Jun Jiuling

Cheng Guogong's soldiers and horses are really extraordinary.

The soldiers formed an array, moving neatly, and even the sound of horseshoes resounded neatly.

Even more frightening is their bloody smell.

Countless people retreated like the wind blowing through the rice waves. Everyone's face was ashen, and their breathing was stagnant.

No, no, they dare not.

The man in the middle of the road screamed in his heart.

Could it be, do you really want to kill people in public?

The officers and soldiers on duty standing aside looked terrified.

One step, two steps, three steps, go forward.

The expression of the pikemen here remained unchanged.

One step, two steps, three steps, step back.

The people crowded on the main road here looked horrified, and many of them couldn't stand anymore.

Looks like they could really kill.

No, they really know how to kill people, they have killed countless people.

I heard that if you kill too many people, you will become bloodthirsty, without distinguishing anyone.

They are just asking for money, so is it possible that they have to risk their lives?

Who said Cheng Guogong loves vanity and is greedy for a good name?

Why did he forget how his reputation came from? He was killed in a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​blood. Once he succeeds, his bones will wither, he is not a good person.

"Run!"

I don't know which one yelled first, and the whole crowd collapsed immediately, and ran back to both sides, crying and shouting, those who dropped their shoes were hit and crawled on their own.

Accompanied by the chaos, the pikemen marched in formation like giant carts rolling over without stopping.

"receive!"

With a clear shout, the spears were put away, and the formation changed again. The crossbowmen stepped forward, the shield soldiers were on both wings, and the spearmen were in the middle.

There was no confusion in the change of formation during the march, which was in stark contrast to the crowds on both sides who were crying and running chaotically.

This kind of solemnity, this kind of change in the uniformity, has a dazzling beauty, and the noisy crowd quiets down, and everyone's scalp can't help but feel numb.

This is the army formation, and this is the brave soldiers who can kill gold thieves and seek peace.

The army was rolling forward, as if it hadn't been blocked at all before, and the cheers sounded again in the distance, more awe than the previous cheers of watching the excitement.

The man with disheveled hair, who fell down on the ground, ran off a shoe, and was hit again raised his head in a panic, looking at the distant army with a frightened expression.

how so?

How dare they use swords and guns against the people!

terrible! terrible!

This is the master of tigers and wolves! This is a bloodthirsty mob!

The soldiers on duty at the side couldn't hide their awe and envy.

This is a soldier, a battle-tested warrior.

so amazing.

so amazing.

Chen Qi, who was standing in the crowd, put down his hands around his mouth.

"I'm so good, I can scare the crap out of these people with my voice." He said with a low smile, "I really should let Jinxiu take a look."

One of De Shengchang's supervisors laughed.

"Qi Ye, stop making trouble." He smiled.

Chen Qi looked at the panic-stricken crowd on both sides.

"The Duke is mighty, and the Qingshan army is mighty." He clasped his hands together and shouted, raising his hands at the same time, "Congratulations from De Shengchang."

The guy over there was already ready, and upon hearing the sound, he immediately brought another dustpan of money.

Money is always the most attractive.

The people who were originally panicked suddenly came back to their senses and rushed here in a chaotic manner.

This caused the group of people who had just stood up to block the road to be stunned by the shock, and shouted and howled again.

The noise behind has been overshadowed by the cheers ahead.

The soldiers also returned to their dignified expressions. Since they were rioters, they didn't care much.

They come from the most dangerous north, where the mob can be treated as an enemy, and the enemy's attack is of course not surprising or sad.

Zhao Hanqing walked through the queue to the very center.

The generals here surrounded Cheng Guogong with solemn expressions.

Unlike soldiers, they knew ahead of time that there would be trouble.

Of course, it is impossible for Duke Cheng not to know about these undercurrents surging in the city.

Seeing Zhao Hanqing approaching, the generals nodded warmly to her.

"Good soldier." Cheng Guogong said with a smile.

"I don't know which annoying guy yelled and made these people run away." Zhao Hanqing said, a little regretful.

Cheng Guogong's order was to get out of the way and not to care about it, otherwise Zhao Hanqing would really dare to kill a few.

"I also kill chickens to show monkeys, to frighten them, and save people from causing trouble." She said.

