87, soothing and using (righteousness)

According to the old man who was born in the Harmony years, it has not been so cold for many years. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn the middle of the night, I often hear a "boom", which is the sound of a water pipe bursting. When the wind blows, the cold air penetrates directly into the bones, and then slowly spreads through the body, as if the whole person immediately becomes an ice cube, and the cold invades the heart and spleen.

There is a thick layer of ice in the Jinshui River in Geyang City, and it can withstand the pressure even if you drive the tiger car up.

After a heavy snowfall, the sky was clear, but it was even colder. Under the eaves of the buildings, long ice edges hung like sharp teeth, facing the cold wind and making a terrible cry. The cold seemed to freeze everything. Even the cheerful sparrows froze to death on the road one by one. In the humble alleys and slums next to the tall buildings, there were many people who froze to death, and the corpses were as hard as popsicles, and the sound of bangs could be heard when they were knocked on.

In this bone-chilling wind, from both sides of the Great River of Daqi to the north, and even to the royal capital, there was an astonishing news: "Linghu Wentian is here!"

This news seems to make people forget the cold, and they all brave the biting cold wind to run to tell each other. Even those billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions of billionaires, big bosses are fidgeting in the air-conditioned room, inquiring through soft letters, the Internet, and connections, and some hurriedly pack up treasures and antiques, and take their families and secretaries to immigrate to foreign countries for refuge. Even ordinary people are in constant fear, as if a great storm is coming.

When Linghu Wentian is mentioned, almost everyone links this name with their fate, because this is a "giant thief" who is famous and powerful.

Three years ago, this person led more than 10 brothers to rise into trouble, and in just three years, it has grown to hundreds of thousands of people, rushing to the prefecture, killing people and setting fires, and making a fuss that the sky is about to fall! However, what makes people feel strange is that the imperial court sent Yan Kai, a well-known generalissimo, to be the generalissimo of the suppression of bandits, mobilized the six major military regions to suppress them, and fought a war in the prefecture to wipe out all these bandits, causing Hu Wentian to be defeated and killed. For this reason, the imperial court also hyped and celebrated.

Why is this Linghu Wentian here again? Could it be that my dignified Qi court will still be mistaken?

Just when people were puzzled, the sound of armored vehicles marching like thunder broke all suspicions more forcefully than any words. I saw that on the road leading from Qingyang to the riverside, the man with a blue scarf on his head, or riding an armored car, or riding a motorcycle, or a truck, or on foot, carrying a rifle or submachine gun on his shoulder, the weapon was not uniform, the dress was not uniform, the uniform was only the blue scarf on his head, and he kept marching north. What is striking is that on the big banner with green edges and blue backgrounds held high, there are two dazzling big characters fluttering - justice!

Just as the rebel army was gaining momentum and capturing 10 cities in a row within a month, the situation suddenly changed - the whole army was stranded on the north bank and stopped moving.

What blocked the footsteps of the rebels was not the big river moat, but the emergence of a deeper and deeper chasm within the rebels. Suspicion, jealousy, lust for power, these despicable things of human beings breed within the rebels.

With the victory coming, and as Chen Qingjun's prestige among the rebel army grew, Ling Hu Wentian became more and more afraid that this would threaten his position as generalissimo. This hero, who used to be a dragon and a tiger leaping and rising, suddenly became like a mediocre man who suffered from gains and losses and was unable to move forward. It seems that the flame of the uprising is about to be extinguished in front of the great river that crashes against the sky!

At this time, the Great Qi court, which had not forgotten for a moment to "quell the chaos", also launched a new offensive from its ruling core, Geyang. A pot-bellied envoy, with a confidential oracle, went out of the three passes, went straight to Bingju, and then sneaked to Gwangju on the side of the river from Bingzhou. Don't underestimate this official who can't shoot a gun or lead a soldier, but at a certain time he has played a role that thousands of troops can't play, just like a hairspring on a clock, which will affect the movement of the entire gear. This man's special mission was to disintegrate the rebel army, but his weapon was not an airplane cannon, but a high-ranking official, which can be summed up in one word: Fu.

At about the same time, the gate of Bianjing City, which was the Great Qi Prefecture, was opened, and a long column of officers and soldiers wearing black military uniforms and soft steel helmets on their heads, with white mist in their mouths, rode military vehicles and chariots, moving southward like a giant python. The sixteen-wheeled military truck, loaded with baggage, creaked and squeaked as if it were overloaded.

This is an elite army in the hands of the Great Qi Dynasty, and they have just received a holy edict from Emperor Qi, asking them to annihilate the Liukou on the south bank of the Great River, and not let the thieves cross the river to the north, causing endless harm. The mission of this officer and army is to suppress it.

Huang Zhijun, the deputy commander-in-chief of the Great Qi Suppression of Bandits, who commanded this powerful force, was sitting in a not brand new Tiger chariot, sandwiched in the queue and marching slowly. Huang Zhijun wore a cashmere sweater given by the emperor and an old gray military coat on the outside, except for the general star on the epaulette and collar badge to suggest that he was a lieutenant general, otherwise he looked not much different from ordinary officers and soldiers.

The captain of the helicopter combat group twice invited Huang Zhijun to take a helicopter to the camp early so that he could rest early. Huang Zhijun said: "No!"

Huang Zhijun's chariot rushed to the front of the queue for a while, and then fell to the end of the line, because he wanted to see and understand the morale and state of the troops. Seeing that the general was coming to inspect, the soldiers did not dare to slack off, and tried to sit up straight, straighten their necks, and did not dare to make a loud noise. All around was solemn, and only the roar of the car motor could be heard.

The destination of this army was the ancient city of Mingzhou on the banks of the Great River. At the head of the city of Mingzhou, a big banner is flying - the generalissimo of justice Linghu.

Mingzhou, which had just been captured by the rebel army, after a period of noise, seemed to be infected with the cold snap blown by the north wind in the past few days, and suddenly became cold.

The number of hungry people who came to Mingzhou from all over the world to receive food is decreasing day by day. They came with empty bags and went back with empty bags. MANY PEOPLE WHO CAME TO SEE THE REBELS ALSO WALKED BACK WITH GREAT INTEREST, BECAUSE THERE WERE LEGENDS IN THE STREETS AND ALLEYS: WHOSE HOUSE WAS ROBBED, AND THE BODY WAS FOUND THERE, AND THEY ALSO HEARD THAT QIANGJIAN HAD HAPPENED.

Although Generalissimo Linghu Wentian announced to the people of Mingzhou through radio, television, and the Internet that he would severely punish the gangsters who took advantage of the fire to rob, the people were even more panicked after seeing it, and they believed that the rumors were true. frightened many residents to drag their families and secretly run out of the city. Some people ran out of the city, encountered real bandits who blocked the road and robbed, ran out of goods, wept in the cold wind, and had no way out; some hid in Tibet, and were frightened overnight, so they had to run back in despair, sighing and crying with their families, as if they had met in a dream.