A tsunami that blocked out the sun suddenly rose from the calm and beautiful sea level without any warning, swallowing up all the land it passed by inch by inch.
The tsunami ravaged people's homes, and the survivors watched their loved ones die in front of them.
Watching the houses collapse, there were crashing sounds all around.
"Mom!" The middle-aged man watched his elderly mother being swept away by the tsunami and tried to pull her back like crazy.
But he was held tightly by the survivors.
Flames of hatred rose from the man's eyes, and his expression was distorted as he looked at the houses on the high ground.
He shouted angrily, "It's all these damn officials who have harmed us. The people of Changnan were talking about the natural disaster everywhere. Their prince is a god, and the god told the king about the natural disaster a month ago! But these people are only concerned with fighting for power and profit, and don't care about our lives!"
"They're not afraid of natural disasters because they live in high places! I saw with my own eyes that they brought cartloads of grain into the palace, yet they're asking us to sell it!"
As he knelt and cried, some people recalled that a month ago, people on the border of Dazhao were spreading the news that a natural disaster was coming.
What did they do at that time?
Laughing, doubting.
They still remembered that the king had issued an order, saying that Dazhao had other plans. They also laughed at Dazhao for resorting to such a trick.
But now, my face is burning with pain!
Everything the emperor said to the little fat boy before he fainted came true one by one.
Dazhao suffered a disaster, and the other two countries would only be hit harder.
When riots broke out in various places and the people of the country rose up in rebellion, the courts of both countries were in a state of panic.
However, due to the massive influx of silver, their food reserves were almost depleted.
Faced with the angry and hungry victims, the imperial court that failed to provide relief food became their enemy.
We pay taxes every year, but where does the grain we pay go?
The two big countries were in constant turmoil, but the surrounding small countries were at peace.
Follow whoever is the strongest.
Seeing that the whole country of Dazhao was preparing to fight the natural disaster, the people of small countries also followed suit.
There are also small countries affected by the disaster, which are ready to surrender like Jiaozhi.
It's nice to take shelter under a big tree.
Before the sandstorms started again, Sangji and his family quietly left the oasis and headed for the border of Dazhao.
They confronted the remaining people, whose eyes were red with hunger.
"Zaxi! I know you have a lot of food. Put it down, or you will die."
Several men with cracked and bleeding mouths, dressed in tattered clothes, holding big knives, spoke to Sangji Adie with fierce looks on their faces.
Looking at the group of old and weak people behind them and the greed in their eyes, Zhaxi slowly stepped back: "You can give us the food, but you have to leave some for us."
There is a saying in Dazhao that goes, "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
They were numerous and powerful, and he had wives and children behind him, so he had no choice but to retreat.
Sang Ji looked at the ferocious uncles he knew in the past, then thought about the food he had hidden at home, and said with reluctance, "Dad..."
Zhaxi yelled, "Shut up!"
Sanxi clutched the booklet angrily and retreated unwillingly.
"That's great. We don't want to kill anyone either." It was the fourth day of the sandstorm, and they hadn't eaten in a long time.
They could still bear it when everything was buried in the sand, but their family members couldn't.
If this continues, they will not be able to help but eat people.
Fortunately, the Tashi family, who had always been mocking him, hid a lot of food, and thought of the natural disaster that Dazhao had once mentioned.
The man regretted it very much. If he had believed it, would his family be able to survive like Tashi?
Qiangba wiped away his tears fiercely, picked up the knife to receive the food, and passed by the young man with his head lowered and fists clenched, and Qiangba paused.
Sangji once called him uncle, and he even shared food with Sangji.
His youngest son is friends with Sangji. If he had listened to the little god, would his youngest son have survived?
Thinking of his little son who was blown away, Qiangba burst into tears.
Sangji looked at Qiangba and took a step back behind his father.
"Little God bless you, little God bless you."
He lowered his head and muttered to himself, just like Fang Qi.
Hearing this familiar name, Qiangba also said: "Little God, please bless me and let me find my son."
He knew that this was just psychological comfort.
The flying yellow sand was covering the sky and the earth again; He was coming.
He heard someone calling the pure, soft one with the sparkle in his eyes.
"Son, looking for my son?" No one could hear his mumbling.
He knew that the son and the father, because of that soft and innocent life, also loved their father.
He remembered, with those sparkling tears falling drop by drop, saying, “My Father cannot live without me; he will die.”
Then, He raised His hand and dug out the human with the same aura as this man.
The scorching sun baked the earth, yellow sand flew everywhere, and the road ahead was unclear.
The two groups looked at each other warily. As soon as Sangji turned his head, he saw something coming from the yellow sand in the distance.
Subconsciously he shouted, "Get out of the way!"
People fell to the ground and looked in the direction he was facing, and saw something falling out, neither light nor heavy.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, blowing the yellow sand into the sky and revealing a figure lying on the ground.
The moment Qiangba saw clearly, he collapsed and struggled to crawl over: "Gegen!"
His body burst out with infinite strength after feeling the rise and fall of his son's chest.
The big man with fierce eyes was crying bitterly.
He kowtowed repeatedly on the ground: "Thank you, little god, thank you, little god!"
Everyone was shocked. Qiangba spoke this story at a very fast speed, and a group of people knelt on the ground.
Sang Ji held the booklet in his hand, waved his fist, and shouted excitedly: "The little immortal must have seen me coming!"
So the team that originally had only three people suddenly expanded to dozens of people.
With determined eyes, they headed towards the border of Dazhao like a pilgrim.
At the border of Dazhao, Fang Qi clapped his hands and looked at the people lying on the ground with disdain.
"If anyone dares not trust the prince again, I will beat you to death."
Those he knocked down lay on the ground without saying a word.
The little gods cannot be doubted, it is their fault.
As someone brought back by the young prince himself, and as someone the emperor had ordered to be well trained, Fang Qi still received some preferential treatment.
So when they discovered a group of Mobei people rushing towards this side and said that they knew Fang Qi, the soldiers on duty reported it to the general.
The general thought about it and let Fang Qi handle it himself.
His Majesty said that this kid is likely to succeed him in the future.
A quarter of an hour later, Fang Qi returned to the tent with a strange look on his face: "General, they said they want to be subjects of Dazhao."
Xuanzheng Hall.
Wu Zhonghe looked at the little prince sitting on the tall dragon throne. His chubby face was not as round as before, and he felt distressed. "My little prince! His Majesty will handle these memorials. You can just take a rest!"
Otomo wiped away his tears.
They didn't take into account that the emperor was seriously injured at the moment and had a big hole in his waist and abdomen.
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