But as Commander Mo’s confidants said, although all the people in the Jianghu and the victimized people gathered together, they were not all determined to seek justice from the local authorities. Some people in the Jianghu or the sect were watching the fun;

I want to meet the anti-gold hero Xin Wang Qiantose. There are also some martial arts heroes who want to fish in troubled waters or increase their own status. Once they are all killed, let’s not talk about whether they can be killed, but only the future revenge and

The impact of so many people dying is unpredictable.

At this time, in a remote place in Shimen Street, a bonfire was burning brightly, making the faces of everyone present red.

The young Jianghu warrior looked at everyone present with a cold expression. His eyes swept across the faces of these people one by one. Among them were the heads or elders of Jianghu sects, representatives of Jianghu hero gangs, and others.

Some wandering knights and knights, and even a small number of servants and stewards of landlords and wealthy people.

But apart from the indignant look on the faces of these people, most of them hide their own little calculations in their hearts.

The young warrior sighed. He knew that revenge today seemed a little impossible, but after the raid, so many of his comrades were killed and injured, so he still couldn't swallow this breath. Special Forces Traveling Through the Song Dynasty

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He couldn't help but clenched his fists, but his face was very cold. He asked: "You really don't want to get up and fight? So many people have died, but you choose to be cowardly and silent. Have you ever thought about what happened to them?"

In the eyes of us, how lowly we are, are our lives really worthless and can be trampled on wantonly?"

"Companions, friends, and relatives, their bodies are not yet cold, and you have already accepted their fate?"

But his questions were like being thrown into a bottomless pit, and he would never hear an echo.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one replied. "Although it is said that the young man is Nobuo Chitose, but since he doesn't stand out, let's forget it?" But someone in the crowd still said in a low voice.

"Otherwise, what else can we do? They are officers and soldiers." Another person replied dejectedly.

"Not only an officer and a soldier, but also a popular figure in the imperial court. I heard that he has the support of the emperor. Otherwise, why would the old man stay away if he believes that the king is a thousand years old?" someone added.

"Can officers and soldiers kill people arbitrarily?" The young man said angrily: "There seems to be no such article in the laws of the Song Dynasty, right? Those corpses whose blood is still wet are still your living companions, relatives or relatives a few hours ago.

We are friends, can't you feel a little angry?"

The corpses of the deceased were displayed on the city gate tower, seeming to show off the military power of the officers and soldiers. But everyone looked at the city gate tower in the distance. It was quiet, and everyone watched this scene silently.

Since Huizong, suffering has become a part of life for the ethnic minority people in the south. Because they are unable to resist, this weak ethnic group can only choose to hide further in the forest when the Han people plunder and oppress them. However, the dense

Life in the forest is not necessarily sweet. Hunger and attacks by ferocious carnivorous animals bring the shadow of death.

After Ding Dakuan discovered that his daughter was missing, he immediately went out to search for it. Everyone who got the news looked at the eldest among them, their elders. For the barbarians, these experienced elders always

He was able to lead the tribe out of trouble, but this time, even this wise elder lowered his eyebrows and seemed helpless.

The old man held his cane, and a heavy shadow seemed to be written between every wrinkle on his face. He sighed, and Ding Dakuan stood up and left.

"Uncle Ding Dakuan, where are you going?" Wang Fu, a tall young man on the other side of the elder, immediately stopped him.

The middle-aged man stopped and replied in a deep voice without looking back: "I'll go get Bai Yue back——!"

"Calm down!" the young man advised: "Uncle Ding Dakuan, what can you do alone, are you going to die?"

"I promised her mother to take good care of her...so even if I have to die, I will go!" the middle-aged man replied stubbornly.

But he also understood that this was just an angry word, so he couldn't help turning his back and clenching his fists, tensing every muscle in his body.

"Ding Dakuan, calm down," the old man holding the cane finally spoke. He sighed and said, "We have been arguing all day long. It seems that she has heard it. This is her choice. Too many of us have died."

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at everyone with red eyes. The silence during the day broke out after his daughter lost her trace. He shouted: "What about Bai Yue and the other people who were killed by Han bandits?

Are we indifferent to people’s hatred?”

Everyone was silent and lowered their heads silently. The middle-aged man snorted coldly, turned and left. The old man looked at his back and sighed again. He knew that the other party would not really go out to find trouble with those troops. In this

Every man in the ethnic group will not easily abandon the entire ethnic group. This is their responsibility. Special Forces Time Travel: The Prince of the Song Dynasty 230

But no matter what, Ding Dakuan's departure still caused a silence among the crowd. But what can they do? The strongest person in the village is Ding Dakuan, who has great martial arts skills. He can't be the terrible Commander Mo.

Lord and a bunch of rivals.

But the silence did not last long, and the ceremony had to go on. But at this moment, everyone saw a figure stumbling in from outside the village. That was Ding Yuan, who was in charge of security outside the village.

Everyone recognized the familiar figure, and they couldn't help but become nervous subconsciously. Could it be that those vicious Han soldiers came back to kill them again?

But didn't Bai Yue leave? "Ding Yuan, what's wrong?" The old man was also slightly startled, but immediately asked. As the leader of this group of people, although he still maintained a deliberately calm attitude on the surface, in fact, his hands had already

He was so nervous that he tightly grasped the wooden stick in his hand.

"Bai Yue, she..." Ding Yuan managed to run in front of these people and couldn't help shouting out of breath, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Bai Yue?" The old man was startled, then his expression changed and he immediately asked, "What's wrong with Bai Yue?"

"Bai Yue did go to Shimen City...but...but...that adult followed her. After those people learned the news, they all followed..."

