The Great Tang: World Martial God

Disputes recurred, and everyone was silent or thinking.

Tie Zhu's words were frank and straightforward, and his words were true, but there was a lot of resentment in them.

"Tie Zhu! You are so bold!"

A stern shout erupted from the silent crowd. The young man holding a paper fan turned dull and pointed to Tie Zhu and yelled at him.

"A countryman, dare to talk about the outline of the court!"

"The King Gaisuwen recruited the people, husbands and wives, for the sake of the country and the country, and the important affairs of the family and the country."

"The frontier of the Tang Dynasty has arrived, black bones, the Great King City has become a piece of scorched earth, and the border has fallen, what about a small family?"

The words came out, and there was a sigh from the people in the city.

"Li Xiucai, you are right."

"But those of us who have been living on the land for generations have no young people to cultivate, and no labor to harvest, how can we eat rice?"

"You are in a landlord's family, with hundreds of hectares of fertile land and rich family wealth. You can pay for hard work and military service with a little money. Those of us poor people can't do it."

The lead old man slowly turned his head and glanced at a young man in gorgeous clothes.

"You, you are born rich and don't get muddy hands. Naturally, we don't understand the plight of farmers like us."

"Not to mention the death and injury of labor, the time is quite long, the harvest of farming time is so few days, and the crops are rotten in the fields, the crops are rotten in the fields, and the labors are served in the day. How many people died in the village..."

As the old man spoke, turbid tears rolled down.

"Hey! Speaking of it, who doesn't want to love the country and family? But everyone doesn't want to live well..."

"Speaking of, Tie Zhu has helped many people in our village over the years, and it is his own choice to leave."

"The old man said something fair today. Don't blame him. Everyone has his own ambitions. Let him go. Whether it is Longtan Tiger Cave or a paradise is his destiny."

The villagers are not brutal and wicked people. After hearing what the old man said, many people breathed a sigh of relief, not giving pointers.

The young man with the folding fan in his hand snorted coldly, and a hint of discomfort flashed across his face.

Originally, relying on the general situation of the family, he oppressed Shang Tiezhu, but he did not expect that this time it should resonate with so many people.

With a brushing sound, he put away the paper fan, stomped angrily, picked up the folding fan and pointed towards the thatched hut.

"Nurs can't be taught."

Rumbling.

In the faint, the sound of the surging wind and clouds came out, very subtle, as if in the sky.

Someone heard the sound first and looked up at the sky.

In the clear sky, the sky was blue as washing, and there was a trace of thunder and rain in the scorching sun.

When I lowered my head and listened intently, the sound in my ears became clearer.

It seemed that in the next moment, the villagers' faces were pale, and the eyes that looked towards the entrance of the village suddenly became frightened.

"It's the cavalry! It's the conscription team! They're here again!"

A reminder sounded like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of every villager, and the terrifying memory in the memory was once again unearthed.

Dressed in armor, with a spear in his hand, he violently broke into the house, dragged out the children, and disturbed the whole village.

"Run!"

The horrified shouts blasted the crowd.

Suddenly the crowd was scattered among the birds and the beasts, and the villagers who ran a little slower heard the hooves of the village head exploding.

next moment.

A helmet leaped into his eyes, and as the cloak was flipping, the cold blade dragged diagonally, rushing towards the village.

"The school lieutenant ordered, everyone gathers in the open space! Those who dare to disobey will be dealt with by military law!"

Rageous shouts hovered over the village, and soldiers armed with blades galloped between the villages, quickly encircling the whole village like a colony of ants.

The woman in the village returned to the house, closed the door and hugged the half-year-old child, weeping, and no one knew that the growing child would be taken away on that day. The old man in the village sat sadly in the house, wiping tears, as if he remembered the scene when the child was taken away.

In the courtyard, facing the roar and noisy, the oxen rustled its hooves uncomfortably and made a moo. The bark of the dog instantly turned into a wailing in the sound of a knife, and there was no sound after a while.

At the hour of Yizhuxiang, all the villagers stood on the spacious open space. The lieutenant, who was the leader of the conscription, glanced at the stumbling crowd in front of him, and a flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Just so few people? What about young and strong people?"

The number of conscripts pressing up from above was terrible, and it was necessary to come to the area so close to Anqing for conscription, but the scene in front of them was not satisfactory.

The old man was carrying a bamboo basket of eggs and limpingly handed it up.

A smile was raised on his haggard face, and he spoke to the captain kindly.

"The army master, the village is in a tight situation, and he has a little courtesy, but I still want to accept it with a smile."

The voice and figure on the horse's back ignored Li Zheng, waved over the bamboo basket, and the whole basket of eggs suddenly fell to the ground into a pool of yellow soup.

A grumpy shout came from above his head.

"Those who are over fifty stay, and the rest are all in the army!"

Li Zheng felt a little flustered, and grabbed the knight's arm in a frantic manner.

"Master, let your anger go!"

"Leave us a few strong people, the harvest time is approaching..."

Before the words were over, the fan-holding boy walked slowly, took out a bulging purse from his cuff, and handed it up.

"The army master is more accommodating..."

Glancing sideways at the purse, the school lieutenant took it down, put it in his hand, and sneered at the scholar-like young man.

The fan-bearing teenager accompanied the smiling face, bowed his hands and thanked him again and again.

After a while.

In the eyes, the Xiaowei's smile flashed away, and then became cold. Suddenly, his neck felt cold, and a cold blade was firmly pressed against his shoulders.

The irritable shout sounded in the next moment.

"Do you think I am bargaining with you?"

"take away!"