Chapter 102: The Heroes of Troubled Times
There are nine states in the land of Dayue.
Kyushu is vast, and the transmission of news always takes time to slowly spread.
The thirty-seventh year of Zongming, late summer.
Two earth-shattering pieces of news finally created a huge wave on the unsettled surface of Dayue Jiuzhou, igniting a prairie fire with an unstoppable momentum! First, the 100,000 troops of General Zhang Qihan, the Border Guard, were almost completely annihilated in the Hengjie Mountains, and then they fought to the death in Yuzhou Pass, but were ultimately defeated by the coalition forces of the four countries, and died while the city was broken. The Daqing soldiers entered the city and did not put down their swords for ten days!
If the sword is not put down for ten days, it would be a massacre in normal terms!
This war is no longer a small-scale conflict like in the past. If we lose, it will only be a competition of annual tribute and compensation.
It is a fight to the death, with merciless bloodletting and killing, and the disaster of national extinction is imminent.
Secondly, Mo Qiu, the great master of the Mohist school, murdered the emperor during the grand ceremony for the 60th birthday of Emperor Zong Ming in the Wanshou Palace! Compared with these two pieces of news, the third piece of news that followed seemed somewhat insignificant.
It was simply that after Emperor Zongming died, Prince Yu ascended the throne and became the new emperor.
However, the people of the world are still far from getting out of the shadow of Emperor Zong Ming, and naturally have no good feelings towards his descendants. They wish Mo Qiu could perform the feat of assassinating the emperor again.
Yangzhou.
A garden that is extremely luxurious and not much inferior to Prince Yu’s Palace.
Blood was flowing everywhere, and tragic blood flowers and screams continued to ring out in this paradise on earth that seemed like a paradise on earth.
Soon, when everything stops.
Box after box of gold, silver and treasures were pushed out, and mountains of grain in the warehouse appeared in front of everyone. The farmers wearing yellow scarves looked at the treasures stained with blood with anger.
That is the color created by their countless blood and sweat, and it is hidden in the homes of these wealthy families!
Even if they were full of food, they would not leave even a drop to let them eat a little more.
When the long sword was raised, the masters who used to order us around were nothing more than a few pieces of fat meat that would not move! So, can we also hold our heads high and stand tall in such a respectful place, without being ordered around or treated like dogs? ! Huang Chao walked in the garden with a calm expression. Countless soldiers wearing yellow scarves, or farmers, had occupied the city.
The prosperity of Jiangnan is known to the whole world.
There are countless treasures hidden here. In the past, they could only be piled up in the warehouse, quietly waiting to get moldy and then be thrown away as garbage.
Now that he is here, everything is returned to him.
As I was walking across a small bridge, I suddenly heard a woman's terrified and desperate cry.
Huang Chao frowned and followed the sound.
Several skinny farmers with dark and gray faces who had been working hard in the fields for many years were surrounding a beautiful woman with a gorgeous face and a plump figure, and were touching her all over.
The soft and comfortable dress with bright colors, dense stitching and colorful patterns was torn into pieces by the big hands that were full of cracked, shriveled and horrible scars, revealing the fair and tender skin hidden within.
Compared with the palm that looks like cracks in the loess, the fair and tender skin is like the bright moon in the sky, which can only be admired by mortals in this life.
The beautiful woman struggled hard, but unfortunately her strength was too weak, and large patches of white inevitably appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The cries of fear and despair became louder and more intense.
Huang Chao's expression turned cold.
He took a step forward and came in front of several people. Without any movement, several farmers wearing yellow scarves surrounding the beautiful woman were thrown into the air and fell to the ground! The beautiful woman, who seemed to be haunted by a nightmare, had tears in her eyes. When she saw the figure who seemed to be a god descending from heaven, she didn't care about the slightest bit of scenery being exposed, and embraced him recklessly.
“Save me!”
Tears slid down her beautiful cheeks. No matter how frightened and desperate she was, that voice seemed to have an indelible charm.
"you!"
Several farmers who were knocked to the ground struggled to stand up and were about to scold him, but when they saw that man, they froze on the spot, "Yellow King?!"
Huang Chao glanced at the men with an unfriendly look, and said in an extremely cold voice: "Da Yue asked you to kneel down, I want you to stand up. To stand up is to be a human being, not an animal!"
"We. She."
Some farmers lowered their heads, not knowing how to answer.
