"Mr. Zhao erected a banner of rebellion, and strong men from all over the world came to vote. This sweeping the southeast, expelling the northern captives, and returning the heavy responsibility of the saint fell on Mr. Zhao. Sima Xiang stood beside Zhao Xingde and praised with a "tsk" in his mouth. His cheeks are slender, his eyes smile like a crescent moon, his eyes loom like fireflies, and a touch of divine light shakes, making people unable to see through joy and anger.

"Where is it, Jingxiang is a spiritual master, Zhao is lucky to know a character like Jingnan Sima, and he is also fortunate to have three lives." Zhao Xingde said with a smile. Outside the door of the gathering, Liu Heng came over with a few people with bows and blades, he confessed his guilt and hurriedly walked over to greet him. This fashion is the early spring weather, the spring breeze is still cold, Sima Xiang shook the folding fan in his hand, and saw the back of Zhao Xingde, quite a bit of Zhuge Wolong's look. Several of his men stood behind him. Sima Xiang is also a strong party in Nanjing. He respects his identity and will not go up to meet these reckless people from unknown sources.

Zhao Xingde walked over, at the beginning there were only a few people talking, and later there was an endless stream of high-rollers in the rivers and lakes, all piled up around Zhao Xingde, dozens of men spoke in a messy dialect, and the entrance of Juyi Hall seemed to be a busy city. Liu Heng and Xia Mao'er were also squeezed to the periphery, and Liu Heng smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that in a few more days, there will be more people who will serve Mr. Zhao than we have thirteen consecutive villages." Xia Mao'er nodded, unable to say anything in her heart. Thousands of outsiders suddenly poured in, and most of them were not good people, and the old men and horses of the thirteen villages were somewhat frightened, and these days they told the women in the house not to show their heads when they had nothing to do, so as not to cause trouble. If it weren't for Lu Mingyu's words first, he wanted the brothers to follow Zhao Xingde wholeheartedly, but I was afraid that someone would have blamed him for taking the lead.

Today is also a coincidence, several groups of people who came to defect in a row were led in one after another, and more and more people gathered, and the later ones all rushed forward to talk to Zhao Xingde, and the front ones refused to leave. The entrance of the Thirteen Lianlian Village Juyi Hall is also spacious, and it can't be inserted for a while. Jianghu people don't have so many etiquette rules. Someone in the back said loudly: "I am Zhu Sheng, the tiger of Yanshan in Yingzhou, let me go to the front to see Mr. Zhao." Someone else said impatiently: "Tiger fart, don't squeeze it, I haven't seen it yet." The voices of these reckless heroes were so loud that even the people standing in front of Zhao Xingde had to speak with their throats in order to hear them clearly. Zhao Xingde was also infected, he was first smiling, then smiling, first talking in a deep voice, and then having to speak loudly with a picture. Later, as long as he was standing across from him, he had the feeling that "Mr. Zhao was talking to me".

Du Fujiao and other pro-soldiers were not careful, they were actually pushed outside by the crowd, but it was not easy to squeeze back, so they could only stretch their necks and stand on tiptoe to look in anxiously. The entrance to the Hall of Justice was crowded like the center of the battlefield. After Liu Zheng squeezed a few times, he was so angry that he put his hand on the handle of the knife, and wanted to pull it out and slash and kill indiscriminately, and scolded in his mouth: "His grandmother's, there are so many evil people today?" ”

"In the end, General Zhao's prestige is high?" Du Blowhorn spat with a "poof", his face was indignant as if he was about to smash a pit on the ground, he shook his head incredulously, "Or are the Kanto people so temperamental?" ”

Among the sergeants, Du Fujiao followed Zhao Xingde for the longest time, even when Nanshan City defeated the Liao army, the soldiers of the Han army were not so enthusiastic. Xia people have the saying of "Guanzhong Leng Baby", and when some people don't speak, it is really similar to clay wood carving. No matter how respectful the sergeants are for the generals, their faces are just ordinary, and when they really go to the battlefield, they do not hesitate to do what they are ordered and prohibited, and what the military flag points to. Even if the emperor arrived, everyone was just lining up to cheer, and it was impossible to forget all the rules when they were so happy as the Kwantung people. was squeezed to the side, and Du Fujiao complained a little. As for Zhao De's name in the Kanto region, Zhao Xingde is not straight but Yuanzhi, he has no other ideas. Some of the people who crossed the river in Kanto were to avoid causing trouble to their families, some did not have a daimyo at all, some were to escape debts once and for all, and some were to watch others sign up indiscriminately, and they followed the indiscriminate report. It is impossible for the screening institute to check with the Song State Government, and there are many false names.

"Are these people crazy?" Liu Zheng muttered dissatisfiedly.

"They are only sober, and now they can talk to General Zhao for a few words, and it will be enough to brag for several years when they go back." Shi Jingkui looked at these Kansai Yankees a little speechlessly, and sighed: "The name of the person, the shadow of the tree." This is just the people in the market, and when Mr. Zhao goes to the academy in the state capital to give a lecture, the scene will be many times more lively than now. The three Shuzhong sergeants looked at each other, and they all had incredible looks on their faces. Shu Chinese is prosperous, and the Kanto voice is in harmony. When Cai Jing suppressed the Yuanyou party, many scribes from the Kanto region went to Shuzhong to avoid trouble. Even a sergeant like Shi Jingkui was clear about Zhao Xingde's reputation in the Song Kingdom. The three of them never expected that Zhao Xingdeyin would actually put pen to paper, and he had accumulated merit to the position of a general under the school captain system over the years.

