Anlu's bazaar is not along a street, full of stalls on both sides of the market, but a closed place, similar to the vegetable market of later generations, surrounded by a market wall.

The wooden pole erected high is the city flag, three feet long, standing in the city pavilion, every morning, the traders from all walks of life who come to trade are waiting outside the city gate, waiting for the city flag to be raised, before they can enter in turn.

In the past, as a city official, Yuan Bai only needed to sit leisurely at the city pavilion, sit in the shadow of the city flag, and let the county officials manage market transactions, check documents and goods, and then stamp a seal.

But today, he took matters into his own hands, slowly lowering the city flag, and cutting down the huge flagpole for a strong servant to carry.

But to put it bluntly, the city flag is just an ordinary brown cloth, blown by wind and rain, and even a little dilapidated, which is unusable.

"There are still too few flags."

Ji Ying shook his head and said: "Especially the big flag, it should be brighter and more conspicuous!" ”

"How about using my cloth?"

A voice sounded, but it was a "follow a foot" that everyone in the market knew.

He was originally from Suixian, he specialized in selling cloth, and he also opened a small dyeing workshop at home, and there were cloth of any color, and now he personally carried a few bright cloths out of the cellar.

Tribulation knows people's hearts, in the past half a month, Anlu people's impression of a foot has changed greatly, this person used to be extremely small, when the county people bought cloth, a foot and an inch had to be calculated, every day with a ruler to measure and go, so it was taken the nickname of "with a foot".

But a large number of villagers were driven into Xicheng, food and clothing did not fall behind, with a foot but changed the normal, if there are old people and children frozen, the brown clothes at home, do not need money to take out.

Now, all the remaining beautiful cloth is sacrificed to make a flag for the righteous people.

He waved at Ji Ying and said: "When I was a hawker in the market, Marquis Wu Zhonghou was still a public servant, and he came to buy cloth with Ji Jun, and he even forgot to take the deed. For more than ten years later, the princes often sheltered the people of the county's middle merchant Jia lowly nationality, so we were spared from being forced to serve hard labor in Lu Liang, who moved south. The prince also specially took care of the business of the county people, and the winter and summer clothes of the Southern Expeditionary Army were also purchased from me, so that my family could be rich to 100 gold. ”

"Now not only the family of the prince is in trouble, Anlu County is in trouble, even our ordinary traders will be forcibly moved away, I have worked hard, and the Gema garden, weaving room, and dyeing workshop that I have been operating for so many years must all be abandoned!"

For the propertied people, if they want to take away their property, their attitude towards the revolution will become more positive than that of the proletarians!

That's why Yuanbai is so enthusiastic.

Sui Yiqi gritted his teeth and said: "Didn't the children sing when they went on the road?" How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are with your son! Wen has no blades and armor, and he has no ability to kill thieves, but this cloth is as much as it wants! How can it be said that there is no flag, and it is the same as the son! ”

As he spoke, he asked his family to carry all the cloth and cut it to make a flag, but he searched left and right: "It's a pity that the flagpole is missing." ”

"The flagpole is here!"

Someone came over again, but it was the county Gongcao "Yu Zhao".

Yu Zhao used to be a cangfu, and Heifu and his sister-in-law were in charge of the spine back then.

As an official, Yu Zhao's family lived in a corner of Xicheng, with a large courtyard and a high pavilion with white walls. He was a little leisurely, and he also planted a lot of bamboo in the courtyard, and set up a fence outside the wall on weekdays, and did not allow the county people to steal his young bamboo shoots.

But today, after seeing the smoke of Huyang Pavilion, he took out the hidden sword and asked the servants to cut down all the bamboo, the big bamboo as the flagpole, there are dozens, and the small bamboo as a spear, enough to arm hundreds of people!

"If the skin doesn't exist, the hair will be attached?" Not everyone knows this, but almost everyone understands it.

