They were all dressed in shabby clothes and stationed on the left and right of Zhang Zongqing's car, watching the second son, who rescued them from the "abyss", go to the direction of the airport.

Then the first people fell to their knees.

And then the second, and then the third!

Groups of people knelt down like a black tide in the direction of the car lane.

"Thank you for the grace of the second son's life!"

"Thank you for the grace of the second son's life!"

"Thank you for the grace of the second son's life!"

The hoarse voice resounded through the sky, and it was the most sincere voice from the hearts of the victims.

As fart people, they have always been pawns that the superior can give up at any time.

If there were no second sons, their fate would be to starve to death on an unknown small mound.

Their bodies will be food for the mouths of wild beasts, and their bones will not be scattered.

But now there is a superior with a "pure heart", and he does not hesitate to kill them on a large scale.

Suffered more than ten assassinations for them!

He gave them the opportunity to feed themselves and continue to live.

Even a thousand words can't express their heartfelt gratitude.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zongqing's heart set off a stormy wave, and something called "moving" moistened his eyes.

Not only him, but also the soldiers of the guard company who followed Zhang Zongqing to protect him, as well as the Sichuan and Shu warlords who would fly with Zhang Zongqing to Jinling City.

They were also deeply shocked by the scene in front of them.

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The rain was drifting, on this road to the airport.

The crowd of black oppressors fell to their knees like this, and from their eyes, they could see gratitude and the most sincere gratitude.

Behind Zhang Zongqing's convoy were Liu Xiang, Liu Wenhui and others, looking at the people of Sichuan and Shu who braved the rain to bid farewell to Zhang Zongqing.

The great warlord of Sichuan and Shu, who was once famous in this land, actually had a feeling of loss.

Liu Xiang, Liu Wenhui and Deng Xihou and others, are they not the heroes of this region?

But in Sichuan and Shu for so many years, the people's sense of identity with them is far inferior to that of the second son, who has only been here for a few days.

This feeling made several Sichuan and Shu warlords have an indescribable taste.

"There is a saying among the ancient sages, it is said that those who win the hearts of the people win the world, and when I was young, I only felt that this sentence was very reasonable."

"When I reached middle age, I devoured this sentence, and after taking control of power, I always thought that whoever had a gun in his hand was the king of grass."

"In troubled times, there are many guns in your hands, and the soldiers in your hands can fight is the king."

Liu Xiang looked at the people of Sichuan and Shu who were kneeling on the ground, and said with emotion.

"But now, the second son's approach has given me a new understanding of the saying that those who win the hearts of the people win the world."

"I have been in Sichuan and Shu for so many years, and I have always been a Sichuan and Shu person since I was born, but for so many years, I have never seen people take the initiative to gather to see off a person."

"These victims who have received the favor and relief of the second son, they will actually stay on the way of the second son to leave Sichuan and Shu Province, and kneel down to express their gratitude."

"This scene really shocked me!"

Liu Xiang could feel how grateful these victims who could survive the year of the drought were to the second son.

O Grace of Survival!

And it's not one person, two people's lives.

It may be the life of their parents, the life of their wives and children.

This kind of gratitude is enough to make this group of people go to the soup for the second son at the moment.

Liu Xiang even believed that if the second son gave an order, the current group of disaster victims who were pulled back to the world from hell by the second son would even be willing to die for the second son.

The king loves the people like a son, and the people worship the king as their father.

People live for a lifetime, if they can let hundreds of thousands of disaster victims say goodbye along the way.

Then he may really have no regrets in this life.

Liu Wenhui and Deng Xihou also looked out of the car window one after another, looking at the black pressure on a group of Sichuan and Shu people who saw off Zhang Zongqing.

They actually began to feel that they had made no achievements at all, had no merit for the country, and had no benefit to the people after so many years.

"Second son!"

Zhang Dabiao turned his head to look at Zhang Zongqing with an inquiring look.

"Stop the car, I'll let them disperse!" Zhang Zongqing waved his hand and motioned for Zhang Dabiao to stop the car.

Then Zhang Zongqing opened the door of the sedan and let the rain fall on his military uniform.

Ma Yu also wanted to get out of the car with Zhang Zongqing, but was pressed back by Zhang Zongqing very intimately.

There are guards holding umbrellas, just to help Zhang Zongqing block this little bit of rain.

But Zhang Zongqing quickly rejected the umbrella handed over by the guards.

He looked at the people standing in the rain, and bowed deeply.

"Fathers and fellow villagers, get up!"

"You can come to see me Zhang Zongqing, it is really my Zhang Zongqing's lifelong honor."

"The reason why the impact of the drought in Sichuan and Shu can be solved is not the credit of my Zhang Zongqing alone."

"After the drought in Sichuan and Shuzhou, there are still many things that need your help to solve, and the restoration and construction of your homeland still requires your efforts."

"I hope that when I set foot on the land of Sichuan and Shu again, I will see a richer and more beautiful land of abundance."

Zhang Zongqing looked at the people of Sichuan and Shu kneeling in the rain curtain and said very emotionally.

At this time, the iron-blooded and powerful second son had already disappeared without a trace.

Even the guards who have been with Zhang Zongqing for many years rarely see their second son have such an attitude.

After hearing Zhang Zongqing's words, the victim who couldn't see the end of the disaster stood up from the ground.

Zhang Zongqing looked at these simple people, and there were tears flashing in his eyes.

I saw him wave his hand and say to everyone in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Go back quickly, the winter rain is cold and easy to catch a cold!" ”

"If you are sick because of this, it is my sin."

Everyone watched Zhang Zongqing return to the car, and the car started slowly and moved towards the direction of the airport.

"Second son, the people of Sichuan and Shu will always be your kindness!"

"Second son, the people of Sichuan and Shu will always be your kindness!"

"Second son, the people of Sichuan and Shu will always be your kindness!"

Everyone bowed and shouted in the direction of Zhang Zongqing's car.

Through the rearview mirror, Zhang Zongqing looked at the people who still hadn't dispersed.

He shook Ma Yu's hand, and then spoke: "The people of Huaguo will always be the most simple, kind, and grateful people in this world. ”

"If you do something for them, they will remember you for the rest of their lives and give everything they can to repay you for helping them."

"The grace of a drop of water, when the spring reciprocates this."

"Maybe it has been imprinted in the blood and marrow of our nation."

Ma Yu held Zhang Zongqing tightly with his backhand, "With such people, it is not in vain what you have done for them all these years." ”

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