Kill in a rage, and blood splatters.

He is worthy of being a lieutenant general in the army, and he is majestic!

The surrounding folks all raised their arms and shouted, kill well!

There were a lot of officials behind Luqiu, and when the head died, they were to blame, and the face of an old official at the head was wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

"General Murong, you, you are a killer!"

The common people didn't want to listen to it, and they pointed out and scolded one after another, "What kills officials? What officer did you kill? ”

"Just this beast is as timid as a mouse, and he runs away when something happens, what qualifications does he have to be an official? Kill him to eliminate harm for the people, just right! ”

"That's right, whoever dares to trouble the old general, we will go and reason with him!"

"Yes, that's a good point, even if we go to the Golden Luan Palace, we are not afraid!"

……

The people are like this, there are many people, and the momentum is naturally rising, all of which are voices of appreciation and support. But Murong Yanzhao was not happy, not because he killed a small official, he was afraid of cowardice.

It's that the people of the Northern Han Dynasty are about to come, what can I do?

Murong Yanzhao suddenly stepped up to the top of the embankment, and he clenched his fists and arched his hands.

"Folks, do you see, here is the surging Yellow River, the riverbed is full, if the embankment breaks, our lives, as well as relatives and friends, all have to be finished! It's just a natural disaster, but the cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty is coming, they are crazy, they will definitely dig the river embankment, when the time comes, what are we going to do? ”

As soon as these words came out, the people were stupid.

Oh, yes? What to do?

Many young men had been guarding the embankment for several days, and they were worried about the rising water, fearing that something would happen.

If the soldiers and horses of the Northern Han Dynasty came and deliberately dug the embankment, it would be all over, and there was no way at all!

Just when the big guy was anxious, someone stumbled over, and the cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty was not far away, and everyone present suddenly became even more frightened.

The servants brought by Luqiu Zhongqing were about to slip away, but Murong Yanzhao noticed it, and he hurried over and put the sword across the neck of the old official who was the leader.

"Don't move!"

"Oops!"

The old official hurriedly begged for mercy, "General Murong, be merciful to your subordinates!" We are also both old and young, you let us fight with the cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty, we can't succeed! ”

"Then if you run away, will you be able to survive?" Murong Yanzhao asked sharply, "Can you outrun the war horse?" Or can you survive the flood? ”

The old official was asked, and the officials behind him looked at each other, yes, the Northern Han cavalry can't beat it, if they dig the embankment and the monstrous flood, they can't bear it, isn't this to force people to a dead end?

"Old general, the big guy has no idea, you hurry up, what do you want us to do? Everybody listens to you! ”

Murong Yanzhao took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Folks, we can't run, and we don't dare to run!" No one jumped out of the cracks in the stones, for our families, for the villagers, we have to fight! However, we can't be brutal, I have an idea, let's pretend to be Manichaeans, let these servants and brothers be wronged, first tie them up, wait for the people and horses from Hedong to come, let's pretend to obey their arrangement, and then suddenly take action and give them a ruthless blow. It's best to kill them, but if you can't kill them, we have to live and die with the embankment! ”

Someone takes the lead, the big guy has a backbone, is there any other choice?

Only fight!

Under the command of Murong Yanzhao, all Ding Zhuang took action.

But how to pretend to be Manichaeism, the big guy has no idea.

Murong Yanqing thought about it, simply spread his hair out, put it behind his head at will, found someone's hands, and built a bonfire, he was barefoot, around the fire, singing and dancing, and talking about Maitreya's birth, the birth of King Ming, like a madman.

The big guy couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.

"Laugh at anything, follow me, if you don't do it well, be careful of your ass blooming!" Murong Yanqing scolded angrily, Lao Tzu is willing to dance the gods, he is not forced.

Murong Yanzhao bowed his head and gave the third brother a thumbs up.

"That's right, you just jump like that, the more cheerful the better!"

When he had arranged for this, he also spread his hair and called some young men to pretend to tie them up, and made them squat on the ground and act as prisoners.

Just when everything was almost ready, north of the Yellow River, horses' hooves rattled, and Liu Chengjun finally arrived with his men and horses.

He looked up and saw a Yellow River, like a giant dragon, lying in front of him.

Urging the horse to rush up the embankment, there is a rolling turbid current in front of him, and looking south, the water vapor is permeated, covering the sky and the sun.

Liu Chengjun watched it for a long time, and suddenly let out a night owl-like laugh, and he coughed with laughter.

"God help me!"

There are no water conservancy experts, even ordinary people can see that the riverbed of the Yellow River is already higher than the ground, and it is all bound by the river embankment to lock the surging river.

Now it is the autumn flood, and the amount of water coming from the upstream is so large that the riverbed under your feet is only two or three feet away from overflowing the embankment and flooding both banks.

Even if no one breaks it, whether the embankment can be saved is uncertain.

"God is helping Prince Ben, as long as he adds fuel to the fire, the Central Plains will become a big country, and the people of the Central Plains will become fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs! Hahaha! ”

After laughing wildly, he turned around sharply and said sharply, "Prepare the boat, I'm going to the other side of the river!" ”

Zhang Fu hadn't reacted yet, "Your Highness, aren't you going to dig the river embankment?" Why go to the other side, do it now! ”

"Fart!"