The Anlu people, who were imprisoned in Xicheng and regarded as "relocation", almost all participated, and the old and weak women and children sewed and mended the flags and fixed them on bamboo poles - there were no iron needles and copper needles, so they used bone needles and wooden needles, and even sharp thorns, to thread the needle and thread, and they were as skilled as ever.

Once upon a time, they also sewed clothes and made armor for their fathers, brothers and children, and sent them to the battlefield to rule the world for the Great Qin and expand the territory for the emperor......

The fathers, brothers and children who have gone away rarely return, but what they are waiting for is the unreasonable relocation and harsh treatment of the imperial court!

So today, the small people who bow their heads to the children of the cow, they are not for the emperor's orders, not for the law, but only from their own hearts!

The men have to go out and work hard, and the women have to do something.

With the efforts of countless weaver girl drifting women, a bright red flag woven from several red cloths was firmly tied to the flagpole!

This red color is like blood, more like the injustice of the Anlu people, like their will.

"This is the banner of the Anlu people."

"Everybody can see it, but go with it."

Ji Ying is thin and weak, but he is also exerting his strength to breastfeed, and he is struggling to carry this banner, as the first township party to follow Wu Zhonghou, in this critical moment, he must be alone.

Immediately, a pair of hands came up: there were veterans who had participated in the two wars of Chu, there were also teenagers who grew up listening to the legend of Marquis Wuzhong, there were lowly and humble sons-in-law on weekdays, butchers with greasy hands, and even the gray-haired old man had to reach out and touch it, as if this could transfer his strength into it.

In this way, the bright red flag was delivered to the wall where the fierce battle was raging, under the passing of countless hands......

The central axis street of the county, where the long street banquet was once happy, has become a ruin.

The wall that took away the freedom of the Anlu people was mostly torn down by the combined efforts of everyone.

The men in the city, ranging from 14 to 60, gathered nearly 10,000 people.

In the case of individuals, they were inconspicuous leaders who were angry when they were expelled from their homes, but soon became accustomed to obeying the authorities, and were silently locked in cages, eating and drinking chaff, waiting for the verdict of the imperial court.

Even though they had the heart to resist, they immediately shrank their heads and lost their courage when they looked at the heavily armed Guanzhong soldiers outside.

But when the news of the resurrection of Marquis Wuzhong came, and when the smoke of Huyang Pavilion was ignited, they were greatly inspired, and under the contact of Ji Ying and others, they were re-twisted into a rope, and they were united like never before!

The people know who is good to them, and the Heifu family will repay An Lu for ten years, and the homeland where they were born and raised in Si also needs to be protected!

All the blades have been taken away? It doesn't matter, since the pole has been unveiled as a flag, then cut the wood into a soldier!

In the past, the veterans held long bamboo spears in front, the simple bows and arrows made by the country hunters were behind, and countless people under the command of a few dog slaughterers, carrying bricks and tiles, shuttled through the streets and alleys they were familiar with, smashed at the heads of the "thief soldiers", killed and disabled one, and then went to seize their blades and crossbows.

It doesn't matter if you don't have armor, there is armor everywhere in this city!

The vendors living on the street took off the door panels as shields, and faced the waves of crossbow arrows shot by the regular army on the opposite side, while more people piled up the bricks, tiles, wood, stones, and sundries on the street again under the command of Ji Ying.

They have torn down the walls that have imprisoned freedom.

A barricade of rebellion has been erected!

……

A huge shouting of killing filled the small county town of Anlu.

All the turbulent waves are rushing to one place: the county temple, the place where Heifu and a group of captains of the Southern Expeditionary Army and Sima's family are under house arrest, and the Anlu people want to recapture them, but Feng Jing has to hold the only remaining hostage.

The sound of the wall collapsing, the trumpet of the county people charging, and the drumbeat of Feng Jing's dispatch of troops can be heard clearly here.

These people were all locked up in a small hall, watched by hundreds of soldiers, and the swords and ges in their hands could be beckoned to them at any time.

Sincerely leading, everyone gathered around a couch, and Heifu's mother, Anlu's "sugar concubine", was lying on it.

