"Master, two bowls of soup cakes, a plate of frozen meat, hurry up!"

Zheng Xiong shouted loudly and sat down with Xu San.

The simple and dilapidated tea house, the four walls are gloomy, looking out from the window, the lewd rain is falling, the road is muddy, the dead vines and old trees, the withered grass is all over the field, and the graves are everywhere, which makes people can't help but feel happy and depressed.

"Guest, do you want to order a drink?"

Zheng Xiong was about to agree, but Xu San stopped him.

"Master, don't do it, hurry up and get busy, the reward is indispensable to you."

The two went down the mountain, bought some daily use in the town, and after finishing their work, they ate and rested here, and there was nothing to do, Zheng Xiong moved his mind and wanted to drink a little.

The shopkeeper left, Xu San looked around, and said in a low voice: "Brother, it is strictly forbidden to drink alcohol in the army, not to mention this is an extraordinary moment." In case ......"

"That's it! That's it!"

Zheng Xiong waved his hand impatiently and frowned.

"Listen to you, isn't it upset!"

"You have to endure the upset!"

Xu San also straightened his face and looked around carefully.

"Fanzi can go south at any time, in case he leaks Xianggong's whereabouts and leads to death, you and my brother are the sinners of the loyal army!"

Zheng Xiong looked at Xu San's solemn face, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Third brother, listen to you, okay."

Xu San was about to say a few words, but a few guests came to the table next to him and began to speak loudly.

"It's raining on this dog day, and I'm soaking wet!"

A few people sat down, complaining about the weather outside.

"What's there to complain about!"

The short and thin man shook his head and said: "The road is slippery when it's wet, Fanzi won't dare to go south, we can stop for a few days and have a peaceful birthday in a few days."

"That's right. I heard that Wang Xianggong killed thieves in Fuzhou, and the corpses were everywhere, and Fanzi had to withdraw from Hedong. I don't know if it's true or not?"

The fat black man said, wiping the rain from his forehead with his shirt.

"Brothers, this is true!"

A tall and thin reader at the next table took over the conversation at this moment.

"Someone in the town just came back from Taiyuan, saying that there were several bloody battles outside Taiyuan, and Fanzi suffered heavy casualties, so he had to return to Yizhou. ”

He said sadly: "The first battle of Fuzhou was earth-shattering, Wang Xianggong died in battle, and tens of thousands of soldiers of the loyal army were also killed and wounded. I heard that the battle was terrible, from Wang Xianggong to the squad leaders and capital heads below, most of the officers were killed in the battle, leaving only a few hundred people, but none of them surrendered to the enemy!"

Everyone in the store was shocked, only knowing that Wang Song was killed in battle, but they didn't expect the loyal army to suffer such heavy casualties.

The short and thin man shook his head and said: "Wang Xianggong's martial arts are world-famous, and his subordinates are all tigers and wolves, so there must be traitors." Otherwise, how could Wang Xianggong die in battle, and how could the loyal and righteous army be defeated!"

The customers in the store nodded yes. The loyal and righteous army has fought so many battles, which one is not a victory. Everyone gossiped, scolding the traitorous ministers for being in power, and mutilating the loyal and good, so that no one could take care of them.

The black fat man sighed: "The soldiers of the Loyal and Righteous Army are all good men and heroes!" Those traitorous ministers in the court know all day long that they are hollowing out their minds to harm people, and there is no good thing! ”

The shopkeeper came up with soup cakes, saw the drizzle outside the door, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that Hedong has only been stable for a few months, and Fanzi has started to do evil again." Without Wang Xianggong, who will fight against the thieves in the future, and where will there be a good life? ”

The customers in the shop all shook their heads and sighed. Just a few days have passed, and who knows that he has become a hesitant person again.

Zheng Xiong and Xu San glanced at each other, lowered their heads and began to eat.

The short and thin man raised his head, looked at the scholar, and asked, "Sir, tell me again, how did those traitors harm the prince?"

"It's not that the martial arts are in power, and the merits are high!"