"The marching division must have known about it for a long time," Shi Jingkui thought secretly, "I just sent General Zhao to contact Chen Dong. The Kansai and Kanto people were not used to each other, and they thought that there was little hope. Now it seems that there is an eight- or nine-point chance of success. ”

Deng Yuanjue stood on a rockery outside the Juyi Hall, his hands in his sleeves, frowning thoughtfully, but he had been observing Zhao Xingde. Beside Deng Yuanjue, there were several other scribes who had arrived at the Thirteen Links Village as early as possible, and some people shook their folding fans and sighed: "Mr. Yuanzhi has been looking forward to ten years, and only then can he have such a hope, so he will take a shortcut to the south, but he will abandon it." In order to save the country's momentum, he did not hesitate to defile himself, and handed over these martial artists to the rivers and lakes. Several others nodded yes. The reckless heroes who came to the alliance this time are mixed with dragons and snakes, among which there are certainly people who are fearful and worried about the country, and there are also people who fish in troubled waters. Even some Jingxiang bandits did not come to the alliance at all, so under the banner of the righteous army under Zhao Xingde, they took advantage of the chaos to extort the township and rob their homes.

"The building of the world will fall, and my generation should be like Mr. Zhao," Zhou Chongyi sighed, "Save the world, save me Sangzi, and be broken and not afraid, what is this little false name." A few people next to him nodded their heads and said yes. These people were originally self-appointed scribes, but when they heard that Zhao Xingde had summoned Jingxiang Haojie to resist the Liao soldiers in the Yuezhou bandit water village, they also made a lot of determination, so they invited each other to come to the meeting.

Deng Yuanjue listened, his heart moved slightly, he sighed, and looked at Zhao Xingde, who was surrounded by water in the crowd in the distance, and his eyes couldn't help but become complicated. At this moment, his eyes suddenly froze, and he said in a deep voice, "Not good! With his eyesight, he found that a middle-aged man with a black face had been slowly squeezing towards Zhao Xingde, not only did this person not have an expression of excitement or relief on his face, but his face was cold, and a pair of eyes were staring at Zhao Xingde tightly, giving Deng Yuanjue the feeling that he was like an assassin.

The people crowded around Zhao Xingde were all smug people, but no one was wary of such a poisonous snake that swam quietly. When Deng Yuanjue saw it, he was already only one person away from Zhao Xingde. said that it was too late, and this person only hesitated for a moment, and then pushed aside the person in front of him, facing Zhao Xingde's back. The man was still scolding unhappily, and was horrified to see the Assassin pull a dagger out of his bosom.

"Be careful—" "Mr. Zhao! ”

"There are assassins!"

"Ahh

Several people shouted out almost at the same time.

Zhao Xingde was slightly stunned, and before he realized what was going on, he suddenly felt that the back of his shoulder was violently hit, and the blood flowed like an infusion. The assassin was originally aimed at the back of the heart, but was knocked crooked by a high-roller next to him, and before he could get up and stab a few more times, the surrounding Jianghu men had already pulled out all kinds of bright blades, long swords, short swords, nine-ring ghost head knives, snowflake goose feather knives, and water thorns. Someone shouted, "Kill this boy!" "He's an assassin!" There were also several people who scratched the people next to them in a hurry. The Assassin had his own hands, but he could not defeat the enemy from all sides, and he stabbed several times with his dagger, and was kicked in the crook of his right leg, and immediately fell to his knees. Almost in an instant, he was slashed several more times, and knowing that he was going to die, he stabbed around like a trapped beast like a trapped beast.

Someone shouted, "Stay alive!" ”

The Assassin had suffered several wounds, but he was still fierce. At this time, the high-rollers are not ruthless. The group retreated a few steps and surrounded the Assassin. He dared to assassinate Zhao Xingde, and clearly did not put the southeast heroes in his eyes, and everyone hated them so much that they only wanted to capture this person, so they used their own means, even if he was an iron-beaten Arhat, he had to be tortured into ashes to relieve his hatred. Someone even shouted: "How is Mr. Zhao's injury?" Only then did everyone turn back to look at Zhao Xingde, who had been stabbed by the assassin.

"Okay!" Zhao Xingde said loudly, "Thank you! ”

Although the blood on his back stained half of his shirt, he moved his right arm slightly, and felt that it did not seem to hurt his muscles and bones, so he separated the group, walked to the front, stared at the assassin and said, "You and I don't know each other, who are you instructed by?" At this time, Du Fujiao and several other sergeants also rushed over with a roar, helping Zhao Xingde check the injuries behind his back with a pale face, while staring at the assassin viciously.

The assassin's face was slightly dark, his eyes were not human, but like a beast that had been cornered, looking at Zhao Xingde uncertainly, when he saw that Zhao Xingde was safe and sound, not only did his face not look disappointed, but laughed cruelly: "Okay?" The famous Zhao Yuan died at the hands of a certain person, and this life for a life is worth it! After saying that, he stabbed himself in the chest with a backhand.

"Not good!" The heroes didn't expect this person to be so cruel to themselves, they rushed forward, someone kicked the assassin's dagger away, but it was too late, the assassin spat blood, a pair of eyes quickly lost their brightness, but there was still a sneer on his face, as if watching Zhao Xingde go down to hell with him. The heroes are wondering, "Ah! Yes! - "Someone screamed in horror: "His dagger is poisonous!" ”