Liu Chengjun smacked him hard, "Your brain was eaten by a dog?" I dig a river embankment on the north bank, can the water flood Kaifeng? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Fu nodded hurriedly, "Your Highness is smart, and the little one is willing to go to the south bank and dig the embankment for His Highness, so His Highness doesn't have to work hard." ”

"You?"

Liu Chengjun sneered three times, "No need, the destruction of the Central Plains must be done by the prince himself!" I will use a monstrous flood to wash away the shame of the past! ”

While speaking, some Manichaean people had already rushed over one after another, and they were ordered by Baoyan to collect ships for Liu Chengjun and mobilize people.

At this time, thousands of people gathered on the north bank of the Yellow River, as well as more than 100 fishing boats and ferries, which had been assembled, but the monk Baoyan was missing.

These Manichaeans are a little dumbfounded and don't know what to do!

"What are you doing in a daze, all listen to the orders of this prince!"

Liu Chengjun had his men press knives against the necks of the boatmen and send them across the Yellow River in batches.

In about two hours, a total of 1,000 Northern Han troops and more than 1,000 Manichaeans crossed the river smoothly. Liu Chengjun looked at it, and the number of people was about the same.

"Listen, a team of 100 people, with shovels and picks, go up to the embankment at once, and dig the embankment for me!"

"What?"

The Manichaeans are stupid, although they are Manichaeans, they are also locals, digging the Yellow River, won't they even flood their own homes?

Two altar masters took the initiative to stand up, and when they arrived in front of Liu Chengjun, they said angrily: "Your Highness, let us see Master Baoyan, we have to ask him what he means!" ”

Liu Chengjun nodded slightly, "Okay, if you want to see Baoyan, I will fulfill you!" ”

Suddenly, he swung his sword violently, and the blood on the chests of the two altar masters burst out, and they fell to the ground together, and the Northern Han army dragged them and threw them directly into the Yellow River!

"See, this is the end of not obeying orders! Go dig it! ”

The Manichaeans were forced to go up the embankment.

They alone are not enough, Liu Chengjun needs more people.

At the entrance of the garden, where thousands of Manichaeans had also gathered, he rushed over with his men and horses.

"Your Highness, rest assured, we all hate the imperial court to death, let alone dig the river embankment, let us do anything!" A little old man gritted his teeth, "Your Highness, look, we have arrested so many servants, these beasts rob men and women on weekdays, and do all kinds of evil, they are full of evil, let us arrest them!" ”

Liu Chengjun looked at the little old man, who was quite capable, and then looked at the official who was squatting on the ground not far away, and finally smiled.

"You're good! This prince will not treat meritorious people badly, you do a good job, a thorn history is indispensable to you! ”

The little old man was ecstatic, lying on the muddy ground, and kept kowtowing.

Liu Chengjun was even more happy, "You go over, put these servants on the embankment, slaughter them first, and then dig the embankment immediately!" ”

"Yes!"

From behind Liu Chengjun, a team of guards rushed out, they went to escort people, and the little old man also ran over, beckoned his young men, helped the guards, and pushed the servants to the river embankment, lined up!

The little old man carried the sword, blushed, and shouted: "Corrupt officials and corrupt officials, cruelty to the people, regardless of the life or death of the big guys, the time for revenge has come, do it!" ”

As soon as the two words came out, the little old man's sword swung like a poisonous snake, quickly slashing through the neck of a Northern Han guard...... This guy is Liu Chengjun's henchman, his kung fu is very good, his archery skills are also powerful, and his reaction is even better. Seeing the sword coming, he hurriedly turned his head and dodged his neck, and the blade of the sword slashed across his chest, leaving a deep wound, but not fatal.

This guy hurriedly drew the knife and wanted to fight with Murong Yanzhao.

At that moment, the bound old man miraculously reached out his hands, he was thin and withered, not at all proportional to the sturdy guard, but his attack was so fierce and precise.

He hugged his thighs with both hands and pushed his head against the other party's waist!

"Die!"

The old man knocked the guy into the turbid current of the river embankment, and the sturdy guard struggled twice before being swept away by the river.

Above the entire river embankment, there are such anti-killing scenes everywhere.

The servants were tied with live buckles, which looked tight, but could be untied with a single shake. When Murong Yanzhao said the word "do it", Ding Zhuang, who pretended to be a Manichaean member, attacked fiercely with the shovel and wooden plank in his hand, and the officials also played with their lives, and suddenly attacked, and those elite Northern Han guards were killed by a group of officials and villagers in such a daze.

One by one, they fell into the river and became drowned fools!

Liu Chengjun watched with his own eyes that his henchman died inexplicably, he was dumbfounded, shocked and angry.

The little old man was carrying a blood-stained sword and sneered at him, "Liu Chengjun, I didn't expect it!" The old man is Murong Yanzhao, you should die! ”

As he spoke, the old general led people to decisively rush down the embankment......