The scholar sneered: "If it weren't for the constraints of the Great Song Dynasty, how could these traitors be so rampant!" They did not send the troops, and the folds of Fuzhou could not be accepted, so that Wang Xianggong had no reinforcements after Fuzhou, there was nowhere to go, it was cold and snowy, and there was no other way but to die in battle. ”

There was an uproar in the shop. Everyone never expected that there would be so many twists and turns in the middle.

"This dog emperor, the dog traitor, the dog day can be begged! It's a pity that tens of thousands of soldiers died in the battle in Fuzhou, and it's a pity that the prince is the prince!"

Someone couldn't help it and scolded loudly.

Xu San saw Zheng Xiong shed tears, obviously thinking of his family and comrades who died in battle, and gently patted him on the shoulder.

It was not until today that the two of them understood the origin of the matter. I have to go back and tell Wang Song about these things.

"Wang Xianggong died in battle, and the country of the Great Song Dynasty is about to end!"

The reader drank a glass of wine, and there were already tears in his eyes.

"Who said that Wang Xianggong is dead!"

Zheng Xiong had tears in his eyes, slapped the table with a "snap", and stood up.

"I tell you, Wang Xianggong is not dead, he is still alive, he ......"

Zheng Xiong's words did not continue, obviously realizing that military regulations should not be leaked.

Xu San was startled, and sweat flowed from his forehead.

He hurriedly got up and said loudly to the shocked crowd: "Wang Xianggong is not dead, he has always lived in our hearts!"

He picked up Zheng Xiong, dropped the money, and left the teahouse in the rain.

"Xu San, you said that the prince is not dead, why can't we tell the people, but hide here, why is this?"

Zheng Xiong wiped the rain from his face and asked Xu San next to him puzzled.

Xu Shan stopped, thought for a moment, and then replied.

I probably understand what that means. Wang Xianggong's heart was too soft, and he couldn't bear to rebel considering the affection of the official family and Princess Roufu. The generals in the army all hope that he and the court will be cut off. If you don't disappear, how can you make Wang Xianggong die? ”

Zheng Xiong suddenly realized, nodded, and became excited.

"It turns out that the generals above just want to make the court do bad things, make Wang Xianggong disheartened, and turn against him! If Wang Xianggong becomes the emperor, aren't we the ministers of the dragon? ”

Xu San frowned slightly and said, "We have to go back quickly, I don't know how Xianggong's condition is recovering?"

It's like having a long dream, but it never ends. The outside world is too cruel and cold, and the person in the dream does not want to wake up again.

On that day, the hearts of the people in the army fluctuated, and Wang Song appeased the army with the last trace of vitality and instinct, and then fell into an endless coma.

In the haze, he heard the crowing of the rooster, he got up, washed his face, ate, put on his school bag, and wanted to go to school, only to find that he had grown up.

In the courtyard, my grandmother, who had died of illness for more than ten years, was chanting Buddha softly there, and when she saw him come out, her grandmother smiled softly at him.

"Fengfeng, are you going to school?"

Suddenly, the scenery around me vanished, and even my grandmother was gone. In front of him was an endless green lawn, and in the white mist, he saw his mother and sister walking forward, and she smiled at him.

He shouted loudly, and his mother and sister ignored it and quickly disappeared into the mist. He was anxious, but helpless.

Uncle Niuwa, who taught him kung fu, stood in front of him again, holding a paper bag in his hand, Uncle Niuwa's hands trembled, and the wrinkles on his face made him sad.

"Fengfeng, take the money, go to the university, study hard!"

Uncle Niu Wa floated into the distance, his voice echoed in the heavens and the earth, he wanted to pull Uncle Niu Wa back, but he couldn't stretch out his hand.

Suddenly, countless golden soldiers appeared, and the hideousness on their faces was clearly visible. They dragged the bloody corpses of Dong Ping, Xu Hu and others into the distance. Dong Ping stretched out his hand and shouted, "Xianggong save me!"

He seemed to be in the clouds, and below him were the people who were kneeling on the ground, and they were prostrating themselves and shouting loudly.

"Xianggong, have mercy on us, save us!"

