But just like what Mo Tongling’s confidant said, although all the people in the arena and the victimized people gather together, they are not all determined to seek justice from the local authority. Some are from the rivers and lakes or from the sect to watch the excitement, and some want to meet the anti-golden hero Xin Wang Qiansui. There are also martial arts heroes who want to fish in troubled waters or increase their worth. Once all of them are killed, let alone whether they can kill them all, the effects of future revenge and the death of so many people are unpredictable.
At this time, in a remote place in Shimen Street, a bonfire was blazing, reflecting the faces of everyone present.
The young Jianghu warrior had a cold face and looked at everyone present, his gaze swept across the faces of these people one by one. Among them are the sect masters or elders of the Jianghu sect, representatives from the gang of jianghu heroes, some wandering jianghu knights, and even a small number of family members and stewards of landlords and riches.
However, in addition to an indignant look on these people's faces, most of them conceal their own small abacus.
The young warrior sighed. He knew that revenge today seemed to be somewhat impossible, but after the surprise attack, so many of his companions were killed and injured, but he could not swallow this breath.
He couldn't help clenching his fist, but his face was cold. He questioned: "You really don't want to fight? After so many people died, you chose to be cowardly silent. Have you ever thought about how lowly we are in their eyes? Is it true that our lives are really worthless? Value, can be trampled wanton?"
"Companions, friends, and relatives. If their bones are not cold, you have already accepted your fate?"
But his questioning was like throwing into a bottomless pit, and he would never hear an echo.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one replies. "Although, the young man in the legend is Wang Qiansui, but since he doesn't make his head, then let it go?" But someone in the crowd still whispered.
"Otherwise, what else can be done, those are officers and soldiers." The other person replied dejectedly.
"Not only officers and soldiers, but also a celebrity in the court. I heard that he has the support of the emperor. Otherwise, why would the old man believe in Wang Qiansui retreat?" someone added.
"Can officers and soldiers kill people wantonly?" The young man said angrily, "It seems that there is no such thing in the law of the Song Dynasty? Those corpses that are still bloody, they were your living companions, relatives or even a few hours ago. It's friends, can't you feel the slightest anger?"
The corpses of the dead are displayed on the city gate, seeming to show off the military might of the officers and soldiers. And everyone looked at the gate tower in the distance, quietly, everyone watched this scene silently.
Since Huizong, suffering has become a part of life for ethnic minorities in the south. Because they are unable to resist, this weak ethnic group can only choose to further hide in the forest when the Han people rob and oppress. But life in dense forests is not necessarily full of sweetness. Hunger, like the attack of ferocious carnivorous animals, brings the shadow of death.
After Ding Dakuan found out that his daughter was missing, he immediately went out to look for it. And everyone who got the news looked at the oldest of them, their elders. For the barbarians, these experienced elders are always able to lead the tribe out of the predicament, but this time, even this wise elder lowered his eyebrows and appeared helpless.
The old man held a cane, as if a heavy shadow was written between every wrinkle on his face. He sighed, and Ding Dakuan got up and left.
"Uncle Ding Dakuan, where are you going?" Wang Fu, a tall young man on the other side of the elder, immediately drank him.
The middle-aged man stopped and did not turn his head and replied in a deep voice, "I'm going to grab Baiyue back--!"
"Calm down!" the young man persuaded, "Uncle Ding Dakuan, what can you do by yourself and die?"
"I promised her mother to take good care of her... So even if it is to die, I will go!" the middle-aged man replied stubbornly.
But he also understood that this was just an angry word, and couldn't help but turn his back and clenched his fists to tighten every muscle of his body.
"Ding Dakuan, calm down," the old man holding a cane finally spoke. He sighed and said, "I have been arguing for a day during the day. It seems that she has heard it all. This is her choice. We have too many dead."
The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at everyone with red eyes. The silence during the day broke out after the daughter lost her track. He roared: "What about Baiyue, and the hatred of other people who were killed by the Han soldiers and bandits, are we indifferent?"
Everyone was silent and bowed their heads silently. The middle-aged man snorted coldly, turned and left. The old man looked at his back and sighed again. He knew that the other party would not really run out to find trouble with the army, and every man in this group would not easily leave the whole group indifferent. This is their responsibility.
But in any case, Ding Dakuan's departure still made the crowd silent. But what can they do? The strongest in the village is this martial arts high-strength Ding Dakuan. He can't be the terrifying Lord Mo and the opponent of a group of men.
But the silence did not last too long, and the ceremony must continue. It was just at this moment that everyone saw a figure stumbled in from outside the village. It was Ding Yuan who was in charge of guarding outside the village.
