Seeing this scene, the scholars and students' faces changed, but they still tried their best to maintain their composure.

Most people are foolish and are easily misled by external things and moved by short-term gains.

"We are not saying that Duke Cheng was innocent and guilty in the past. We are saying that even after the peace talks, he is still greedy for power and is still obsessed with wars..." a scholar said in a deep voice.

Before he could finish his words, the excited northern refugees rushed forward again.

This time there was no more spitting and cursing; their eyes were red and they looked extremely angry, and someone grabbed the scribe by the collar.

The scribe was suddenly startled and cried out.

"What do you want to do?" he shouted.

The other scholars were also frightened, but they did not run away in fear. Instead, they stepped forward and surrounded the refugee.

The two sides faced off.

The officers and soldiers on duty were so frightened that their legs were cramped. Was this going to cause unrest? If these tens of thousands of people went crazy, they would not be able to stop them. These scholars and writers would be beaten to death on the spot!

Facing this huge crowd, the scholars and literati did not retreat, but looked resolute.

"Zhu Shan, are you trying to incite the people to riot?" the leading scholar shouted, taking another step forward. "Then come on, if you want to get through today, you have to step over me."

"Step over us!" the scholars and students shouted in unison.

Although they were outnumbered in front of tens of thousands of people, they were still very imposing.

If it really causes civil unrest, it would be a serious crime, and the generals in the army would also be terrified.

"My Lord, please say something." They couldn't help but say hastily.

At this time, the only one who can stop these people is Duke Cheng.

But Duke Cheng, who was about to go out to face the scholars and the people, stopped, turned his horse around and retreated.

"No need to say anything." He said gently.

No need to say anything? Why? The generals looked even more confused.

Are these northern refugees really going to cause trouble?

It's so strange that these people came. Could it be that this was really arranged by Duke Cheng?

But this is tens of thousands of people, it is not easy to arrange...

The situation was tense, but the scene that everyone feared did not occur.

The refugee who was grabbing the scholar did not hit him, and the other refugees did not rush forward either.

"What are we going to do?" The refugee said in a sad and angry voice, staring at the scholar in front of him with red eyes, "We would like to ask you what you are going to do? What do you think of us? Do you think of us as human beings?"

"Negotiation, is peace negotiation just a trivial word in your eyes?"

"Will ceding the three counties make everyone happy?"

"You only think that if we negotiate peace, there will be no war and you can continue to live in peace. Have you ever thought about us?"

"We, the people of the three counties, number hundreds of thousands! Have you ever thought that we are also human beings?"

"Have you ever thought that with a few words we are no longer people of the Great Zhou, and we, whose ancestors have been people of the Zhou, have become people of the Jin?"

"Have you ever thought about what we will become if there is no more war and peace?" "Under the iron hoof of the Jin people, we are not even human beings!"

This series of questions made the scholar's face pale, and also changed the expressions of the scholars and students behind him.

"Yes, there is no war, you have a good life, but what about us?" an old woman said tremblingly, "Do you know how the Jin people treat us?"

"They killed our entire village," a child shouted.

"They treat us like animals," a young man shouted, tearing off his tattered clothes to reveal the marks left by the whip. "We are treated like cattle and horses, and we are killed at will."

"They used us as targets to practice their sword and archery skills. My entire family died at their hands." an old man cried.

"They eat human flesh."

"They use us as firewood."

Countless shouts and cries were heard. As the story was told and described, the people present seemed to see the scene of fire raging and wailing everywhere, and many of them began to cry.

Even the scholars couldn't help but tremble.

"Here you are, well fed and well dressed, living a peaceful life, but you get scared when you hear about war and cry out when you hear about spending money."

"For the sake of your so-called peace, you think that it is the Duke of Cheng who is responsible for the disaster caused by these soldiers' belligerence. Do you still have a conscience?"

"The Jin people don't treat us as human beings, and you don't treat us as human beings either."

"Why didn't Duke Cheng retreat? Why did he fight? Why did these soldiers and generals prepare to die for us? Because they treat us as human beings, not objects that can be abandoned at will!"

"They refused to retreat or give in and continued to fight because they wanted to rescue us and bring back hundreds of thousands of our people from the three counties. The three counties were ceded, but the people were not!"

