The officers and soldiers stopped and retreated.
One Imperial Guard was fine, but a group of them made them a little scared.
Only the lackey was left, standing helplessly in the pouring rain.
He saw the little grass standing nearby and suddenly rushed towards her.
They wanted to take Xiaocao hostage to make the Imperial Guards wary.
Once we return to Lingnan City, we will make these people pay for their crimes in blood.
He had just run up to the little grass, ready to reach out and grab it.
I felt a flash of cold light before my eyes, and then I felt weak all over.
His mind was filled with images of his life, like a fleeting glimpse of a scene.
The last thing he saw was the man named Chen Da slowly sheathing his knife.
The body, propelled by inertia, took a few steps forward before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
A head rolled down to Xiong Er's feet.
Zhao Hu looked at Chen Da, his expression somewhat surprised.
In his mind, this man was not a good person.
Why did they suddenly come to the rescue this time?
Chen Da smiled at him, then turned and called out to his subordinates.
"City gate guards, step forward!"
With a whoosh.
All the soldiers guarding the city stepped forward.
Xiong Er stood in front of Xiao Cao, looked at the human head on the ground, and swallowed hard.
He was a little scared, but when he saw Zhao Hu and Chen Da, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
"Security Corps, step forward!"
Whoosh, another group of soldiers stepped forward.
Everyone stood in the heavy rain, as if a fire was burning inside them.
Zhao Hu walked up to them, holding the token, and spoke.
"Now, on behalf of the Immortal Lord, I give the order!"
"All soldiers, step forward!"
This time, no one backed down.
Except for the guerrilla general's men.
Zhao Hu gave them a disdainful look and shouted loudly.
"Now, the time has come for the village and the adults to test us."
“Look at these people, who hasn’t saluted or bowed to us?”
"The Immortal Lord has never skimped on military pay; he feeds us cured meat and eggs every day."
"Now that the Immortal Master is not here, we must remember his rules and his principles even more."
Looking at the group of soldiers standing tall in the rain, Zhao Hu felt a surge of pride.
"An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one!"
He roared, "So please remember now, leave the houses to the villagers, and we'll go to do disaster relief, repair the houses, and maintain order."
"The villagers never had a moment when they could all take shelter from the rain. We will always stand in the rain to protect them from this downpour."
The village was deathly silent; no one uttered a sound.
Even the fleeing refugees stood still, forgetting to breathe.
The soldier's expression grew increasingly resolute, his eyes blazing with fury.
"yes!"
Thirteen hundred soldiers roared in unison.
The sound pierced through heaven and earth, resounding throughout the world.
The little grass stood in the crowd and cried.
She didn't know why, but she just wanted to cry.
Zhao Hu's eyes were slightly red, and he swung his right hand forcefully.
"Help!"
"Here you go!"
Each team of officers and soldiers conscientiously went to treat every villager.
Xiong Er led a security team to guide villagers into their houses and maintain order.
Chen Da was in charge of searching the collapsed houses to see if anyone was trapped underneath.
The 60-year-old traditional Chinese medicine doctor kept moving among the refugees, checking who was injured.
They took off their clothes and covered the children and the elderly with them.
A group of naked, burly men stood out awkwardly from the crowd.
Third Sister covered her mouth and cried uncontrollably.
Countless refugees, with tears in their eyes, begged them to come in and take shelter from the rain and warm themselves by the fire.
They shook their heads and ran into the heavy rain.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, they walked against the flow of people.
Like a ray of light, illuminating the dark night of despair.
Slowly, one man after another emerged from the refugees and joined their ranks.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
When Li Chang'an returned, the refugees had been mostly settled.
Thousands of soldiers, shirtless, rescued people from the ruins.
Zhao Hu stood in the middle of the village, leaning on his knife and holding his token, like a flag in the heavy rain.
Li Chang'an deactivated his armor and walked up to him.
The two remained silent, facing each other in the pouring rain.
This was the first time Zhao Hu had looked directly at Li Chang'an, neither humble nor arrogant, and without fear.
"How are the villagers?"
Li Chang'an looked at him and asked calmly.
Upon hearing him speak, Zhao Hu put down the token in his hand and said calmly, "The villagers have been basically resettled, but it's uncertain whether anyone is still trapped under the collapsed houses."
Li Chang'an walked behind him, his back to him, and watched a group of burly men, naked, rescuing people. He felt that Chengxi Village was now a paradise on earth.
"Let them take shelter from the rain. All those at the captain level and above, continue the search and rescue operation and maintain order."
Zhao Hu turned around, stood next to him, and shook his head.
"I remember you said, sir, 'If only I could have thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor scholars of the world and make them smile.'"
"I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but now I understand its significance."
Li Chang'an did not insist, after all, there were still many refugees trapped under the houses.
"Why did you step forward? You could have continued to hide."
Zhao Hu looked at Xiao Cao and the others, his eyes softening.
"When I was a child, my family was poor. I was determined to make a lot of money and become a high-ranking official so that everyone in the world could have enough to eat."
"When you grow up, all you want to do is make money and become an official."
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