Xue Ne was even more annoyed at this time.

Before he could return to the barracks, a new order had been issued, and the army would prepare food and assemble at the time of the expedition to sweep the Zagros Mountains and fight to the death with the Arab Hu chieftains.

The remaining eight were guarded at the four gates, patrolling and shazing, and no mistakes were allowed to occur.

What annoyed Xue Ne was not the change of orders of the marching chief, but the complete ignorance.

Such a big thing, there was not even a herald who came to inform him, or Xue Ne himself pulled the soldiers who hurriedly went to the city to inspect the streets to inquire, and it was too late to return to the camp, so Xue Ne sent the captain to inquire about the mission of the Confucian soldiers, but the bitter captain ran back and forth with a look of grievance, and the deputy chief of the march went out of the city and did not see it.

The Confucian soldiers are also under the command of Jin Wuwei, a first-class corps of the Fujian State, but they have become completely transparent people here, even Xue Ne knows that his troops are a little muddy and can't support the wall, but they are ignored like this, as the main general, Xue Ne is still very angry in his heart.

However, this fire can't come out.

Like a volcano about to erupt, Xue Ne almost trembled all the way back to the Confucian garrison in Dongcheng, and as soon as he entered the camp, Xue Ne was already shouting loudly in anger.

"Order, the team is leading all the troops to assemble in the big tent of the Chinese army and hold a meeting!"

In the small barracks, this roar quickly spread throughout the army.

The remaining thirty-odd sour Xiucai of a certain team suddenly turned green, and they watched with trepidation as the regiments led the team into the Chinese army's tent like a bee.

Moments later, the volcano finally erupted.

"Where did the C Brigade A team die?"

Like an eternal demonic beast, the brigade rate of the C Brigade and the remaining thirty sour Xiucai of the A team leaned against the wall with their hands and heads behind their backs, sweating profusely, their eyes faintly glowing red, beating their horses, and Xue Ne led more than 30 cronies and captains to grit their teeth and kill out of the barracks.

At this time, the riots in the southern district of Seongnam came to an end for the time being.

"Woo woo, it's miserable."

It was really crying pear blossoms with rain, tears flowed down, sitting on the ground, Li Ming's immature shoulders were still twitching, and on the other hand, the exhausted Yao Chong and eighteen Confucian soldiers sat panting and sitting in a ball, one by one with a blue nose and swollen face, and the corner of Yao Yuanzhi's mouth was cracked, and they were all embarrassed and ravaged by hundreds of.

But in comparison, they are not bad, after all, they have experienced a military career, and they are beaten and fight back, and they also sandwich Li Ming's little henchman in the center, as for a fat man who pretends to be smart and pulls Li Ming away, he has now completely become dough.

The two cheeks were red and swollen, his lips simply became sausages, and his body was also fat, and his clothes and armor were stretched out in a circle, becoming a balloon, and he was humming more in and less out.

"Brother Song, Brother Song, you said that you abandoned your friends and ran away, you value sex and ignore friends, and you ended up like this, let Brother Xian, what do I say about you?"

Even if Song Chuhe was unlucky like this, he didn't escape the torture, the spittle splashed, Yao Chong counted Song Jing like an old lady, and the fat man Song listened to it as if there were 100,000 mosquitoes buzzing in his head, if he wasn't able to move now, Song Chuhe really wanted to take off the stinky socks and stuff them into this girl's mouth.

It's a pity that now his mouth is swollen like a sausage, and Song Chuhe can't even return his mouth except for two words, and he is even more depressed when he listens.

Listening to Yao Chong's heavy color and light friends, Song Chuhe suddenly subconsciously glanced at Li Ming, and even made him vomit blood, he fought hard to pull the little white face that ran away, and now he didn't even look at him, it was not him who was crying, so Song Fat scolded him for saving a white-eyed wolf, and completely forgot that under Li Ming's hard work, these middle-aged uncles let him go.

In fact, it is no wonder that the citizens of Shiraz hate soldiers so much.

On weekdays, the salaries of the government soldiers to defend the city were paid by the residents of the entire city and apportioned to everyone, but when the war came, almost overnight, the Min army lost the city, more than 10,000 residents were slaughtered, and the wealth accumulated over the years was lost.

This is not enough to make the residents so hateful, after all, more than 4,000 soldiers of the government have put up a desperate resistance, and in the general environment of Fujian's martial arts, more than 2,700 people died in battle, almost no different from the annihilation of the entire army, which makes people speechless.

But what made these citizens even more sad was that after the Fujian reinforcements arrived, instead of helping Shiraz take revenge, they retreated in the city and refused to send troops.

The economy of Shiraz was basically dominated by various rose workshops and grain workshops, and the inaction of the Min army immediately disappointed the merchants and merchants who had already suffered huge losses.

No matter how fertile the land was, with its abundant commercial resources, once it became the front line of the war, everything came to naught, and within two days, more than a dozen workshops had been declared closed, and desperate merchants had withdrawn to the interior.

Merchants can go, rely on Shiraz to survive, born and raised or settled in foreign, but now the poor citizens of Shiraz can't go, they have suffered disasters, and have lost hope for the future, and the government has not given any relief to the present, so it is no wonder that these citizens have spread their anger on the inaction of the government soldiers.

