Daqin: Summon Jinyiwei at the beginning

The two of them were killed.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I won't pursue those who leave now, otherwise, I will kill them all."

Ying Mo looked at the poor Confucian scholars in front of him coldly.

It's not that he felt pity, he simply didn't want to kill them.

Remember!

There must be something hateful about pitiful people.

These people are pitiful, but if they have the ability one day, they will treat others as tools like Fu Niansheng and Zhang Liang.

What Ying Mo cares about is that if all these Confucian scholars are killed, where will he find people who can read in the future when he needs them.

After all!

Waste also has a little bit of value.

The person who organized this demonstration was Zilu.

Zilu is Fu Niansheng's favorite student, and he has a blind worship for Fu Niansheng.

"Kill without mercy?"

"We are here, kill us if you have the guts."

"For the sake of the people of the world, for the Qin Dynasty, we will die without regrets."

It must be said that in Confucianism, Fu Niansheng still brainwashed a group of people. These people are like Fu Niansheng's dead servants, who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the righteousness that Fu Niansheng talked about.

As soon as Zilu's voice fell,

Hundreds of Confucian scholars echoed.

"We are here, kill if you want."

Then, more and more Confucian scholars echoed.

In their view, the law does not punish the masses, so could Ying Mo really dare to kill them all?

Ying Mo looked at these poor people and gave Zhao Zilong a look.

Zhao Zilong nodded.

The next moment!

Swish!

Countless arrows flew towards the hundreds of people who spoke first.

Puff, puff, puff!

In an instant,

there were continuous screams.

The Confucian scholars were terrified.

They didn't expect Ying Mo to shoot arrows without saying anything, and he didn't follow the routine at all.

Among them,

the worst was Zilu.

He was hit by almost seven or eight arrows.

After falling to the ground, countless Confucian scholars stepped on his body.

Because!

The Confucian scholars were completely confused.

Ying Mo saw this and snorted coldly: "Neishiteng, what are you still hesitating about? Didn't you hear what the Confucian scholars said just now? Kill if you want to."

Neishiteng was stunned there. He didn't expect Ying Mo to actually kill the Confucian scholars.

Hearing Ying Mo's words, Neishiteng came back to his senses.

"Sir, are you really going to kill him?"

Ying Mo glared at Neishiteng.

"What are you going to do if you don't kill him? Are you going to make trouble?"

Hearing this, Neishiteng's eyes flashed with a fierce look.

Nei Shiteng hated these Confucian scholars to the core. Now that Ying Mo had given the order, he naturally agreed with both hands.

"Yes!"

The next moment!

Nei Shiteng roared: "Everyone obey my order, and kill without mercy."

As soon as the voice fell,

Nei Shiteng quickly rushed towards the Confucian scholars.

Puff puff puff!

The long sword in his hand waved, and the Confucian scholars fell one by one.

The other county soldiers were also full of anger. Now they finally had a chance to vent, how could they not try their best.

For a while,

screams resounded through the sky.

All the meritorious and powerful people in Dongcheng were so scared that they hid at home and dared not go out.

For half an hour, the streets of Dongcheng were full of blood and corpses were everywhere.

Ying Mo rode on a war horse and drove the war horse forward. Even if the war horse stepped on the corpses of Confucian scholars, he didn't care.

"Nei Shi Teng."

"I'm here."

"I'll give you two hours to clean up East City."

"Yes!"

At this moment,

Ying Mo heard a mechanical reminder in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing 15,365 Confucian scholars, strengthening the fate of the Qin Dynasty, and rewarding 15,365 summoning points."

Hearing the voice in his mind,

Ying Mo was overjoyed.

With more than 15,000 summoning points, he can summon new forces again.

Now,

What he lacks most is power.

However,

He did not show any abnormality in front of Nei Shi Teng, and rode away quickly.

......

In the meeting hall in the backyard of the Confucian Hall.

Fu Niansheng, Zhang Liang, and Yan Lu sat in front of the tea table and drank tea.