Until one person said, "Don't look at her with pity, she is the thirteenth concubine of the official. She just wanted to eat lychees, but the servants couldn't deliver them in time, so she was beaten to death! Even the common people who planted lychees lost their families because of this! Such a monster, this is retribution!"
The beautiful woman who was holding Huang Chao's legs began to tremble, and said with tears in her eyes: "Master, save me! I can serve you, you can do whatever you want! Save me, save me!"
Huang Chao lowered his head and used his big hand to gently wipe away the tears that had not yet had time to slide down the beautiful woman's face.
"Don't be afraid."
He said.
A look of joy at surviving a calamity appeared on the beautiful woman's face. In an instant, it seemed as if hundreds of flowers were in full bloom, so beautiful that it was beyond words. She was truly a rare beauty in the world.
Even the several angry farmers who were blown to the ground were stunned.
However, the next moment, a palm fell.
The beautiful woman's headless body swayed and then fell to the ground.
"I'm here to save you."
Huang Chao said.
His eyes swept across the farmers, and across the rich gardens built with the blood and sweat of countless poor people. The sound was very light, but it seemed like thousands of mountains falling down.
"I'm here to save you."
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The figure went away, but it was not over yet.
Or rather, it has just begun.
When he returned to the base camp, a subordinate came quickly with a letter, looking extremely excited.
Huang Chao took the letter and first showed an uncontrollable anger on his face. After reading the next letter, he smiled as if he was a hero and clapped his hands, saying, "What a Mo Qiu! What a Emperor Slayer!"
"Heavenly King, the fortress of Yuzhou has been lost. With the troops of the four countries advancing straight in, we must move faster. Yuzhou and Yangzhou still have some borders, so we must gain enough capital and righteousness before the troops of the four countries arrive!"
"Yes, there is also Mo Qiu. His reputation is already at its peak, and there are 3,000 Mo followers behind him. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is revered by 10,000 people. Now he has eliminated this great evil for the people, and I am afraid he has won the hearts of the people! Although the White Lotus Sect Leader is a strong enemy, compared with Mo Qiu, he is nothing to be afraid of!"
"The White Lotus Sect has been passed down for at least hundreds of years, and its shadow has been present in every dynasty, but what great things have they accomplished? In my opinion, Mo Qiu is the biggest threat. Extraordinary people do extraordinary things, and their appeal is unparalleled. If they are determined to raise the flag of rebellion, I am afraid that tens of thousands of people will come to join them, and the whole world will respond. We must be careful!"
A group of counselors spoke out.
Huang Chao listened quietly to the arguments of his advisers. When the quarrels gradually died down, he stretched out his hand and signaled everyone to stop talking.
He had seen Mo Qiu before.
In the Meteorite Land of Yuzhou, I had fought with him several times.
He is indeed a rare genius. Even if he is born with supernatural powers, he cannot have the upper hand at all, and is even slightly suppressed.
In terms of personal strength, Mo Qiu is indeed not inferior to him.
With his broad mind and tolerance for the world, Moqiu is truly one of the best in the world.
However, even if he dared to kill the emperor, would he really rebel? These counselors had never seen that person.
So they won’t understand.
"Today, the smoke of war is everywhere, the country is about to fall, and the scene of people suffering is imminent. There are endless people with wild ambitions, who really think they can command the world by raising the banner of rebellion. Little do they know that they are all traitors and opportunists!"
When everyone around him quieted down, Huang Chao continued, "The heroes of the world today are only Mo Qiu and Chao! Mo Qiu seeks profit for the people, and I seek life for the people! I should announce to the world that I am willing to accept the words of Mohism, practice its morality, and uphold its philosophy. Mo Qiu can be the national teacher, and Mozhe can be the national sword. What do you think?"
Many counselors looked at each other.
Although no words were spoken, they could see the disapproval in each other's eyes.
It sounds nice, but you are just too shameless? Although he serves you as his master, Mo Qiu is not inferior to you in strength or personality charm, and is even stronger.
Not to mention that he killed Emperor Zongming first, and the only thing left is to raise his arm and call for help. Why does he need to be loyal to you? Why don't you think of a way to throw dirty water on him quickly, and still want to recruit him to be your national teacher at this time? Brother, it's very difficult for us to do this!
Huang Chao looked around.
No one even nodded in agreement, and it was obvious that no one took what he said to heart.
He smiled indifferently and murmured in a low voice: "Moqiu, Moqiu, what will you choose?"
(End of this chapter)