Pompei brought the Roman Expeditionary Force in the Mainland of China, which was the elite of the Roman elite and the most combative legion in Rome.

Soon the chaotic situation calmed down, and a huge Roman legion appeared on the endless coastline.

These elite Roman soldiers have experienced a "jail disaster" that has been crowded for half a year, and their anxious emotions need to be released.

Pompei followed the trend and aimed directly at Huating County ten miles away.

The Roman Expeditionary Force embarked on the official road of the Qin Dynasty. Pompei, who was the first to take the lead, was very surprised at the Bluestone Avenue, which could be accompanied by eight soldiers. "Hey, I thought that only we in Rome would build such a road. It seems that Emperor Hongwu is not simple."

Liu Bei, who was standing aside, smiled and said: "There is such an official road for us to quickly conquer the mainland of Daqin."

The Roman generals burst into laughter and felt that what Liu Bei said made sense.

Like a mad dog in the Roman Expeditionary Army, rolling along the official road, a large number of Roman explorers rode their horses in front of them, and all the people of the Qin Dynasty encountered were killed. They soon approached the densely populated area and came to the planting area outside Huating County.

It is already early spring of 211. Thousands of people from Daqin are working in endless rice fields, taking care of rice, and preparing to welcome the first harvest of the year.

The simple people, their dark faces always have a smile of about to harvest, but there is a hint of lingering worry.

In the rice fields, most of the elderly are women, and young and middle-aged people are rarely seen.

An old man walked to the neighbor's field, took off his hat, and slapped it. He said, "Lao Wang, I heard that your little boy has come forward?"

"Brother...ah..." Lao Wang sighed.

The old man covered the rice ears under his waist and said, "Young people should go and make a try. My boss has gone there early." He looked at Lao Wang, who was obviously worried about his son, and suddenly said, "Remember back then? It was the emperor, countless soldiers who saved us. Do you still remember decades ago? My father starved to death in order to let me go."

The old man was gradually surrounded by farmers, and the memories flashed in his eyes by these old people left behind.

"It's the Emperor. Only after we protect us will we have a good life. Without the country, can we still live?"

The old man patted Lao Wang on the shoulder, "You should be proud of your son becoming a soldier and defending his country." The old man shouted loudly: "Remember, only by following the emperor can you have a good life."

Back then, life was difficult and the people were living in poverty. Although the farmers were called farmers, they did not have a mu of their own land. After the heavy labor came to a bumper harvest, they were all taken away by the gentry family. The hard-working farmers actually faced the danger of starvation in winter. It was Emperor Hongwu who brought a new atmosphere to the world. The farmers finally owned their own land, and all the people were no longer oppressed, and lived a good life of eating and wearing full clothes.

People love Emperor Hongwu and their heavenly country.

"At that time, Sun Quan scorched earth in the south of the Yangtze River, it was the emperor who turned the tide. If it weren't for the emperor, we would have died long ago. And our descendants would now be enslaved by tyrants in Yizhou and become slaves." The old man was excited, "A son and grandson are cut off, and grandson are cut off. The emperor is our great benefactor, great benefactor..."

The villagers were in agitation.

"That hateful Rome, coveted our wealth and let us be slaves. The emperor personally led the army to fight for our emperor, and all the soldiers of the whole country went to the front line. What is it for? It's just to let the people continue to live a good life! Those of us in the rear should work hard and support the front line."

"Work hard and support the front line!" the villagers shouted, and their enthusiasm soared.

A middle-aged uncle angrily scolded his son, "You little brat, I'll go to support you tomorrow!"

The young man blushed, but he whispered: "Dad, I'm not having bad legs. If not, I... I'll go long ago, what do you think?"

The father was embarrassed and hurried to comfort his son, touched his head, and sighed: "Your leg was broken back then. Fortunately, the emperor came quickly. If not, it would not be lame, it would not be aborted. Fortunately, the emperor rescued his father from the tyrant Sun Quan. If not...ah..."

After the villagers took a break, they felt full of energy, "work hard and support the front line!"

The old man said excitedly: "I will give all the food to the country after this season, and I don't want a penny!"

"That's it!" People shouted slogans and scattered their labors, made up their minds to serve this season's food, and a bumper harvest was made, and they were all handed over to the country.

"Beat the fucking Roman devils!"

Emperor Hongwu led the simple people of this era, and thought that the great leaders of later generations led the same simple people. The people, they never loved their country so much at this moment, and loved the leader who led them to live a good life.

The old man was still full of energy, waving the hoe in his hand, "Follow the emperor, we can defeat Rome and live a good life...wow!"

A sharp arrow shot through the old man's heart, but he widened his eyes and looked into the distance.

"Taigong!" Lao Wang panicked and supported the old man together.

More people gathered around.

"Hurry... hurry up... run!" The old man swallowed his last breath and died with his eyes open. The white clouds in the sky were reflected in his dull eyes. And the dull corner reflected a hideous face.

Swish~, there were a few more sharp arrows, three blood flowers, and three hardworking Chinese people fell into the rice fields, and the blood stained the fields red.

