martial law

He worried that the words were too profound for others to understand.

"Li Danian, three years ago, your parents died of starvation, your eldest sister was bought by a wealthy businessman in Luoyang, and your younger sister was just too young to be fed.

You were conscripted to build the ten palaces in Jiangdu and widen the waterways, and you just barely starved to death all year round.

Now, at the age of 21, you are as old as you are in your 40s... tell me, if you continue to live like this, how long can you live?

How will your little sister end up then? "

Yang Lin rode slowly, and when he passed the team of ten thousand people on the right, he casually pointed his whip at a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes in front of him, and asked suddenly.

There was a strange rhythm in his voice, as if he wanted to drag everyone into memories.

Remember the painful past.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but when he heard this, he immediately felt sad, lay down on the ground, and howled, "Little man, little man..."

He couldn't even say a single word.

Everyone could hear the misfortune and suffering in his mourning and crying.

They all couldn't help but look sympathetic.

In this era, there is still a saying that "a good man should not be a soldier, and a good iron should not be nailed".

As long as they can survive, no one will voluntarily serve as a soldier on the battlefield, fighting for wealth and honor with life and death.

It's hard to survive.

For one bite to eat, their lives are really incomparably cheap.

Although Yang Lin was talking about one person, in fact, he was talking about everyone present.

Which one, without blood and tears?

In the last years of the dynasty, the people were living in poverty, and wars were everywhere...

That kind of tragic and bloody is not clear in a few light words, but a long history of suffering.

Chapter 343

"Zhou Fugui, back then, your family was regarded as a good family in Guanzhong, with a little wealth, and with blood, you followed Yang Guang to conquer Goryeo...

An army of one million set off, more than 2000 people returned home, and you were the only one who recovered a life from the ice and snow.

If you get a good name, you are really lucky and lucky.

You also went to Goryeo for two campaigns and three campaigns. After so many years of fighting, when you return to your hometown, your parents are no longer there, and your two younger brothers also died in battle under Zhang Xutuo's command. There is no one in the family now.

Only the old house was left, and I don't know if it was occupied by someone. "

Yang Lin pointed to a middle-aged man with a sallow face and a simple and honest face in front of Xiaoguowei. Looking at the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face, he felt a little bit unbearable, and asked: "Such a beggar, come here!" Go, what have you won? What have you gained?

What about your relatives and friends, don’t you want to live a peaceful life?In my heart, do I have any grievances against the faint emperor Yang Guang? "

"Pfft..."

Another kneels down.

This veteran who couldn't tell his age seemed to have lost his tears a long time ago. He just fell on the ground with a blank expression, and said in a hoarse voice, "I wish to die for the king."

The sadness in the words made people feel a chill in their hearts.

At this time, everyone woke up.

Although the Xiaoguo army looks very imposing, in fact, after these years, it is like a big wave washing the sand. I don't know how many people died and how many people were replaced.

No one remembers those soldiers who died in the snow and grass in obscurity.

Following Zhou Fugui's sudden kneeling, he pledged his allegiance.

There are thousands of people in the Xiaoguo army, and their eyes have also quietly changed.

Perhaps it was thinking of all kinds of last resorts I had, and thinking of my wife and children at home.

Yang Lin's question is actually quite right.

How could they have no resentment towards this imperial court and towards Yang Guang?

"Wang Shuisheng, you have been a river worker, a thief, and begged along the street, and you were fatally wounded seven times while fighting the Hailong Gang.

Once, you were stabbed in the chest, but you still survived, which is a lucky fate.

However, over the past 20 years, you have married four times. Every time, your family will be destroyed. Not only did you lose your newly married wife, but even your infant child was thrown to death on the spot.

You thought that the evil people who killed you were the ones who killed you, and the enemies who couldn't kill you... But you never thought that all of this is actually because of this world.

The morals of the world do not allow you to live in peace and stability. You have no choice but to pick up knives and guns and fight for a bright future. "

Yang Lin pointed to a member of the Bamboo Flower Gang behind Kou Zhong, and said calmly.

"You guys, are you willing to follow me and make a bright future?"

The other party was sweating profusely, and suddenly fell to his knees.

"Willing to fight with the king, and vow not to return."

"it is good."

Yang Linshen smiled.

"Actually, don't think too much about the imperial army.

Yang Su died, Zhang Xutuo also died, and the Sui Dynasty was exhausted.

When Yang Guang led an army of millions, he could be beaten to the brim, what kind of battle would he fight?

Now, he doesn't have any powerful generals under his command, the Northland is already full of wars, and Wagang's momentum is booming, so he still has the heart to go down to Yangzhou on a dragon boat.