"What?"

The news that the little girl went to Shimen with the powerful adults soon spread in this barbarian tribe village located in a remote forest.

At this time, in Shimen City, the young man finished speaking indignantly and took a deep breath; he couldn't help coughing twice, and his face turned a little gray.

"But anger cannot be eaten, young man." An older martial arts gang leader looked at him with some unbearability and replied: "You reason with them, they talk to you about fists. Their fists are big, what can you do? We

We are all here, but they still don't care, why? Because they are not afraid of us at all."

"Even if there is a war, can we fight it?" Another person also said: "Don't be unrealistic. Don't forget that the bastard also has an army. And once we take action, we will definitely be crowned."

The one who committed the serious crime of treason."

Facing the crowd's questions, the young man in gray and blue robes gritted his teeth, but was unable to answer. After all, rebellion is no joke, and more people might be affected if not done properly.

But at this time, there was a commotion in the crowd. Everyone was stunned. The leaders, gang leaders and famous heroes immediately turned around alertly and shouted: "What are you doing? What's wrong? "Chaos.

’What ‘chaos’?”

"Boss, it seems that the officers and soldiers are here again. They have reinforcements!" The disciples on guard immediately shouted loudly.

Hearing this answer, everyone frowned.

Are there reinforcements? Aren't most of the officers and soldiers going out to loot? No wonder they are emboldened.

In fact, when the golden marble led people to the street where people were gathering, they saw a dark crowd not far away.

So much so that at this moment, looking down from the rooftop, the whole area and several streets were filled with the light of bonfires. And beside the bonfire, there were longing figures. It was impossible to count how many knights and gang members there were.

.

The pale golden marble couldn't help but snorted coldly.

He turned around and looked at the rows of black-clad soldiers behind him. He knew that hidden underneath were actually soldiers composed of terrifying elite Jin Army warriors, the ruthless killing machines of the Jin Army.

One of the basic components. This time they spent a lot of effort to support Commander Mo for a huge plan to deal with King Xin's army. Originally, killing King Xin was the solution once and for all, but King Xin Zhao Zhen was too powerful.

They repeatedly killed King Xin, but ended up losing troops and generals.

Especially this time, when they met King Xin, they were unprepared and passive, and finally managed to get rid of the plague god. When they mobilized their troops to prepare for the attack, they lost track of King Xin.

All the people were dead, and there was no trace of King Xin on the roads and alleys. Special Forces Crossing: The Prince of the Song Dynasty 230

Thinking of this, he returned his gaze to the street, a little impatient, but still kept a cold tone and said to the Song Army officers beside him: "Shout and tell them to give them half an hour to leave, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."

His words were as cold as a knife.

After all, rather than commanding the battle here, this fierce general of the Jin army hoped to return to the north and fight with King Xin's army in an upright and fair manner.

The Song Army officer glanced at him carefully and hurriedly lowered his head in response. Although he was a little curious about where this strange friendly army came from, he also knew that it was the reinforcements sent by Commander Mo - as to whether it was the cold-hearted

Commander Mo did not dare to ask which army he had colluded with. However, he had no doubt at all that these mysterious warriors standing side by side with them would be from the Jin army.

After all, this may be too unbelievable from any aspect.

The Song Army officer returned to the city wall. He straightened his throat, but he was secretly proud of himself. He was threatened by these lowly and unruly people, and he had already held back his anger. You must know that usually these soldiers and bandits are very proud.

Being arrogant and used to bullying others, he expected that one day it would be his turn to be attacked and threatened by others.

Even if it was just a siege rather than an attack, it was just a threat, but it still made these people feel embarrassed. He immediately waved his hand and called everyone not far away, and ordered with great style: "Shout."

The man didn't dare to neglect, cleared his throat, and then shouted into the distance: "All the untouchables in front of me, please listen..."

Commander Mo's officers shouted, which immediately caused a stir among the people gathered together. Everyone stopped in unison, turned around and looked in the direction of the Shimen City army, and waited with bated breath for the other party's next words.

But they found that there was nothing more to say. As soon as the officer opened his mouth, he suddenly froze. Because at this moment, there was a 'click' sound, and an arrow fell on the ground in front of him. It was obviously a warning.

He was so stunned that he couldn't make a sound.

He raised his head and watched helplessly as the gangsters and gang members in front of him suddenly made a commotion, starting from the rear of the crowd, and the crowd silently and automatically split into two sides. And a stare formed in the shadow.

The gap was moving forward quietly, approaching the officers and soldiers little by little.

Who is that person? Not only him, Golden Marble also squinted his eyes, as if petrified, looking motionless in that direction.

"Brothers and friends!" Beside the bonfire, a young man in a gray-blue robe looked at the people present with some disappointment and said: "Can't we fight passionately for dignity, even just once? Yes, we

He is a Jianghu person, an unstable person in the eyes of the court, but Jianghu people also have the glory of us Jianghu people, and this honor is the loyalty and glory of protecting friends and brothers on the battlefield!"

He looked at the others and asked: "What we are talking about is the word righteousness. Do we have to abandon this word righteousness? But if we don't rely on our companions and friends, what else can we call a charlatan?"

His words brought a silence that seemed to echo the silence brought by the distant shouting.

The gang leaders looked at each other, but they were still hesitant. They wanted to give their men an explanation, but this explanation was not as simple as just saying something.

No one wants to show weakness, but after all, it is a head-on challenge to a country's leader, Lord Commander Mo, and it is even said that he is Zhang Jun, a famous figure next to the emperor.

If they choose to fight, they may no longer have a foothold in the Song Dynasty.
To be continued...