Everyone recognized the familiar figure, and they couldn't help but become nervous subconsciously. Could it be that those vicious Han soldiers have killed them again
But isn't Baiyue gone? "Ding Yuan, what's the matter?" The old man was also slightly startled, but asked immediately. As the leader of this group of people, although he still maintains a deliberate calm on the surface, in fact, his hands are already tightly grasped by the wooden staff.
"Bai Yue she..." Ding Yuan finally ran up to these people and couldn't help but shouted out of breath, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Bai Yue?" The old man was taken aback, his expression changed and immediately asked, "What happened to Bai Yue?"
"Baiyue did go to Shimen City... But... But... That adult followed. After those people learned the news, they all followed..."
"what?"
The news that the little girl went to Shimen with the powerful adult soon spread in this barbarian tribe village located in the remote forest.
At this time, in Shimen City, the young man finished speaking in indignation and took a heavy breath; he couldn't help coughing twice and his face became a little gray.
"But anger can't be eaten, young man." An older martial arts gang elder looked at him unbearably and replied, "You reason with them, and they talk fists with you. They have big fists, what can you do? They are all here, but they still don’t ask, why? Because they are not afraid of us at all."
"Even if there is a war, can we fight?" Another said: "Don't be unrealistic, don't forget that bastard also has an army in his hands. Moreover, once we do it, we will definitely be crowned. It's a crime of conspiracy."
Facing everyone's questions, the young man in a gray-cyan robe gritted his teeth, but couldn't answer. After all, rebellion is not a joke. If it doesn't, it will affect more people.
But at this time, there was a commotion in the crowd. Everyone was taken aback for a moment. The leaders, gang leaders, and famous heroes immediately turned their heads vigilantly and shouted: "What is it, what's the matter? What's the mess?"
"Boss, the officers and soldiers seem to be coming again. They have reinforcements!" The guards on guard immediately shouted loudly.
Hearing this answer, everyone frowned.
There are reinforcements? Haven't most of the officers and soldiers gone out to looting? No wonder there is no fear.
In fact, when the golden marbles took people onto the crowded street, they saw that there were crowds not far away.
So that when looking down from the roof at this moment, the entire several streets are lit by the light of a bonfire. On the side of the bonfire, there were shadows of people, and it was impossible to count how many quacks or gangs there were.
The pale golden marble couldn't help but snorted coldly.
He turned his head and looked at the rows of black-clad soldiers behind him. He knew that hidden underneath were soldiers composed of terrifying elite Golden Army warriors, the ruthless killing machines of the Golden State Army. One of the basic components. This time they made great efforts to support the leader of Mo, in order to deal with a huge plan to deal with the king's army. Originally, killing the King of Letters was the solution once and for all. However, King of Letters Zhao Zhen was too powerful. They repeatedly killed King King of Letters, but ended up losing their soldiers.
Especially this time, when they met the King of Letters, they were not prepared to say nothing, and they were very passive, and finally managed to get rid of the plague god. When they mobilized their troops and prepared to take action, they lost track of the king. All the people who followed were dead, and there was no trace of the letter to the king.
Thinking of this time, his gaze returned to the street, a little impatient, but he still kept a cold tone and said to the Song Army officer next to him: "Sell them, tell them to give them half an hour to leave, otherwise it's not a matter of killing."
His words were as cold as a knife.
After all, rather than directing the battle here, the Jin Jun fierce general hoped to return to the north and go to fight and fight with the King of Letters in an upright manner.
The Song Army officer gave him a careful look, and hurriedly lowered his head. Although he was a little surprised where this strange friendly army came from, he also knew that it was the reinforcements sent by Commander Mo-as to whether the ruthless Commander Mo was colluding with which side of the army, he didn't dare to much. Asked. However, he had never doubted that these mysterious soldiers standing side by side with them would come from the Golden State Army.
After all, this may be too unbelievable no matter from which aspect.
The Song Army officer returned to the city wall. He straightened his throat, but he was secretly proud. He was threatened by these lowly spoilers. He had already suffocated the fire. You must know that on weekdays, these soldiers and bandits are used to bullying and arrogantly bullying others. There is expected to be his turn to be threatened by others one day.
Even if it's just a siege instead of an attack, it's just a threat, but it also makes these people feel ashamed. He immediately waved his hand, summoned everyone not far away, and commanded in full style: "Sell."
The man didn’t dare to neglect, he cleared his throat, and then shouted into the distance: "The untouchables in front, listen to me..."
The officer under Mo's command shouted, and immediately caused a wave of waves among the people gathered together. Everyone stopped unanimously, looked back at the direction of the Shimen City army, and waited with bated breath for the other party's text.
But they found that there is no more to follow. Because the officer had just opened his mouth, he suddenly froze. Because at this moment, an arrow fell to the ground in front of him. Seeing the arrow that was obviously a warning, he was so startled that he couldn't make a sound.