Cheng Guogong smiled gently.

"Some people can be deterred, but some people can't." He said, not perfunctory because of Zhao Hanqing's childish words, "It can't be generalized, and it can't be solved by one kill."

Zhao Hanqing said oh.

"Is it going to be like this then?" she asked.

Cheng Guogong nodded with a smile, and Zhao Hanqing turned his horse's head and went forward.

"Master, is there any more?" A general asked in a low voice.

Cheng Guogong looked forward, and the distant city was entrenched like a giant beast.

"It's not easy to live in the capital, and it's not easy to enter," he said.

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There was loud music in the imperial city, which meant that the emperor had walked out of the palace and was about to climb the tower.

The officials standing outside the gate of the imperial city hurriedly adjusted their clothes and stopped talking and laughing to march towards the gate of the city, but they saw a group of people running towards the imperial street.

Seeing this man and horse, everyone looked a little surprised.

"Hey, look, have they gone and returned?" an official whispered to Ning Yunzhao.

Otherwise, according to this time, it is impossible to rush back after solving the problem.

So it seems that the matter over there is resolved?

Cheng Guogong really solved it by himself?

Ning Yunzhao's expression was peaceful and somewhat joyful.

"Your Majesty is truly a wise king, blessed by heaven." He said, full of sincerity.

The official glanced at him and felt that what he said was very reasonable and didn't know how to respond.

"All blessings, Your Majesty." He could only nod and said.

The music was getting closer and closer, but Huang Cheng, who stood at the head of the queue, did not greet the emperor anxiously, but listened to the whispers of the people around him with a calm expression.

His expression was neither hasty nor impatient, and he had a gentle smile on his face.

"Duke Cheng is indeed a Bodhisattva's reputation as a thunderbolt method." He whispered.

The visitor's expression was not so peaceful.

"These people are really useless, so unintimidating." He whispered with a little anxiety.

Huang Cheng smiled, with pity after going through vicissitudes.

"It's a small merchant who is seeking money without faith, so don't be harsh." He whispered.

"Then Duke Cheng is so cruel, next..." The visitor felt a little uneasy.

Huang Cheng smiled.

"No, no, I have to believe that many people in this world are still strong." He said, with a solemn and sincere expression, "Reading the books of sages and sages, they are clearly reasonable, and they are not afraid of death."

Then he smiled again.

"What's more, Cheng Guogong loves the people like a son, how can he be said to be cruel?"

He really wanted to see how cruel Cheng Guogong was forced to be, so he could see that Cheng Guogong was reluctant to part with his good reputation.

The visitor looked relieved, bowed his head and backed away without saying a word.

Huang Cheng seemed to turn his head to look aside.

"I suddenly want to hear a play." He whispered to his colleagues beside him.

Colleagues didn't feel that there was no end to what was said, it seemed that they had been talking about this topic all the time.

"Today is a happy event. Let's celebrate together. After the celebration for Duke Cheng is over, we will listen to the play with Xueshi Huang." He laughed in a low voice, with respect.

Huang Cheng smiled slightly.

"...I'm like Sima Shi besieged in front of Iron Cage Mountain, I'm like a tiger descending from a mountain and standing on the ground, or like a dragon trapped in shallow water falling on the beach..." He hummed softly, walking towards the emperor's guard of honor coming out of the palace.

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At this time, the marching Duke Cheng's army stopped again.

The gate of the capital is faintly visible ahead, but the wide official road is blocked again.

This time there were still more than a hundred people, no women and children, all men, old and young, no loud noises, no crying, just sitting quietly and upright in the middle of the road.

They are all wearing Confucian shirts, with solemn expressions and extraordinary bearing.

Sitting upright in such a quiet manner, they carried a majestic aura that was not inferior to Cheng Guogong's army formation.

These are the great Confucian scholars from Zijian in the city and the scholars who came to study abroad. Although they have no official titles, they are admired and respected, and they have a reputation that those high-ranking officials and relatives of the country do not have.

At this time, they all had sackcloth tied on their heads, and a large banner stood in the ranks.

The blood characters on the white flag fluttered with the summer wind, revealing the big characters on it to everyone's sight.

Soldier of Subjugation.

The white flag is like mourning, the color of blood is like weeping, and the four characters are like scolding.