the people have not cede!"
The cries are even more awkward, and the crowd is moving forward again.
The scholars and writers have no momentum, and they have taken a step back.
A fluent man rushed to a scholar.
The scholar couldn't help but tremble, but saw that the displaced people only took the flagpole from his hand.
The flag of the red character on the white background reads the soldiers of the country.
The fluent man stared at the four words and slammed it on his knee.
"Is it a soldier who has lost the country, not that you have the final say!" he shouted. "Is it guilty, not that you have the final say!"
Countless people rushed to the ground and forced the flag to step on the ground.
"We have the final say!"
"We have the final say!"
The headed old man looked at these scholarly literati, with a decisive decision.
"You have to ask the sins of the founding fathers. If you want to ask the sins of these soldiers, then let us first ask our sins, that is, we are guilty and involved in the big week." He shouted.
"Ask our sins!" Countless shouts are in line with the vibrations.
The literati scholars are back again.
The emigrants are coming forward again.
The old man turned back and looked at the rear army.
"Cheng Guogong, they don't greet you," he said. "We are facing, they stop the road, let's open the way."
He said that he was moving forward.
There are countless refugees behind him.
"They don't praise your credit, we boast!"
"You have been protecting us in the past, we are escorting you today!"
Step by step, a group of forwards.
The literary students stepped back step by step.
The officers and men on duty did not stop, but stood on the side of the road and suddenly bowed to the army.
The people in the capital are no longer afraid, but they also stand on the side of the road and salute the army.
The headed bachelor looked at the people who helped each other step by step and finally sighed.
"There is nothing wrong with the people's heart," he murmured, turning to avoid one side.
With his movements, other people were defeated, and the people who came to it were unable to stop retreating to both sides.
The road is wide and no longer obstructed.
Looking at the people who are surging forward, the officers in the military array are no longer afraid. They are excited, as if they were going to die in the Yizhou army, they heard the arrival of the reinforcements.
These people are unarmed, have no war horses, and have been the grass mustards they have guarded, but they can also be as tall and mighty as mountains.
I didn't think about returning, but the rewards appeared at a moment. This is the so-called heaven and earth.
"Guest of the country." They couldn't help but shout.
The attitude of the country is still peaceful.
"Let's go," he said softly, looking at the crowds surrounded by the front and rear, and smiled. "We are also the people, let everyone unload their clothes."
The officials immediately reacted, and the sound should be the same.
As the order was conveyed, thousands of soldiers had dismissed the armor and piled up a high glimpse at the roadside.
"Into the city." Zhao Hanqing is also the release of the armor, the woman's body is even more petite, but the momentum is still the same, will hand in one stroke.
Thousands of soldiers were once again launched, and the cloth was empty-handed, and the horseshoes stepped on. The people in front led the way, and the crowds of the left and right reared toward the city gate.
Ten thousand people do not know which one first sang a song.
"My family Yan Zhaobei, broken and unspeakable."
"The mountains and rivers are in chaos, and Hu is riding in the wind and rain."
This hoarse and unconformated song immediately rang in the crowd.
"Fortunately, a good husband, one is going to be a thousand."
"It’s mad, and it’s like sleeping.

"There are soldiers who kiss me and win as parents."
"For me to go to the water, dare to stay?"

The people are very worried and can marry Mount Tai.

"Only loyalty and righteousness, mad at bullfighting."
This is a winning song that has been circulated in the North. It is not only the people, but the officers and men riding on the horse are also singing.
The seemingly thin soldiers who had removed the armored weapons had no previous fears and confusions, and they had straightened their backs. Their eyes were firm and their eyes were flying.
They are not soldiers of the country.
They are not belligerent and greedy.
They shed blood, suffer wounds, and suffer from war. Everything is seen by others. Some people remember that some people are proud of it.
The crowd was thunderous and rolled up on the ground, straight to the capital, unstoppable.

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