He raised his head and watched the gangsters and gangsters in front of him. After a commotion, he suddenly started from the back of the whole crowd, and the crowd split into two sides silently. And the stare gap formed in the shadow was moving forward silently, approaching the officers and soldiers little by little.
Who is that? Not only him, but Golden Marble also narrowed his eyes, as if petrified, looking in that direction motionlessly.
"Brothers and friends!" By the campfire, the young man in a gray-cyan robe looked disappointedly at the people present: "Can't we fight for dignity, even if only once? Yes, we are people from the rivers and lakes , Is an unstable person in the eyes of the court, but the people of the rivers and lakes also have the glory of our people of the rivers and lakes. This kind of glory is the loyalty and glory of guarding friends and brothers on the battlefield!"
He looked at other people and asked: "We are talking about a meaning, do we have to abandon this meaning, but do not rely on companions, do not rely on friends, what are we called Jianghuren?"
His words brought a silence, as if echoing the silence brought by the distant shouts in the distance.
The gang leaders looked at each other, but they still hesitated. They want to give an explanation to their subordinates, but this explanation is not about such simple things.
No one wants to show weakness, but after all, it is a frontal challenge to the leader of a country. Mo is the leader, and it is even said that it is Zhang Jun, the great red man beside the emperor.
If they choose to fight, then there may be no place for them to stand in the Song Dynasty in the future.
This choice puts them in a dilemma. It is difficult for them to choose between loyalty, dignity and rebellion.
The young man sighed for a long time and said, "I'm sorry, it seems that I was too strong..." He stood up and said, "Okay, but in any case, those friends, brothers and sisters who were killed need one. People ask for justice, I know your difficulties, so if you can’t answer, I’ll help you answer.”
"If you always need to die, let me die with my companion this time. I just hope you will never forget this day. The cold-blooded leader Mo trampled on not only the lives of your companions, but also your life as human beings. dignity."
After speaking, he turned and left.
But before he took two steps, someone stopped him: "You stop!"
The young man in Qingpao stopped.
"Keeping the green hills without worrying about the firewood, have you forgotten that the nobleman who believed in the king Qiansui asked you to pass it. I think what he meant, maybe one day it will bring us justice--!"
"Do you believe it?" The young man interrupted him with a cold snort, and he turned his head back: "Do you believe in such a perfunctory answer? None of those so-called high-minded people is good..."
His words were suddenly cut off.
The young man's pupils dilated in circles, and he looked at the crowd behind him in disbelief, and then separated layer by layer. People gave way to both sides as if the tide was receding.
In the crowd, the bonfire dimmed slightly, and then the young man in Tsing Yi took a breath. He had already seen the figure behind the crowd.
The legend is that a young man who believed in the king, with a little girl, one man with one sword.
Although single-handedly, the young man's aura is like a mighty army.
The letter king Zhao Zhen took Bai Yue with one hand and walked forward step by step. He walked forward with a powerful momentum like an invisible sword separating the crowd. Those who were a little slower were just like The mountain-like breath was so oppressive that he could barely breathe.
No one dared to stop him, and a wide avenue immediately opened up between him and the army in Shimen City.
No one dared to make a sound, and all the swordsmen and adventurers present watched this scene silently.
Looking at the one called Zhao Zhen who may be the believer, passing between them, watching the people behind keep a certain distance and surround them, a group of people silently follow one person, as if they are a warrior and a king. The relationship is the same.
They also saw that the believer Zhao Zhen was holding the little girl beside him without saying a word, slowly walking to the edge of the military line of defense, and stopped.
Everyone is watching this scene.
Bai Yue also raised her head to look at Xinwang Zhao Zhen, her bright eyes full of dependence. The little girl put her little hand in the heart of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's warm hand. The two walked along the way, through the dark forest, through the wilderness under the night, and she always had such a sense of peace and warmth in her heart.
The letter king Zhao Zhen also raised his head, and the pale face of the Great Song officer was reflected in his cold eyes.
"What do you want me to listen to?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen's voice was not high, but it was clearly audible throughout the silent camp. He shouted: "What do you want to say? Officer, are you a soldier or a bandit? I am. Should I call you a bandit officer? Huh?"
The general standing in the distance suddenly suffocated. He seemed to have heard that the young man might be the Marshal of Hebei soldiers and horses, who actually controls the entire Sichuan, Shaanxi and Long Lianghe Road, His Royal Highness the King. He opened his mouth. Although he was only glanced at by the young man, he seemed to be out of breath with a sword in his chest. He subconsciously turned around and wanted to find the support general next to him for help, but found that the other person's figure had long been gone on the wall.