Of course, in the final analysis, it was just bad luck for this guy... After all, after the scene after Jingkang, who wouldn't think that the Song Dynasty was doomed? There are so many ambitious people, and a lot of them have crossed the red line, so what's wrong with the Monkey King wanting to be the King of Chu?

But, isn't it that the Song Dynasty has been revived and is alive and kicking again? This is embarrassing.

"Why……"

Zhang Jun figured out the whole thing in an instant. He thought this man was ridiculous. He wanted to use this man to surrender dozens of strongholds in Hunan. He sighed and comforted him. "What you said makes sense. We can only say that the general trend is like this. No one can do anything about it. You must know that the emperor once meditated with the monks of Daxiangguo Temple in Tokyo. It is said that a speck of dust in this general trend, when it falls on a person, is a mountain. It's just that you are unlucky."

There is so much truth in this statement. The Monkey King, who had killed countless monks, felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning when he heard it. He was deeply saddened and burst into tears.

However, the Great Sage cried even more sadly, but Prime Minister Zhang Deyuan was too lazy to pay attention to him, because his attention was attracted by the other person brought by Bi Jin at this time - a sturdy man who had his armor stripped off and the ropes on his body were cutting into his flesh. His legs were completely powerless, and he was just dragged up the hill, but he still raised his head and looked around, then gritted his teeth and glared at the surrendered generals around him. As far as he looked, except Huang Zuo, who probably felt that the people of Lizhou had been wronged before and was not afraid at all, almost no one who surrendered later dared to look at him.

There is no doubt that this person is Yang Yao, who had previously planned to kidnap Zhong Xiang's son and escape, and he is also the real military leader of the Dongting Lake rebels.

Yang Yao looked around disdainfully, and when he saw Zhong Xiang, who had been stripped of his clothes and was just crying, he could no longer bear it, his eyes were almost bloodshot, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Zhong Xiang! He's dead! Why are you crying?!"

In his words, Yang Yao no longer addressed the other party as Prince or Great Sage Grandpa, but he only spoke to this person after being dragged all the way here... It can be seen that he is half-hearted about Zhong Xiang, but also half-resented and unwilling to give up.

Of course.

You have to know that the term "grandfather" in those days was actually what my father meant. Zhong Xiang sold insurance through a community in Dongting Lake, and insurance is undoubtedly a great business. Therefore, all the people who joined their community, hundreds of thousands of people, called him "grandfather". Coupled with the specific religious color and the word "Great Sage", then in many senses, this Great Sage Grandfather is equivalent to the Godfather on the island of Sicily in later generations.

It’s just that all the mafia organizations in Sicily combined may not be as big as the one in Dongting Lake, and they don’t have the ability to leap onto the stage of history.

Without further ado, let's get back to the present. Not to mention that the Monkey King had already lost his spirit and just covered his face and cried when he heard that, Zhang Jun, who had a lively personality, was slightly moved... After Yue Fei's introduction before, he already knew that Yang Yao was the real leader of the rebels. He was a capable man and even had studied elementary school for a few years. In addition, the court had already made a conclusion, from Zhong Xiang on down, there were layers of distinctions, so this Yang Yao might not be useless... In other words, Zhang Jun had a sudden desire to love talent.

"Yang Yao, are you willing to surrender?" Thinking of this, Zhang Shuxiang did not hesitate to blurt out the answer. His originally perfunctory words now carried a hint of sincerity.

Yang Yao had expected this question, but he did not wait for the soldiers on both sides to put him down. He stiffened his neck and yelled at Zhang Jun who was sitting in the middle: "Yue thieves! You court running dogs, first let the officials take away our food and clothing, and then brought a group of Hebei dogs to kill our Dongting Lake brothers. How dare you come to surrender?! Do you think I am such a spineless person?"

These words were expected by everyone, except that Zhang Jun was mistaken for Yue Fei. Even the "Hebei dogs" in Yue Fei's army, after experiencing so many things, did not feel anything about the insults of a dying man.

Zhang Jun was not angry either. He just sneered in response: "Yang Yao, what you said is unreasonable. The war in the north is a national war, which concerns the life and death of the country. It is not just Jingxiang that has increased the land tax. The southeast has also increased the commercial tax, and Bashu has even prepaid a whole year's tax and land tax... Do you know? Even I once donated my property... Everything I did was to protect the Central Plains and Guanzhong, and then to recover Hedong and Hebei. It's like a family encountering difficulties and the whole family is tightening their belts together..."

"Bullshit!" Yang Mo was thrown to the ground, his lower limbs paralyzed, and he continued to curse. "Who are you from?! We are from Jingxiang, and you are from Hebei. We are fishermen and farmers who can't afford to eat, and you are nobles and soldiers! What does it have to do with us to protect the Central Plains? What does Hebei and Hedong have to do with us? You want us to spend the food we have worked hard for a year for no reason?! Even if you are from Hebei, you should act like a beggar when you ask us for help. How can you ignore our lives?!"

Zhang Jun sighed, just glanced at Yue Fei and was too lazy to defend himself. He just felt a little sorry for Yue Pengju.

Yang Yao had no idea of ​​this, and just kept on yelling, "Besides, what kind of people are you nobles? Do you think we are stupid? The money and food we collected at the cost of our lives is not enough for you to have a drink in the palace, and how much of it was actually used for the soldiers? Do you really think we have never seen what it's like to be an official... You said you donated your family property, that's because you know that if you win the war, you as a marshal can get ten times the money back, but what about us? Did you get half a penny from returning to Hebei?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jun looked down at the strange pseudo-Chu clothing confiscated beside him, and then looked at Yue Fei, who was clearly trying his best to care for the people of Hunan and Huxi, but at this moment, veins were throbbing in the corners of his eyes. He lost his patience and just waved his hand: "Drag him away and chop him off, and send his head to various places along the shore of Dongting Lake!"

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