"Hey, my son and daughter-in-law were all killed by the heavenly Arab soldiers, my two-year-old grandson was hungry and waiting to be fed, but the old man couldn't earn money to give him rice soup, the old man may be ashamed!"

"My child is as old as you, little brother, and so cute, but he was ruined by those Arab barbarians, and finally committed suicide by throwing himself into a well, seeing you, little brother, I think of my hard-working child!"

The middle-aged uncle who was beating people fiercely just now is also in tears, and the group of students who listened to it even if they were beaten were embarrassed, Li Ming was even more moved, and sobbed for a while, but Li Ming suddenly stood up suddenly.

"Don't worry, I'll help you! I'll help you get rice for disaster relief! ”

Seeing that Li Ming really stood up, the sad beating uncle who followed her hurriedly stood up, hurriedly chased out of the crowd, and shouted behind: "Hey! Girl, no, young man, it's useless, you are a small soldier, those generals who are as timid as chickens will not listen to you, and the merchant lords will not stay here, hey! ”

Although the middle-aged uncle was shouting anxiously in the back, and the hundreds of refugees who gathered around him were also following the advice, Li Ming seemed to have not heard, with tears on his face, and ran forward bistfully.

Seeing this, Yao Chong and a dozen other government soldiers also followed, and then, hundreds of refugees all followed, and in the blink of an eye, the streets that were still lively just now turned empty.

Still, there was someone left.

His lips swollen into a duck's beak, and after holding it for a long time, Song Chuhe struggled to hold back two words.

"Who values sex over friends? This herd of livestock! ”

Following Li Ming, a group of people rushed to the most prosperous commercial street in Shiraz, but at this time, the prosperity was no longer there, half of the shops were destroyed in the war, and only the remaining small half of the shops were also locked doors, and they were depressed.

However, the merchants' residual power and grace were still there, and seeing that Li Ming stopped in front of a grain shop without listening to the advice, the refugees timidly stopped.

Facing the tight gate, Li Ming was about to kick, but he was unexpectedly caught by a fat hand that grabbed her violently.

"What are you doing?"

"Li Ming, you think clearly, the military law of Damin, the person who is good at creating a private house, if you break in like this, you will die!!"

I really admired Song Chuhe's resilience, he was swollen like a loaf of bread just now, and at this moment, he came up, but looking at the look of advice on his face, Li Ming shook off his hand angrily.

"The people of Da Min are resentful and starving, as the soldiers of Da Min, how can they stand idly by?"

"You're afraid of death, get out of the way! I got it! ”

A trace of disdain flashed in her bright eyes, Li Ming skimmed her head and was about to kick the door, not wanting to be dragged by a strong force behind her, under Li Ming's stunned gaze, Song Chuhe was like an angry leopard, kicking open the door of the tight business.

"This kind of thing still has to be done by our pure masters, you can't do it with a little white face!"

The bruised face showed a little annoyance and complacency, Song Chuhe walked quickly into the courtyard of this grain merchant in the astonishment of a large group of victims, and Li Ming was stunned for a moment before a little appreciation flowed in her bright eyes.

behaved coaxing outside, but as soon as he entered the house, Song Chuhe came down again, and looked at the owner and couple who were packing up their things and looking at him as an uninvited guest during menstruation, and persuaded with a smile: "Song Jing, a soldier of the Confucian Soldiers' Mansion, is here to persuade the host's family." ”

"God has the virtue of a good life, tens of thousands of hungry people outside the door are waiting to be fed, if you lend a helping hand at this time, take out rice and grain to give alms......"

"Get out of my house now!"

didn't wait for Song Chuhe to finish speaking, but he didn't expect this chubby Tianzhu businessman to immediately change color, pick up the broom around him and hit him, it was originally injured, and after being pumped again, Song Chuhe suddenly screamed in pain, and turned around and shouted sadly.

"Master's family, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, hey, don't fight, don't fight, there is something to say, hey, you're fighting, just beat Lao Tzu again, oops!"

The head was heavy again, Song Chuhe was driven out of the door sadly, seeing that the Tianzhu merchant was still chasing and beating, at this time, a horse whip was whipped on his wrist hatefully, and the fat businessman howled like a pig.

"You, you dare to beat Lao Tzu, I, I'm going to find your lieutenant, break into the house, and deal with your military law!"

Finish the bird! As soon as his neck shrank, Song Jing's heart suddenly felt cold, and he was distressed by this little white face!

looked at the stingy but fierce Tianzhu merchant like a mad dog with disdain, and casually untied the jade pendant on his waist and threw it over. He hugged his arms disdainfully and hummed: "Take out all the grain, take this thing to Jingshi, and find Li Kan, the first-class treasurer of the Fujian Chamber of Commerce on Silk Duan Street, how many bags of grain you have, just ask him for as many horses of silk, get out!" ”

Listening to Li Ming's unceremonious roar, and then looking at the jade pendant in his hand that was as warm as condensed fat, the eyes of the miser merchant suddenly straightened......