Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 869 Kowtow to Chang'an (End)

  Hu Zhen on the other side of the Weishui River was sitting on horseback, also closely following Huangfusong's movements. Although Jia Xu was full of confidence when he said it, Hu Zhen didn't know whether Huangfusong would follow what Jia Xu said. Now that Huangfusong's soldiers slowed down, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

  In Jia Xu's original plan, he didn't think that these ordinary people could stop Yang Biaohuangfusong's footsteps. These people were just trying to gain some time to recruit more officials in Chang'an City.

  What does it mean to hurt its kind?

   Would an ordinary person feel sad and distraught because of the death of a group of ants, or the death of a few colonies of bees, or even the slaughter of a few sheds of cattle and sheep?

  Probably not.

  Maybe I will open my mouth happily, ready to eat a serious meal of ants climbing the tree, and I will be happy and excited about the luxurious feast of cattle and sheep...

  Why?

   is to hurt its kind.

  Just as ordinary people do not regard cattle and sheep as their own kind, Yang Biao and Huangfusong also do not regard these common people at the bottom of the Han Dynasty as their own kind.

  These common people, these heads of Guizhou, these civilians, these civilians are just a group of ants, a group of worker bees, a group of moths who don’t know how high the sky is and how thick the land is, and they are just summer insects that the people can make but not know.

  It’s like the later generations. Although every company is clamoring that "customers are God" and "consumers are the parents of food and clothing", but do you know what their bosses said when they assembled the marketing department and planning department? What is the report written in the hand?

   Exactly the same reason.

   There are tens of thousands of stupid people in the big man, what can they count as hundreds of thousands of deaths, or even hundreds of thousands?

  But the gentry is different...

  The gentry are the people!

  These descendants of the gentry are the real people Yang Biao and Huangfusong belong to in ideology!

  These gentry children who were **** and pushed to the front are the same kind in Yang Biao and Huangfusong's minds!

  As for Hu Zhen, he didn't think so much, he just followed Jia Xu's plan and arrangement, and seeing Huangfusong's reaction, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The matter of the military strategists itself relies on this **** courage. Now these soldiers of Huangfusong have consumed most of their initial vigor on the people of Chang'an, and now they have been stopped abruptly. Physically, the feeling of exhaustion will surge up quickly, and the longer it drags on, the less chance it will be to continue fighting.

Yang Biao also rushed up, and when he saw the situation on the other side of the bridge, he couldn't help being dazed for a moment, and then he shouted loudly: "Hu Zhen! You dared to kill the sons of dignified court ministers and princes by doing such a despicable thing. ..."

  Before Yang Biao finished speaking, Hu Zhen looked up to the sky and laughed, pointed backwards, and said, "Mr. Yang! Don't do this! If you want to plant blame, you have to see clearly! Just look at the top of the city!"

Yang Biao turned his head suddenly and saw a lot of people from Yingyingzhuo appearing in the flames above the city of Chang'an in the distance, and he could vaguely recognize that they were the Shandong gentry whose sons were tied up. , a member of the court.

   "This... this..." Seeing such a situation, Yang Biao couldn't say anything.

If you just follow Yang Biao's idea just now and forcefully rely on Xiliang soldiers to talk about these things, even if there are people and soldiers, but who can speak clearly in the chaos army, and after paying some interests and compromises, it will be more or less okay. Fooling the past, but now wanting to act directly in front of these court officials and under the watchful eyes of everyone, these are two completely different things.

  Huangfusong didn't want to take on this responsibility. Could it be that Yang Biao dared to oppose so many Shandong gentry?

   Could it be that he killed these people first, and then went to apologize in front of these Shandong gentry?

  Are you kidding me?

  Even if I don’t want this little life anymore, what about the face of the Yang family?

  What about the future of the Hongnong Yang family?

   Without the vassals and support of these second-class gentry, can it still be the world's crowning family?

  Hongnong has already been largely abolished by Dong Zhuo. If he loses the support of these gentry, how can he compete with the Yuan family in the future?

"I don't want to say anything else. For today, you and I will temporarily suspend our troops. I will let these people go tomorrow morning. Let's have a fight! Each of you should use your own skills! How about it?" Hu Zhen roared carelessly, "If Yang Gong disagrees, so you can attack it anyway! A certain person will flee west as soon as it’s a big deal! Anyway, a certain son can get enough benefits! Hahahaha, even occupying the mountain as king is enough to be happy for a while! But... hehe Hey, let's see how Yang Gong faces the officials of the court?! What kind of face will he return to Shandong?!"

  Yang Biao clenched his hands tightly together, his nails were embedded in his flesh, "...if you do this despicable thing again tomorrow, so what?"

Hu Zhen sneered, then patted his chest, without saving any face for Yang Biao, and said: "If it weren't for the fact that I and I have come all the way from afar and haven't repaired them properly, why would we use such a disgusting method?" Don’t worry, Mr. Yang, tomorrow morning, I will definitely let him go! I am a man from Xiliang, if I spit in a hole, I will definitely keep my word! How can I be like some bastards, laughing in front of my face, and immediately stabbing me behind my back?"

"...According to your words, temporarily suspend the army!" Yang Biao was silent for a while, pretending that he couldn't hear Hu Zhen's sarcasm, and raised his voice, "My nephews! Yang can only do this, if tomorrow if this thief If you do this despicable method...Yang is helpless!"

   "Repeat what Duke Yang said!" Huangfusong ordered immediately.

   "Temporary cessation..." Immediately, the soldiers repeated in unison, so that the officials on the top of the city could hear it, but the current situation seemed so ironic and ridiculous.

  How many heads of Guizhou had died, and how many people's blood had been stained, they could not stop the footsteps of the soldiers, but they stopped because of dozens of heirs of high officials in the court.

  In the palace, the safety of the emperor of the Liu family is still unknown, and the two armies are already exchanging chips, negotiating with each other across the Wei River that has been stained with blood.

The army of the big man, a strong frontier army, a strong forbidden army, at this moment, the swords and guns in their hands are not stained with the blood of foreigners, barbarians, or invaders, but scrambling to chop off their own blood. The heads of the people.

   Above the sky, dark clouds rolled.

  On the earth, flesh and blood flowed freely.

  The flames and black smoke at the top of Chang'an City seem to be crying, shouting, and asking:

   Could this be a big man?

   Could this be the man who has experienced ups and downs for more than four hundred years?

   Could this be how many outstanding people in Huanghuang once straddled the east and west, attacked Mobei from afar, and said "Those who offend my strong man will be punished even if they are far away"?

  (end of this chapter)