"I have a dream, that is, one day, we can cross the long Liao River. There is fertile and blackened land, and there are innumerable, endless forests. ”

The eyes of the people in the city were moved. What can impress the Chinese people, the only thing that has remained unchanged for thousands of years is land. How fertile must it be to blacken the earth?

Yang Fan continued to instill the dreams of the soldiers and civilians in the city, "I have a dream, that is, one day, the banner of my Ming Dynasty can fly high at the source of the Songhua River!" There are ginseng the thickness of a baby's arm everywhere, what is that, a treasure that gold can't buy! We could sit together, beat a few wild ducks, stew ginseng, drink wine and eat meat together. ”

The soldiers and civilians of the city seem to have been longing for that kind of life. There was no longer a whispering sound below, everyone raised their heads and looked at Yang Fan, as if the life that came out of Yang Fan's mouth was the meaning of living. Their eyes were already full of anticipation, and they couldn't wait to cross the Liao River now and gallop on the vast northeast plain.

"But." Yang Fan's tone changed and became low, "The fertile soil left to us by our ancestors is overgrown with wild grass, and the cattle, sheep and horses of Jiannu trample on the black soil. Wheat fields that were supposed to be planted with golden gold were instead used as pastures. Those hateful bastards, riding horses fattened from our black soil, came to rob us of our food. Is this still a human thing? Is this still a human thing? ”

The city base is very low, so even if Yang Fan stands at the so-called head of the city, he can still see the anger of the people under the city. Hope is not the best stimulant, because after that excitement, the next thing, there is no hope, and that is more desperate than despair. Therefore, instead of letting the people below look forward to it, it is better to break that hope, only hatred, only grief and indignation, that is long-lasting.

A kind of hatred can last for a long time, even from generation to generation.

"It's so damnable!" Someone at the bottom was finally touched by Yang Fan's words, "It's so hateful!" "He was arrested to be a strong man, and he was still farming, so he was arrested to repair the city wall. There are thousands of reluctances in my heart, and now they have turned into resentment towards Jiannu, it is them, it is they who have disrupted our original life.

"I'm going to kill them!"

Some angry voices began to be shouted from below.

Looking at these soldiers and civilians who were still resistant, Yang Fan raised his voice and shouted: "We built the city wall to resist their invasion. Among you, some of you can be Yang Fan's uncles and uncles, so please think about it, think about your wives and children in the back of Linghe City, and think about them. ”

"Also, my peers of the same age as me, think about the father and mother behind the city, willing to let the iron hooves of Jiannu cross the Ling River, and willing to let the wolf ambitions burn and loot our village?"

"If you say, I can, I'm willing. Then you don't even have the qualifications to be a husband and a son of man. Do such people still need to survive in the land of our Ming Dynasty? Yang Fan roared angrily, "Now, if you want to escape back to Jinzhou City, or escape to Ningyuan, or even farther away, it's still too late, I'll give you a chance, get out of front of my Yang Fan's eyes immediately!" ”

The ancestor Dashou in the back, He Kegang, originally heard some ups and downs, and even they were driven by Yang Fan. But when I heard that last sentence, I was so frightened that I came back to my senses, numb, this kid always has a moth at a critical time, this strong man ran away, who will repair the city? Zu Dashou really wants to give Yang Fan a slap in the face, why did you ask Lao Tzu to take his head to repair the city?

He didn't dare to imagine that 20,000 strong men would run out of the city with their feet outstretched, once this incident really happened, this Dalinghe City would not need to be guarded, so he would go back to Shuntianfu with his head. Yang Fan, Yang Fan, what did Lao Tzu owe you in his last life? Zu Dashou slowly stepped forward, wanting to see how many people had run away.

It's quiet under the city. Zu Dashou's heart was cold, pulling out the cold, is this all gone? Lao Tzu is the cheapest, what is this little ancestor doing, mobilize a fart. Whipping with a whip, and still repairing the city, is really the cheapest. He sighed and slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, even he couldn't believe it. The scene in front of me seems to be too ...... It's so bloody. Not a single person, not a single person out of the city.

Everyone seemed to be looking at Zu Dashou. The vision before his eyes became blurred. Zu Dashou used all his strength and roared angrily: "None of the Ming Dynasty is a bad seed, disbanded!" ”

The people below shouted: "None of the Ming Dynasty is a bad seed!" "When the fighting spirit is ignited, when the grief and anger turn into strength, it is unimaginably powerful!

He turned his head slowly, choked up a little, and said to himself: "The wind and sand are really big, and my eyes are red......" and then walked away slowly.

Since that night, He Kegang's attitude towards Yang Fan has changed one hundred and eighty degrees, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Instructor, I ......"

"Lao He, it's okay to call me Yang Zi and Xiao Yang, and it's hard to call the instructor." Yang Fan said.

He Kegang's eyes were firm and said: "Just now, I saw the hope of Da Ming from your back. It's true! He put his hands on Yang Fan's shoulders, "This time to repair the city, you can do it." ”

Wait, Yang Fan's eyes widened, what do you mean for me to look at? Isn't this your city repair, how can it come out of your Lao He's mouth, it seems to have become Lao Tzu's business. Yang Fan said with a smile: "Deputy General He is really considerate of his subordinates, just let him watch it." It's okay, let's take a look at it below, just take a look. ”

"No, no, no." He Kegang smiled, as if he had seen a treasure, "The chief soldier on the road has discussed with me, and this time the city will be repaired to you." As the proud protégé of the Fortune Operator Immortal, you must know more about this city than we do, so it's decided! ”

"Hey, hey." Yang Fan shouted at He Kegang, who had slipped away, and gritted his teeth.

He Kegang, who had just disappeared, showed his head again, and said with a solemn face: "Instructor, you are the pillar of the Ming Dynasty, you have to withstand the test!" Lao He, I'm optimistic about you! It turned out that the leaders were all in this tone, and Yang Fan now understood what it meant to pass on the torch......

――――Shengjingcheng――――

Huang Taiji, who has passed the year of not being confused, is planning to lead his troops to attack again, and the last thousand miles of raid not only gained a lot, but even the sworn enemy Yuan Chonghuan was indirectly killed by him, and Huang Taiji was in a good mood.

"Report! Great Khan, there is a situation in the Great Ling River. ”

The man's eyes were like torches, and he turned around and said, "Say." ”

"Daming 10,000 Guanning iron horses, led 20,000 migrant workers, ready to rebuild Linghe City. Now it is open to the original city base. ”

The man smiled and muttered to himself, "It must be Sun Chengzong again, this old fox, who wants to encroach on my Dajin's territory step by step?" Dream! Send an envoy to contact the Mongol Khan tribe and discuss sending troops to attack Linghe City! This time, Ben Khan wants to eat this 10,000 Guan Ning Iron Horse! ”