Countless golden soldiers appeared, this time, they were thousands of troops, arrows rained down, long knives were hoho, spears and spears were raised, and countless people were shot over, stabbed, and cut to the ground. They fled in all directions, covered in blood and corpses.

"Don't be evil!"

He wanted to shout loudly, tried to stop it, but felt powerless.

"Wang Song, your Song people's life is in my hands, I can kill if I want, what can you do with me!"

"You Song dog, you're here!"

Wanyan Lou Room, Wanyan Zonghan, and Wanyan Zongbi were like giant spirit gods, surrounding him, they shouted loudly, and the golden soldiers beside him were clustered, and the clouds and mountains were covered in fog.

"Hugh wants to kill innocents indiscriminately, don't kill my Song people!"

Wang Song squeaked, making silent anxiety.

Suddenly, a green-shirted scholar with a spear in his hand walked out, fearless and speaking loudly.

"Scholars die of righteousness, for the country and the people, the rich and the rich cannot be lewd, the poor and the lowly cannot be moved, the mighty cannot be bent, and the sacrifice of life for righteousness is also a "scholar"!"

He stopped abruptly, and shouted angrily:

"Wang Song, where the Tao is, although there are tens of millions of people, I am going, do you want to retreat?"

Wang Song was about to speak, but the golden hammer in Yan Zongbi's hand smashed down, and the scholar's head broke and bled and fell down.

"Gold thief, don't want to harm my people!"

Yue Fei suddenly appeared and forced Yan Lou and the others to retreat, when Wang Song was excited, Zhao Gou and Qin Hui held knives and guns, tiptoed to Yue Fei from behind.

Wang Song wanted to shout, but seeing Zhao Gou and Qin Hui slashing and stabbing with their knives, Yue Fei quickly fell into a pool of blood.

"Every day, every day!"

Yue Fei had already fallen, still screaming loudly until he was silent.

"Wang Song, open your dog's eyes and see, this is the Great Song that you want to be loyal to, wake up!"

Wanyan Zongbi's cruel laughter sounded again.

"Wang Song, you martial artist, don't you know that the world of the Great Song Dynasty is ruled by kings and scholars? You idiot, you think I'm going to kill you, you're wrong! It was the Great Song Dynasty that you are loyal to that killed you!"

"Wang Song, go back to your countryside and farm! You stupid pig!"

Geng Nanzhong and Qin Hui's faces were revealed again, and the two pointed at Wang Song and laughed loudly, disdainful.

"Hugh has to insult my father-in-law!"

"Whoever insults my father-in-law, die!"

"Brothers, kill the thieves!"

Under the burning of the blazing torches, the night sky was illuminated, and countless loyal soldiers rushed out, led by Zhang Xian and Niu Gao and others, who raised their swords and guns at the same time, strode forward, and soon disappeared into the dark night.

"Wait for me! Wait for me!"

Wang Song struggled and woke up from his dream.

He was sweating profusely, but his mood was inexplicably relaxed.

The lights in the house are like beans, the walls are empty, there is no one, and it is very quiet.

Wang Song tried to move his body, but his whole body was in pain, and he didn't know how many wounds he had all over his body.

He calmed down, looked at the mottled roof, listened to the insects outside the window, and fell into deep thought.

He came to this time and space, and he worked so hard, what was it for?

He was loyal to the royal family of the Great Song Dynasty, but he let himself and tens of thousands of soldiers embark on the road of no return, is this their own misfortune, or the sorrow of the people of the Great Song Dynasty?

The Great Song Dynasty, how can they be like this, is this their enchanting and amorous?

If he can't turn the tide and there is no longer the shame of Jingkang, the aftermath of Yashan, and the change of Jiashen, what is the need for him to be reborn?

At least, from now on, he has to live for himself, and only by preserving himself can he protect all the soldiers under him and the people of the Great Song Dynasty.

As for the Great Song Dynasty officials and the imperial court, it is still ...... and go their own way.

Unless the Great Song Dynasty can regain its martial spirit, otherwise, sealing the wolf Juxu and stepping on Yanran can only be a nonsense.

How is this possible!