Jiang Menshen didn't expect that Liu Jing would actually use the trick of soup soup in the evening, which was too despicable. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As long as you put down your weapons, you will be able to drink a bowl of hot porridge every meal in the future, and it is a thick porridge that does not fall over with chopsticks. There are 20 porridge shops at the north, south and west gates, which can accommodate 20,000 people.

mom! Jiang Men's spirited seven clever smoke.

What about the one who said that he didn't sell a grain of grain? Zhang Dujian and Zhang Tuanlian, are you all dead? What he didn't know was that the two were dead.

The momentum of the Wanderers' attack seemed to have hit the brakes sharply, and it slowed down suddenly. yes, why are you attacking the city? Isn't it that we haven't eaten, Jiang Menshen gave us food, and we worked hard for him, God and Earth are fair.

But the government said that there is no need to buy your life, as long as you lay down your weapons you can eat your stomach, will it be true? Can the government not blame the past? Will they trick us into killing us?

A series of questions filled the hearts of every homeless person, and finally an old grandmother walked towards the north gate with her grandson who was crying with hunger. On the side of the homeless people, they can only have food if they fight, and the old, weak, sick and disabled can only blame themselves for their bad lives.

Jiang Menshen stretched his bow and set up an arrow, aimed several times, loosened several times, and finally shot an arrow in front of the old man.

"Poof!" The arrow landed on the ground five paces away from the old man's house, apparently warning them that if they dared to walk, they would be killed.

The old man stopped, seemed to have figured out something for a while, and resolutely took his crying grandson and continued to move towards the north gate.

Now everyone understood, the old woman made up her mind, if she stayed without food, she would definitely die, since there was food elsewhere, she would rush over and try it, anyway, she had nothing, and there was nothing to worry about, even if she was shot to death, it was better than starvation.

"Boom!"

Poof, the old man fell to the ground, and the white feather arrow trembled behind her.

"Wow!" The young child didn't know what was happening, only that his grandmother was not moving, and his little stomach was very hungry. And his heart-rending cry, lonely resounded in the empty suburbs, intermittently.

This is a huge test for the psychology of normal people. Lu Zhishen and the soldiers at the head of the city clenched their knives and guns, and this inhumane atrocity made their hearts tremble. They are angry, they are tormented by the pain they empathize.

However, the ruthless killing aroused more rebels to believe that there was indeed food at the north and south gates, so a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled supported each other and marched north and south, roughly counting at least three or four thousand people.

With the departure of this wave of people, many displaced people who were unwilling to fight were to follow suit, and they numbered about two or three thousand, and they successively caught up with that group of old and young women and children.

Jiang Menshen felt that things were out of control, this was different from what he said, what should I do?

He didn't dare to go on a killing spree, because who knew if the young men and women of these women and children were in the queue to storm the city walls, and if they were provoked, it would be a big joke.

Like two pumping pipes, the porridge field at the north gate and the south gate continuously attracted the displaced people, and by nightfall, almost 10,000 people had walked to report it.

Jiang Menshen knew that although they were all old, weak, sick and disabled, looking at the formation of the displaced people, it had shrunk a lot.

For the first time, he felt that this performance was getting more and more difficult, and the situation in the city was so strange that he didn't know the bottom of his heart. I can only think about sneaking back at night and asking in person what the two of you are calculating.

The number of 25,000 people is half that of the peak of the gathering of the rioters. With this bit of people, there is no way to break through Mengzhou. So after dark, Jiang Menshen was not in the mood to fight at night, he had to try to go back to the city to figure out what happened today.

Lin Chong pointed to the gathering place of the Wandering People's Army and asked Liu Jing, "Lord Liu, do you see anything?" ”

"After one blow, then three times and three times exhausted, the military spirit of the homeless people and the chaotic army is scattered! They were doomed. ”

Liu Jing's mood also improved, and the idea of soup porridge was really good, not only separating the chaotic people, but also weakening Jiang Menshen's control over the displaced people. The most obvious is that in the evening, the last wave of the displaced people attacked the city, which was simply thunder and rain, and all the displaced people could not work.

"I know Shen Tu and Yu Lei, but I am very curious about how deep this door of your Mengzhou Shinto is. I'm sure he'll be in the city soon. ”

Liu Jing pursed his lips, "The lord smiled, these rebels who don't know whether they are alive or dead, they are all relying on some local officials to cover the sky with one hand, doing evil, as long as he dares to come back, this official promises to put him in public trial and punishment!" ”

"Tonight is a good day, and seeing the door god should be able to solve the last problem of the displaced people. Tomorrow morning, we will go back, you must settle the displaced people, remember to say hello to the surrounding states and counties, and try to get them to receive some food or accept some displaced people. In short, Mengzhou is in ruins, it's up to you. ”

Liu Jing happily agreed, and went to arrange for the arrest of the fast officials to set up an ambush to capture Jiang Menshen.

There are still wounded rebels moaning helplessly in the darkness below, and no one will save them. And the sergeants at the head of the city were already numb, and even grinned and insulted the past, after all, it was an enemy who fought for life and death during the day.

The night sky is as blue as a wash, and the moon is bright and crystal clear.

Although he knew that there was no Chang'e, Lin Chong could still think of a stunning fairy dancing on the moon in his mind.

This is 900 years ago, when there were no televisions, no mobile phones, no cars, and even smoking was a luxury. What's more, he actually crossed over to become a well-known hero Lin Chong in later generations, what should he do?

Lin Chong has a feminine nature, lived a life all the way, and finally died of illness in a temple in Hangzhou, which can really be described as a tragic hero. Lin Zhong was reincarnated as a human and didn't want to live his whole life.

He knew that he was lucky, but empty, he didn't belong to this plane, but fate played a joke on him.

The value of life must always have a carrier, and despite so many ups and downs, Lin Chong didn't feel how happy he was.

Looking at the city of Mengzhou, human life is not as good as a dog, for a bowl of porridge can shoot a life for no reason, and so many people are not even afraid of death, he was deeply shocked.

How the hell is this caused?!

There was a voice in his head, "I'm going to do something!" Something must be done? He knew he wasn't crazy, but the voice kept ringing, but what could he do?

"Sir! Master! It was Sun Erniang who discovered Lin Chong's abnormality and came to wake him up.

Lin Chong's whole body was tense just now, and the feeling of Taishan pressing on the top was almost out of breath, and he was touched by Erniang, and suddenly coughed violently, and his body was half kneeling and half squatting and coughing hard.

This frightened Erniang, and she kept patting his vest along his chest with his hand, and seeing that Lin Chong barely stopped, he could be considered to be in a stable mood.

"Master, it doesn't matter to you, right? What happened just now? ”

Lin Chong didn't expect Erniang to come over, and looked at her with some doubts.

Sun Erniang pointed to An Daoquan behind him and said, "Doctor An Shen wants to come over to diagnose and treat the injury, so I sent him over." Don't worry, Yanjue Ridge has been settled and will be fine. ”