The heavy rain started.

Very big.

The Qi army's attack was over.

Tian Wu stood in the carriage, the rain soaked his clothes, and the water droplets on his leather armor condensed into lines and merged into streams, and he was still motionless.

The heavy rain covered the battlefield ahead. He knew that the brigade of the Yishi Division was in front, waiting for the battle and the system was complete. Once the rain stopped, more than a thousand people who were as brave as death were waiting there.

A attack of seven or eight hundred people was pushed back by dozens of people's counterattacks. Even without this rain, this attack had failed.

Besides, the charity master on the opposite side gave up using muskets before the rain. If there was no rain, how could he capture it?

He always thought that fighting for something nihilistic spiritual is a characteristic that only nobles have, and nobles become nobles because of this.

But the wave of counterattack just now completely put him in chaos. If the common people also had such courage to fight, why would the nobles be more expensive?

Not only did the dozens of people complete a counter-shock, but more importantly, someone ignited the gunpowder thunder on his body and rushed within a hundred steps in front of him.

More than 60 people from the Mo family died in battle, and only two prisoners were captured.

One leg was injured, and it seemed that he was just a soldier, a small Sima Chang.

The other one is the officer of the Yi Shi opposite. Judging from the clothes on his body and the signs on his shoulders, he should be the officer of the brigade commander level on the Yi Shi side.

The officer's left hand was pierced, and there was a blood mark on his neck that was cut by a sword. But this man's life was extremely tenacious. Perhaps he was lucky and did not cut the blood vessels, but he cut the voice and could not speak anymore.

This person was covered in blood, like a ghost, and the rain poured on the person's body, causing a trace of blood to flow.

This man no longer had the strength, could not stand firmly, and had no weapons on his body, but his eyes were staring at Tian Wu.

That was a dying person, but Tian Wu dared not approach him.

It was far away, but Tian Wu praised first, "Really warrior. Surrender."

The dying man couldn't speak, but he didn't shake his head. Tian Wu thought he was going to surrender, but he didn't expect that the man stretched out his hands to his lower skirt and touched his belt.

The guards on both sides were shocked and thought that this man was going to be assassinated. Just as he was about to stop him, Tian Wu found that the man had just untied his belt.

Tian Wu said another sentence.

"Subsequent."

The man should have understood it when he heard it, but the man went to untied his belt, took off his lower skirt, revealing a black ball.

Then the man who couldn't speak reached out and pointed at Tian Wu, then pointed at himself, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his bloody mouth.

The warrior beside Tian Wu was shocked. How could the young master have suffered such an insult? So he drew his sword and stabbed the person who could not speak to death.

However, just now, the man who was captured on his legs on the other side, who had lost his strength, asked loudly: "Are you Tian Wu?"

The close servants beside him were about to kill him, but Tian Wu waved his hand. He was curious about what supported these people to be fearless.

He hopes that there will be a group of such people in his hands. Without more than one, there will be three thousand and a great achievement.

The man had no sign of being captured at all, and his tone and expression seemed to be examining Tian Wu.

He raised his head and never lowered his head. Even if he was injured and could not stand up, he still looked slanted.

After Tian Wu nodded, the Mohzhe said, "Then you are dead. Even if the Emperor Zhou asks for it, you are dead. This is our Mo family's order to punish the unrighteous order! Those who harm the world will die. Our Mo family keeps the most promise, saying that they want to kill you, and the Emperor Zhou can't protect you."

This is not a threat. The last words of the Mohzhe were like his usual words, just saying a fact.

Tian Wu was stunned, recalling the scenes that shocked him just now, the despair in his heart became deeper and deeper.

He thought that the victory of the Mohist charity master was only based on the sharp firearms.

But even without firearms, the brigade's army could gather dozens of fearless warriors at will, which far exceeded his understanding of the world.

How can such an army be defeated?

How can a group of people who have said something, and who they want to punish, avoid it?

Even if you are a marquis, can you really avoid the fate of being executed?

The brigade in front of me remained motionless before the thunder fell, before the rain came, without any confusion, the flags were everywhere, silent. Can the people in their hands really break through such defense after the rain?

Tian Wu thought for a while and suddenly asked, "Why are you fighting? A group of partial teachers, with few people and weak strength, why do you have to die? Hiding in the deep mountains can still survive."

The captured Mo just replied coldly: "Every man also has the ambition to be robbed. The Mo family promised to kill you and you would die because you harm the world. If you are not punished, the matter of massacre of the city will not be banned. We fight to benefit the world."

As the thunder fell, Tian Wu laughed and asked, "The massacre of the city is death. Is it not death for you to be a mantis armed with a chariot? All are dead, so what's the difference? You die for others, who dies for you? Why bother?"

The Mozhe snorted and said calmly: "A person's death is either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. This is the words Mozi praised Shi in the city of Shangqiu that were recorded in the past. I die for the benefit of the world and for myself. For my descendants, I will no longer die in those actions that harm the world, and will no longer die in the hands of people like you."

"As for why? Hum, hehe... the morning mushrooms do not know the new moon, and the cicadas do not know the spring and autumn. You summer insects, how can you talk about ice? Please die quickly! I just regret that I cannot break free from this ban and cannot be used as a political affairs."

When Tian Wu heard this, he was already shocked, not because of the truth, but because he had known that most of the people in the Mo family were farmers, industrial and commercial, but his words were as noble as nobles.