Lao Wang looked in horror and saw many strange soldiers appearing on the road beside the fields, wearing strange armor and holding strange but sharp weapons. As the earth trembled, more and more soldiers appeared.

"It's Romans, Romans!" the young man exclaimed. He had seen portraits of Romans when he was in school in the county.

"Run, go and send news, enemies, enemies!"

Lao Wang and others quickly stay away from here.

The Roman soldiers shouted and went to the paddy fields to chase them, "Oh..." Many people were not used to the muddy paddy fields and fell into the fields. When they got up, they were covered in mud and could not catch up with them.

The Roman soldiers at the edge of the field mocked him.

"Hey, why can't you see a silk tree?"

"Silk does not grow on trees, but was made by the people of Daqin!"

"So that's it. Then you must catch a few slaves who can make silk and go back!"

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and Liu Bei, Pompei and others appeared here.

Liu Bei did not go to see the dead Chinese people in the fields. After putting on the awning in his hand, he pointed to the west, "Your Excellency of the dictator, that is Huating County, where the army can spend the night."

Pompei was overjoyed and immediately sent an order, "The army marched forward quickly, seized Huating County immediately, massacred the city, and lifted the military discipline!"

"Massacre the city and lift the military discipline!" This was the order that the Roman soldiers were most willing to hear. They seemed to have been fed with chicken blood and rushed to Huating County.

Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhuge Liang stared at the lost people in the fields. The tumultuous national heart made them unable to bear to see all this.

"Brother!" Zhang Fei shouted with his eyes wide open.

Liu Bei also glared at me, "Second brother, please be optimistic about my third brother. Don't cause trouble for me. ~六~."

Huating is a small county that cannot resist the 200,000 brutal army of Rome, and it fell instantly.

At that time, Huating County fell from a quiet and peaceful paradise county in the past to a hell created by 200,000 Roman soldiers.

Under the moonlight, the shadow of the devil wanders around the city.

The cry of despair was mixed with the smug and arrogant ghost cry.

Records of the Grand Historian of the Empire: At that time, under the leadership of Liu Bei, the 200,000 Roman Expeditionary Forces landed in secret and smoothly. Huating County fell, the old man and the man were slaughtered at that time, and at dawn, the woman also died. When the Romans left Huating County, all 50,000 people died, none of them were spared. The raging fire was extinguished three days later. The Romans came to the world of prosperity in the imagination, and the Romans' atrocities had just begun...

The lonely and bleak shadows, worshiping the surging burning ground, the blazing light shines on the Confucian uniform.

The Romans are here!

The devils are here!

The news spread out, Jiangnan was in turmoil, and the Jiangnan intelligence guards immediately sent a letter. There were almost no soldiers in the Jiangnan Military Region. Bu Lu, the governor of Yangzhou, sent a letter to the imperial guards. On the one hand, Fei Ge sent a letter to the imperial guards. On the other hand, he gathered a small amount of troops and began to urgently evacuate the people in southeastern Yangzhou.

On the other hand, Luoyang, surrounded by tall and thick curtains, covered a place, and dazzling light rose into the sky.

"miracle!"

"Miracle!"

"Auspicious!"

Civil officials and military generals whispered.

When Qin Feng walked out of the curtain, his helmet was crooked, his nose was blue and swollen, and there was smoke on his armor. Dian Wei and Xu Chu were also like this.

Although he was embarrassed, Emperor Hongwu still laughed to the sky, and the ministers did not understand why.

"Transfer to the Imperial..."

Emperor Hongwu issued an edict, but he actually stopped in Luoyang City despite the war on the front line.

"Your Majesty, what happened? Why did you build a carriage?" Pang Tong couldn't help asking.

Emperor Hongwu just laughed.

Afterwards, countless large carriages were made and quickly entered the warning area. When they came out, they were moving slowly and deep ruts pressed into the ground.

Qin Feng looked at the carriages driving out and was secretly happy.

All civil and military officials are inexplicably confused.

However, extreme happiness leads to sorrow.

"Report..... The 800 miles south of the Yangtze River will be urgent!"

Qin Feng's face changed. When he took it over and looked at it, his face changed. His fingers inadvertently loosened, and newspapers flew down.

Pang Tong pushed Jia Xu away and picked it up first, his face suddenly turned green, "How is this possible!"

When Jia Xu saw it, he said, "Wow..." he covered his chest and retreated one after another.

When Guo Jia saw that his body was trembling and his face was ashes. "The Jiangnan is over!" The amazing and consistent thought passed through their minds.

On the contrary, Qin Feng pulled out the Sword of the Heaven and pointed at the sky and was furious, "Liu Xuande, you are also a descendant of the Chinese descendants of the Han Dynasty. Come, mobilize the troops and horses and immediately send troops to Jiangnan!"

"What!" The military advisor was both heartbroken, and his face was even more embarrassing than he had just now. Now, Qin Feng only has five thousand imperial guards on hand to deal with the 200,000 Roman legion like wolves and tigers, and also to be involved in powerful generals like Zhang and counselors like Zhuge Liang. Isn't this open to die?

"Your Majesty, no!" The three of them knelt down on the ground. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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