The invitation has been sent out, and we are waiting for the various schools of thought to reply.

Once more than thirty schools of thought reply, Fu Niansheng will unite them to demonstrate in front of the Xianyang Palace and ask Ying Zheng to pardon the nobles of the six countries.

If it is just Confucianism, Fu Niansheng believes that Ying Zheng may kill them, but if thirty schools of thought are involved, he does not believe that Ying Zheng dares to touch them.

Da Da Da!

Suddenly!

There are bursts of noisy footsteps outside the house.

Fu Niansheng raised his eyes.

, Yan Lu and Zhang Liang were also startled.

Soon.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The next moment, dozens of Confucian scholars came in.

"Master, the Yin-Yang School has replied and is willing to join us."

"Master, the Medical School has replied and is willing to join us."

"Master, the Military School has replied and is willing to join us."

......

Hearing this, Fu Niansheng was overjoyed.

"Good! Good! Good!"

At this moment, Fu Niansheng was full of vigor. As long as the nobles of the six countries could be saved this time, Confucianism would leave a strong mark in the history of the Qin Dynasty.

After about a quarter of an hour.

Dozens of Confucian scholars came back and said that the other schools of thought also agreed to put pressure on Ying Zheng together with Confucianism.

Fu Niansheng could no longer suppress his inner joy.

"Yan Lu, Zifang, let's go together."

"Today, the Confucians must rescue the nobles of the six countries."

"Yes!"

Just when Fu Niansheng stood up and prepared to lead the various schools of thought to the front of the Xianyang Palace with Yan Lu and Zhang Liang to demonstrate.

Several Confucian scholars walked in in a mess.

They were dishevelled and looked like defeated soldiers.

"Which sect are you from? You look so rude and ignorant of etiquette."

How could these Confucian scholars care about these.

"Master, something bad has happened. The Sixth Prince led people to kill our demonstrators. More than 15,000 people died out of more than 20,000 people."

A Confucian scholar said in panic.

As soon as the voice fell,

Fu Niansheng, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang were all stunned.

They couldn't believe their ears. Fu Niansheng stared at the Confucian scholars.

Only then did they realize that there was blood on the bodies of these Confucian scholars.

"What did you say?"

"Say it again?"

The naked eyes of the Confucian scholars frightened Fu Niansheng, and he said tremblingly: "The Sixth Prince has killed our people. More than half of the demonstrators have died."

Boom!

This sentence echoed in Fu Niansheng's mind like a bolt from the blue.

Da Da Da!

Fu Niansheng staggered and almost fell to the ground. If Yan Lu hadn't been quick to hold him up, I'm afraid he would have collapsed on the ground.

Puff!

Fu Niansheng pushed Yan Lu away and said angrily: "Ying Mo, you...you are going to fight to the death with Confucianism!"

The main reason why Confucianism can sit firmly in the top three among all schools of thought is that there are many Confucian scholars and Confucianism occupies a lot of positions in the court.

But even so, there are only more than 30,000 Confucian scholars in Xianyang City.

Result!

Ying Mo killed more than 15,000 people in one breath.

At this moment!

Fu Niansheng wanted to tear Ying Mo into pieces.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Fu Niansheng gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, don't blame me, the Confucian School, for being ruthless."

"Yan Lu."

"Students are here."

"Find out the details of the Sixth Young Master at all costs. As long as the Confucian School can destroy the wine that can be destroyed, and suppress the wine that cannot be destroyed, even if both sides suffer losses, it will not be hesitated."

After these words came out, Yan Lu was slightly startled, and said, "Master, we should take a long-term view on this matter. If we rashly become enemies with the Sixth Young Master, we are afraid that..."

Fu Niansheng was furious.

"Asshole, Ying Mo is already riding on us, and we still have to tolerate it?"

"If so, how can the Confucian School gain a foothold in the future among the Hundred Schools of Thought?"

"Examine the order quickly."

Yan Lu nodded solemnly: "Yes!"