"Such a riot can only weaken Zhongshan, but it can't let Zhongshan fall into the country, our power here is still small, we can only fish in troubled waters and create greater chaos. Continue to prolong the chaos and make Zhongshan lose even more. Zhao Xing patiently taught the fool Lin Hu: "Of course, this is something in the category of conspiracy, you don't understand." Then kindly taught Lin Hu: "Of course, you don't need to understand, it's not good for you." Hearing that it was a conspiracy, Lin Hu shook his head firmly: "Since it is a conspiracy, then I don't have to understand, I still carry out the conspiracy of the conspirators, in this way, my heart will feel better." So, without looking back, he ran to a house and yelled inside: "Lao Zhou set fire, and the people inside quickly escaped." And he set fire to another house.

The fire was from the point to the surface, and the moon was dark and the wind was high, and in a blink of an eye, the neighborhood dominated by thatch and wood burned into a sea of fire, and the people's anger and hatred for the Sima family were like this fire, raging.

Seeing that the sky was bright, it was no longer possible to hide his identity, and then he heard that the shouting and killing sound in the direction of the prince's mansion had become weak, so Zhao Xing waved his hand: "Soldiers, follow me to save the prince." All the soldiers threw away the game of arson with great interest, and shouted at the chaotic and somewhat confused people in the streets: "Hoeing traitors for the country, killing the old man, and saving the prince-" roared and rode in the direction of the prince's mansion.

Now the people in the streets, armed with weapons and shields, have become habitually organized, but they do not know where the enemy is, they do not know who to kill.

As a result, Zhao Xing's shouting and the call of his team formed a herd effect, and those dazed militiamen began to naturally find the target, a correct goal to rescue the prince.

So, they followed Zhao Xing and his party with a rumbling pace, took sonorous and powerful steps, lined up in the ranks of the military battle array, rumbled, followed Zhao Xing's men and horses, and killed the prince's mansion.

Looking at the more and more people gathered behind him, now the army, Zhao Xing was shocked to find how important it was for his professional army to be in the hands of the monarch or his own reform.

Such a conscription system allows all the able-bodied people to have weapons, armor, and trained soldiers.

Once there is civil strife, it will be a blind obedient soldier all over the land, as long as whoever agitates in place, whoever is richly rewarded, they will follow whomever it is, it will be a disaster.

This is a lesson, and we must remember it deeply. Zhao Xing learned his lesson here. But the crown prince is rejoicing in such a system: "This is the benefit of the system of recruiting soldiers for all the people." The four great Confucians stood beside him without being surprised, and also sighed: "This is the achievement of Confucianism." Once the rebels and thieves start a riot, the people know who they should be loyal to, they know the king, the ministers, and they know to be loyal to the service. The prince sighed with admiration: "Sima Chao Thief, I would never have thought that as soon as their family armed forces were launched and my conscription order came out, there would be militia recruits." And those people who did not receive the conscription order also immediately joined the ranks of rebelling against the rebellion and killing the thieves with the heart of serving the king, which is the result of Wang Hua's education. Just when the two of them were saying this, behind the Sima family's armed formation, there was another shout, and several soldiers led a group of militiamen, lined up in a neat formation, and entered the battlefield.

And those scholars and Confucian scholars who were powerless stood on a high place, facing the rebels of the Sima family, agitating like a spring, and shouting loudly: "Rebel soldiers, Confucius said XXXXXX, Mencius said XXXXXX, then who said XXXX." Put down your swords and guns and join the ranks of loyalty and patriotism. Although their agitation has no practical effect, it can indeed disturb people's hearts, although the general truth is useless in the face of swords and guns, but it still somewhat hits the morale of the rebels, enhances the courage of the people's militia, and for a while, the shouting of killing is even stronger.

And what really frustrated the rebels was not the indoctrination of these scholars and Confucian scholars, but the militia that still kept killing them.

Or a few people in a group, or hundreds of people in a pawn, they gathered more and more, and they were full of hatred for the rebel forces of the Sima family.

A man cursed while fighting: "I killed you arsonist, I killed you bastard who burned my house, I killed you bastard who burned my house wine." My knife is to avenge my father and mother who burned to death, this knife is to avenge my dog who burned to death, and my knife is to avenge my dog meat for the New Year. "In the face of a mad tiger who is not afraid of death and full of hatred, the soldiers of this family simply wondered, when it was first launched, Lao Zhou was repeatedly restrained, not to disturb the people, not to set fires, not to kill the people, how could this happen?

As a result, before he could ask questions, his head had been cut off by the crazy people.

As a steady stream of civilians joined, the Prince's forces began to level the situation, and then slowly turned around and gained the upper hand.

The Sima family's armed forces began to slowly retreat, but they still persisted. In the square, there were already mountains of corpses, and as the blood water slowly rose, there were shields that began to float on the blood water, and they were accumulating deeper and deeper.

"The stronger the nation, the greater the tragic losses caused by civil strife. If this continues, maybe only one person will be killed and finally stand here. Zhao Xing sighed, but it didn't mean that he really believed that this kind of thing happened to sit back and enjoy it.

So, with tens of thousands of militia soldiers gathered behind him, he roared and took the lead into the battlefield and killed the enemy.

He can't sit back and enjoy it, he wants to save the car. Zhao Xing's three hundred monarchs and scholars were like tigers entering the flock, invincible, and in front of them, it was a one-sided slaughter.

And the 10,000 militiamen who followed behind him, driven by these teams, were even more powerful, shouting and slaughtering the rebels.

The addition of this team has become a big stick to completely defeat the Sima family's armed forces, and I don't know who was the first to cry out in despair: "Defeat, defeat." Then they dropped their weapons, and the first escaped from their ranks, the first to flee from the battlefield.

Some people began to surrender, and more and more of the Sima family's armed forces began to lay down their arms and surrender. But Zhao Xing's righteous and awe-inspiring roar: "Rebellious ministers and thieves, everyone will be punished, and the rebels cannot be forgiven, kill—" With his shout, with the response of the prince and the four great Confucians, everyone has killed the red-eyed, hateful people, abandoned the benevolence contained in the Zhou rites, and forgot the rules on the battlefield.

They carried out a merciless slaughter against the rebels who had laid down their arms. And these rebels, who had already knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, saw that their surrender could not be accepted by the rules, so they took up arms again and jumped up to fight the enemy.

This is a group of desperate soldiers, this is a group of desperate outlaws, who no longer pray for survival, but only want to kill one to make one, kill two to earn one.

The battle on the battlefield was even more tragic than at the beginning, when the sun showed its face on the eastern city wall, Zhao Xing, cut down the last enemy on the battlefield who fought tenaciously.

Looking at the madness of the people who were still searching for the remnants of the enemy, Zhao Xing couldn't help but fight a cold war, this is the power of Confucianism, this is a group of people who have been brainwashed by Confucianism and become crazy, this kind of thinking people are terrible.

But the terrible people armed by Confucianism are not against the enemy, but within themselves, which is very much in line with their own ideas.

Carrying a bloody ring hand knife, he strode up to the prince, and said to the prince with the most orthodox Zhou salute and the attitude of a victor: "Han Ce's rescue is late, please forgive the prince." The prince took a few steps down the stairs and returned the salute with the most authentic etiquette: "The grace of the gentleman to save the driver should never be forgotten." Zhao Xing sighed: "Prince, it is really an elegant demeanor, a gentleman's style." "The prince was proud, very proud.