This is planning to live in Yangzhou for the elderly, to hide in this city, and not to worry about the rise and fall of the world.

It's just blindly squeezing the people, overhauling the palace, and lusting after extravagance.

Are you willing to perish with him? "

"I don't want to."

As Yang Lin's voice drifted out loudly, tens of thousands of troops shouted in unison, hoarse.

Yes.

The imperial army is really nothing to be afraid of.

Rebels from all over the country swarmed to attack, and the Sui Dynasty's army retreated steadily.

Even Emperor Yang Guang couldn't keep guard in the north, and wanted to run to the south to hide for a while, it was safe here.

He wanted to collect Jiangnan's financial resources and military power, but he never thought about whether he would like to be collected?

This approach is really confusing.

As long as it is a normal monarch, it is impossible to abandon his capital and go to another place to start anew.

The only possibility is that Yang Guang has lost control of the situation in the North.

He was worried that if he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave, and he might be captured and killed directly.

Therefore, no matter how lofty the words are, the tyrant and foolish king in the eyes of the common people are just paper tigers.

Apart from being cruel to one's own people, he is simply incompetent to the enemy.

So what is there to be afraid of?

One hundred thousand troops shouted in unison, all of a sudden, the dark clouds in the sky were shaken, and the wind and rain suddenly stopped.

Yang Lin was still saying: "I don't dare to promise too much here, I can only say that if the imperial army is defeated, it will not make everyone happy.

However, it can be guaranteed that there will be no oppression or war in the city under rule, everyone will have fields, and every household will have surplus food. "

His voice was mixed with some spiritual power, and he instilled true energy with the Supreme Mysterious Art of Longevity, which shook the sky, making people sound very convincing.

As soon as these words came out, it was simply a huge killer.

In this day and age, few people make such naked promises.

High-ranking officials and dignitaries are so superior that they don't even bother to make promises and try to find out the minds of ordinary people.

Just drive, drive again, and die if you refuse to accept it.

What is good at the top will be effective at the bottom.

Yang Guang acted in this way, and the officials below naturally followed suit.

How can it be like Yang Lin, in order to win the hearts of the people and the army, he is thick-skinned and wants nothing.

So in the past, in fact, many sequelae.

Even after the expansion of the territory of influence, it is not easy to deal with these soldiers. After the land is obtained and the tax is reduced, will the next source of soldiers be arranged in the same way?

In the world, is there so much land?

Can you afford many soldiers and horses?

This is the problem.

Perhaps, it won't be long before the finances under his rule will quickly collapse as the territory grows.

However, at this time, he couldn't care less.

If there is no present, how can there be a future?

Let's talk about the future.

If there is a lack of internal resources, just ask externally, there will always be a solution, can people still be suffocated to death by urine?

"Long live the king, long live the king..."

As soon as Yang Lin's words fell, there were thunderous shouts from all around.

Everyone's eyeballs were red, and they were agitated like hungry wolves by Yang Lin's spiritual speech.

I can't wait to rush to the battlefield immediately and tear the imperial army to pieces.

The sound is getting higher and higher...

Amidst the frantic sound, suddenly, a cold voice broke in.

"Great rebellion, the crime should be punished."

These words, like a sharp needle, pierced the eardrums of people with pain.

All the soldiers regained their consciousness, their faces changed wildly, and their hearts all jumped heavily.

Then, in the wind and rain, a slender figure with fluttering robes came rushing towards him through the wind and rain.

The figure seemed real and unreal.

At first glance, it was still hundreds of feet away, but when I looked again, it was already tens of feet away.

His speed doesn't look too fast either.

It's just that the figure is faint and faint, and it's clearly still far away, but it's already approaching.

One shadow has not yet disappeared, another shadow has been created.

Miraculous.

The other party was wearing a scholar's shirt, with long eyebrows and sharp eyes, and no beard on his chin...

He looked 40 to [-] years old, and looked like he was in his twenties. His eyes were high above, with the indifference of an ant bowing his head.

What was especially weird was that this man was full of murderous looks, but also had a high bearing.

People know that he is not a good person, but they can't be vigilant at all, let alone feel bad.

"Evil King, Shi Zhixuan."

First of all, Wanwan recognized the other party's identity first.

At that moment, there was a chuckle, and like lightning, he jumped up from the white horse.

A slender silver sword at the waist was falling like a rainstorm...

The sword edge buzzed and vibrated, a silver-black light circle came out, and fell towards Shi Zhixuan as a hood.

"Hey, Heavenly Demon Dafa."