She was sick and managed to hold on after learning that her son had "died in battle", because the old man didn't believe the news at all.

But since she was imprisoned in the county temple and watched the people of the county leave their hometowns and suffer because of their own reasons, the old mother was even more sad.

Today, she is sick and delirious.

"Why is it so noisy outside?"

Woken up by a loud voice, the mother opened her eyes and muttered.

There was a little more gray hair on his sideburns, and there was also a hint of white in his beard under his chin, and he smiled and said, "Mother, it's thundering outside." ”

Kind words seem to be lies to coax children to behave.

Mother believed.

She closed her eyes again.

"Thunder, spring rain is coming?"

Holding back tears, he held his mother's cold hand: "It's almost over, it's a dry winter, and the spring rain is coming." ”

"Spring rain, but it's more expensive than oil."

The mother sobered up for a moment, and seemed to notice that the noise outside did not seem to be thunder, but the old people, what they are best at, is to pretend to be confused.

She just rolled over and sighed:

"But the seedlings of the villagers haven't had time to plant yet......"

……

Although the Anlu people are slightly more numerous, and they are familiar with the roads in the county, after all, the equipment, weapons, and order are far from the regular army.

After being caught off guard and being attacked by surprise, the elite Guanzhong soldiers quickly stabilized their position.

Their long spears were much longer than the bamboo spears of the mob, and those improvised bows and arrows and thrown bricks and tiles could not penetrate the thick armor, and the crossbows of the officers and soldiers could not be blocked by thin door panels?

Many people bravely charged, wanting to rush into the county temple and rescue the sugar woman, but they all died.

"Moths to the fire." Feng Jing on the city wall sighed.

"Heifu has won the hearts of the people so much, it seems that His Majesty's relocation policy is right."

Feng Jing felt some emotion and admiration in his heart, but he did not hesitate to give the order to attack, the mob must be dispersed, and the hostages of the county temple must be withdrawn, leaving them with little time.

In this way, under the crossbow bolts and spear arrays, the barricades were broken one after another, and the banners made of variegated cloth and bamboo poles were uprooted one by one, and the Anlu people who stuck to it were mercilessly slaughtered, but they also killed many enemies before they died.

The roads were piled with corpses, and on the barricades, dirty blood and innocent blood, mixed together, flowed into the heart of the street, and were exceptionally red......

Like the blood-red banner at the last barricade.

Guarding the banner were Yuan Yong and his companions.

Ji Ying was injured, Wang Gua was rescued, and Uncle Dong Que was killed in battle......

Many familiar faces froze forever, hope dimmed little by little, and most of them retreated to the West City, and after a few charges, they had come to understand that they could not fight the regular army with their blood and bare hands.

But Yuan Yong insisted on not retreating.

"If I retire, even if I survive, I will look down on myself for the rest of my life!"

He has a breath in his chest, unwilling, unyielding, not angry, not afraid!

The small people are like leeks, cut and reborn.

The head is like a chicken, cut and recall!

But this alone cannot turn the situation around.

Lined up in a dense formation, carrying a shield and a shield, Feng Jing's new force transferred from the city wall advanced towards the last barricade little by little!

Yuan Yong and his companions gritted their teeth, ready to make a final desperate counterattack.

It was at this most desperate moment.

At the city tower, Feng Jing's expression suddenly became extremely flustered!

On the wall, the officers and soldiers who originally pointed the crossbow arrows at the city turned back in a hurry and aimed the crossbow arrows at the outside of the city in a rush of drums!

In front of the barricades, the footsteps of the officers and soldiers also hesitated and did not move forward......

And outside Anlu City, there was also a burst of thunder that was louder than inside the city!

Thunder resounded at the north gate, at the west gate, at the east gate, at the south gate, everywhere it could be heard!

"Marquis Wuzhong!"

Thundered!

Spring rain is coming as scheduled!

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PS: The second chapter is in the evening.

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