Han’s Son is Not a Slave

The appearance of Zhou Shixiang made the sky above the venue suddenly silent, and the occasional cry of a baby was covered in time by the terrified mother. 【Top【Point】【小】say,

In the crowd, there are adoring eyes, fearful eyes, dazed eyes, and hatred eyes.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhou Shixiang stepped up to the high platform, looked around, and couldn't help but paused in the direction of the ruined home. At that meal, there was an indescribable sadness in his heart, an indescribable sadness.

The sadness is gone, and then I turn my head, only resolute is left in my eyes.

"I'm calling everyone here today. I don't want to say that everyone should know the purpose."

Without any official accent, and without any nonsense, Zhou Shixiang went straight to the subject and said loudly: "There have been rumors in the city recently that I, Zhou Shixiang, dislike the old and weak women and children in the rear camp are burdens, and I want to break out with those who can still move, and leave the burdens behind. In the city, let the Qing Yao slaughter!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the venue, and the timid people in front even burst into tears. When they cried, others who didn't understand the situation followed suit. Even the sergeants of the five battalions were also indignant. Weeping, the situation is about to get worse, making Song Xianggong's heart tremble with anxiety.

In fact, there are thousands of soldiers and civilians at the venue. There are no loudspeakers in this era. No matter how loud Zhou Shixiang’s voice is, he can only hear clearly the people in front, and most of the people in the back cannot hear it. Those who didn't hear clearly were watching the movement in front of them. When the people in front cried, they also cried, and the people in front shouted, and they also followed, but they didn't even know what the Lord Qianhu on the stage said.

The scene is showing signs of getting out of control. The old and weak, women and children are okay, and there is nothing to make a fuss about, but once the soldiers of the five battalions start to make trouble, it will be a disaster.

Song Xianggong, who was so anxious, didn't know why Zhou Shixiang was talking like this, and he deliberately stopped there and let the crowd get out of control. At this time, he could only think about quickly putting out the fire and suppressing the tumultuous crowd. Otherwise, this military-civilian meeting would be the funeral of everyone in Xinhui City.

Song Xianggong was about to order the officers of each battalion to push down the soldiers under his command, but saw Zhou Shixiang raise his hand to stop him. After a moment, he realized that although some soldiers in the five battalions were infected by the crying of the old and weak women and children in the rear battalion, most of them in each battalion were in a commotion and shouting. The soldiers still stood there quietly, and there was no scene of rioting.

Slightly startled, and looking at the expressions of the hundreds of households in each camp, the hundreds of trial households, and the general banner, Song Xianggong understood that it seemed that Zhou Shixiang had already explained to the officers before, and he was mentally prepared for what would happen. There are also disposal plans, otherwise it would not be so quiet. The riots of a few soldiers were obviously expected, and were quickly controlled by their respective flags, failing to form a larger riot.

Compared with Zhou Shixiang's arrangement in the five camps, Duke Xiang of Song secretly felt ashamed, the rear camp is really messed up now.

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Zhou Shixiang let the old and weak women and children in the venue make a mess, and he just stood there watching him (her) under the stage.

At some point, Xu Shi found that there was no sound from the soldiers, and the clamoring of the campers and the Xinhui people who had not yet entered the camp stopped abruptly. Everyone's eyes cast doubts on the high platform again, and fell on Zhou Shixiang, who was standing still.

"Afraid?"

Looking at the pale old people, women and children, Zhou Shixiang smiled sadly, "I know you are afraid. Women and children are afraid of being abandoned, afraid of being killed by Qing Yao, and men are afraid that they will not be able to protect their mother-in-law and their father and mother. They are afraid of me. Zhou Shixiang really abandoned everyone! Is this possible!"

His voice rose sharply, almost hoarse, "Some people in the army know it. Some people don't. Here, let me tell everyone calmly that I, Zhou Shixiang, used to be a powerless scholar, and my home is here. Xinhui City, there!"

After speaking, Zhou Shixiang's right hand suddenly pointed in the direction of the ruined house, with a weird smile on his face that would make people feel terrified, his voice was obviously trembling, he turned around again, this time he pointed at Dongcheng outside.

"Outside the city, there are graves that I built for my parents, my wife, and my son. There is nothing in that grave, nothing, nothing!"

Even saying three "nothing", Zhou Shixiang made no secret of his inner pain, and the sadness was unforgettable on his face.

He suddenly knelt on the stage with a "thump", slapped a song toward the empty east, and then stood up amid the surprise and horror of countless people, and continued to tell his story. This time, his voice was no longer trembling, and his expression was no longer so strange, instead calm.

"Perhaps, the new members present have heard more or less about me, Zhou Xiucai. Yes, on the day of the Cold Food Festival, I knelt in front of Yu Yunlong, the general of the Qing Yaoshen. I was worshiping him at that time! Why did I worship him?"

As if he was telling someone else's story, Zhou Shixiang's tone didn't have any emotional fluctuations, he only spoke in the most normal tone.

"Because my parents, my wife and children are in the belly of Qing Yao, I don't know which Qing Yao killed my family, I have to worship their generals, only in this way will I feel at ease. The Cold Food Festival is a big sacrifice for our Han people. On that day, every family will go to the grave, burn some paper money for the deceased relatives, and put the mourning of the living. General, then, I slashed the Qing general's neck with the kitchen knife hidden in my sleeve, and watched his head roll from his neck to the ground!"

When the crowd under the stage heard this, they finally couldn't help screaming~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Many people made a sound of surprise, but most of them were silent.

Zhou Shixiang was also silent. He was trying to calm down his emotions. In his line of sight, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the medical camp. That figure had been watching him quietly, as if there were tears in his eyes.

Wan'er girl?

Since the death of his father, mother, wife and children, Zhou Shixiang has never been soft-hearted, but for some reason, when he saw Lin Wan'er, his heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle, which was very uncomfortable.

Sighing secretly, Zhou Shixiang looked around slowly, still saying in a calm tone, "I hate, I hate myself for being weak, I hate myself for not being able to protect my relatives, I hate myself for not being a man, I hate myself for being a man of the day. timid!"

Speaking of this, his tone changed and became excited, and he no longer used words, but roared:

"But today, I will never back down. When the sky falls, I will not abandon any of you. I will never allow the tragedy that happened to me to happen to you again! I swear to you, as long as I Zhou Shixiang live one day. I will never abandon you! You are the foundation of my Taiping Army and the future of my Taiping Army!" (To be continued.)