The shouting and crying became louder, and the crowd moved forward again.

The scholars and literati lost their spirit and took a step back with pale faces.

A refugee suddenly rushed in front of a scholar.

The scholar couldn't help shaking, but he saw the refugee just snatched the flagpole from his hand.

The big flag with red letters on a white background reads "Soldiers of a Lost Country."

The refugee looked at these four words with red eyes and broke his knees suddenly.

"Whether they are soldiers who lost their country is not up to you to decide!" he shouted, "Whether they are guilty or not is not up to you to decide!"

Countless refugees rushed over and stomped on the broken flag.

"We have the final say!"

"We have the final say!"

The old man in the lead looked at these scholars and literati with determination.

"If you want to ask about the crime of Duke Cheng, or the crime of these soldiers and generals, then you should ask about our crime first. It is we who are guilty and have implicated the Great Zhou." He shouted in a deep voice.

"Ask us about our sins!" Countless shouts echoed, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The scholars retreated again.

The refugees stepped forward again.

The old man turned around again and looked at the military formation behind him.

"Duke Cheng, they won't welcome you," he said, "We will welcome them. They are blocking the way, and we will clear the way."

He said this and stepped forward.

Countless refugees followed behind him.

"They don't praise your contributions, we do!"

"You protected us in the past, today we will protect you!"

Step by step, group by group, they move forward.

The scholars retreated step by step.

The officers and soldiers on duty did not stop them, but stood by the roadside and saluted the military formation.

The people of the capital were no longer frightened and stood on the roadside to salute the military formation.

The leading scholar looked at the people who were supporting each other as they walked forward step by step, and finally he let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong with doing what the people want?" he murmured, turning away.

Following his move, the others looked disheartened and retreated to both sides, unable to stop the approaching crowd.

The road is wide and open, with no more obstructions.

Looking at the people surging forward, the officers in the army were no longer afraid. Their expressions were excited, as if they were the lone army in Yizhou who was fighting to death and heard that reinforcements were coming.

These people were unarmed, had no war horses or weapons, and were once like grass that they protected, but now they can become as tall and mighty as mountains.

I didn't think about getting something in return, but the reward appeared in an instant. This is what is called the fairness of heaven.

"My Lord." They couldn't help but shout.

Duke Chengguo still looked calm.

"Let's go." He said gently, looking at the people surrounding him from all sides, and smiled again, "We are also people, let's take off our armor and clothes."

The generals reacted immediately, responded in unison, and urged their horses to pass on the order in all directions.

As the order was passed on, thousands of soldiers dismounted, took off their armor, and piled them up on the roadside.

"Enter the city." Zhao Hanqing also took off his armor. The woman's figure looked even smaller, but her aura remained the same. She raised her hand and shouted.

Thousands of soldiers mounted their horses again, the common people, unarmed and ready, with the clatter of horses' hooves, they headed towards the city gate, led by the people in front and surrounded by people on the left, right and back.

Among the tens of thousands of people, no one knew who started singing first.

"My family Yan Zhaobei is in such a state of devastation that it is beyond words."

"The mountains and rivers are in turmoil, and the Hu riders are in the wind and rain."

This hoarse, tuneless song was immediately echoed by the people.

"Luckily I have a good husband, one man is worth a thousand."

"A fierce anger rushed out of my heart, and I regarded death as sleep."

"Having a military kin to me is better than having parents."

"You will go through fire and water for me, how dare you delay?"

"If ten thousand people are united, they can shake Mount Tai."

"Only loyalty and righteousness, the courage to fight against the bull."

This was a victory song that spread throughout the north. Soon, not only the people but also the officers and soldiers on horseback began to sing along.

Those thin soldiers who had taken off their armor and weapons no longer had the fear and confusion they had before. They straightened their backs again, their eyes were firm and their spirits were high.

They are not soldiers who will destroy their country.

They are not warmongers.

The blood they shed, the injuries they suffered, the pain they endured in battle, everything was seen, remembered, and considered an honor by someone.

The voices of thousands of people were like thunder, rolling up the earth and heading straight for the capital, unstoppable.