But he still had a reason that he didn't know, so he asked, "What do I have to do with you when I slaughter Wucheng? Why do you hate me?"

The ink sneered and said, "Jiu Shang made a spell and made a fuss, and it was a pity for the people. What did it have to do with civil and military affairs? Jie of Xia made a Qiong room and established a Yumen, and what did it have to do with Shang Tang?"

"Every man is responsible for the interests of the world. I am the body of the world and belong to the common people of the world. Benefiting the world is to benefit myself."

"There are Yao, Shun, Yu Tang in front of eight hundred years. It has been too long. Soups and beans cannot wait for a year without rain, and people cannot wait for a hundred years without Yu. Since they cannot wait for a saint, they can only rely on ourselves. Everyone has the ambition of Yao, Shun, and Yu Yu's journey, why is the disadvantage of the world?"

With just this sentence, Tian Wu knew that he could not continue to talk to him.

This is obviously a matter of earth-shaking. Not to mention a small commoner, even a prince or a prince, who dares to use civil and military traditions as a metaphor for himself?

Indeed, Xia Jie made Qiongshi and established Yumen, which had nothing to do with Shang Tang and could not affect Shang Tang, but Shang Tang still did it, at least the slogan was for the whole world.

Indeed, King Zhou of Shang made artillery and was hard on Li Min, and had nothing to do with civil and military affairs, and could not affect King Wu, but King Wu still defeated King Zhou, at least the slogan was for the world.

But that's the Holy King.

How can common people have the same ideas and thinking as the Holy King?

If everyone is like this, wouldn’t the world be overturned?

This sentence made Tian Wu feel a little panicked. He dared not let someone listen anymore, because the captured Monkey, who was injured in his leg, was loudly preaching the simple truths that would be turned upside down when he heard it.

Tian Wu, who had always maintained a noble attitude, finally put down the noble's elegance and shouted: "Execute him!"

The Mozhe was dragged away and he didn't even dare to let him say another word.

Seeing that the Mozhe was executed, the rain was getting heavy at that time. Tian Wu suddenly felt a chill coming out of his heart, and he couldn't help but shivering all over.

The confidant around him put on a cloak and a leather straw raincoat, but the cold was not caused by the rain outside, but a cold that penetrated from the heart, a cold called despair.

He thought he knew a lot about the Mohist school, but in the end he found that he didn't understand it.

He thought the Mo family was just a group of madmen who were like Mo Di, but he didn't expect that a small soldier in the Mo family had the ambition of Tang and Wu.

He thought the Mo family was just a group of ignorant subordinates who were incited, but he didn't expect that a young man in the Mo family thought that he was speechless.

He thought that as long as he succeeded in becoming a marquis, the Mo family would not dare to touch him. At that time, he would be worried about the story of Duke Cheng of the Tu League and asked someone to die.

But now, he found that this group of Mozhe wanted to subvert the world, and everyone compared themselves to Tangwu. If everyone dared to compare themselves to Tangwu, what is the current emperor of Zhou? What is the current rules and etiquette?

Those who they compared themselves were people who made etiquette systems, not people who kept etiquette and rule. Just as the Mohist said: The Mohist will promise and say that he will kill you, and you will die.

In the cold rain, Tian Wu looked at the fog in the distance, and the coldness and despair in his heart were endless.

Even if the coup was successful, would these Mo people really let him go? Will they really not capture Linzi and capture him and then judge him in public? Even if the princes come forward, the countries mediate, and the emperor passes orders, will these people listen?

Everything he planned was perfect and was in control, but all of this was under the premise that the Mohist school did not dare to judge the princes.

If this premise is wrong, what is the use of everything I have done, I have cheated the Linzi Army, killed Tian Qing, and escaped to Yishui?

Thinking back to the words of the loyal dead soldier when he was about to leave, the loyal adviser said that he would die in Beixiang and destroy his face, so that the Mo family would think that Gongziwu died in the army.

The adviser even said that if things fail, he would go to Laishan to travel north to North Korea, where he would hide his name and then look for the future, and follow the story of Tian’s generation on behalf of Qi.

Although he dared to move at that time, he felt a little disdainful and was too careful. There were princes in the world who were killed by nobles, princes who died in the battle formation, but no princes who were judged by the son of the shoemaker. The world never dared to do such a thing.

At that time, he thought that as long as he had survived Yishui or even as long as the Battle of Yingyi broke out, he could reveal his identity. So he appeared before Yishui and called on the nobles and these private soldiers to prepare for the coup in return.

Even when the Mohist charity master of more than a thousand people was blocking him, he still thought to the clouds floating in the sky that the destiny was in his own way.

But now, it seems that the Mohist school is right.

Without destiny, it is just a common cloud and rain in summer.

Strength can change fate.

What if tens of thousands of righteous masters who are fearless and unrestrained, even if they really have destiny? They have no gunpowder or firearms, but they still have the courage. Can Linzi City resist these people?

His life is so vulnerable to the force.

Tian Wu recalled the battle that had just happened, those who had detonated the iron thunder before his death, those who had layers of corpses piled up around him before his death, those who knew they would die but rushed within a hundred steps in front of him, and those who laughed at him before his death, those who laughed at him for being speechless in the summer insects...

All of this made Tian Wu's heart full of panic and fear.

If the Mo family dared not judge a prince, then as long as the coup in the Yishui River of Yue Kingdom succeeded, all his plans would be correct.

But if the Mohist family dared to make up the earth and compare themselves with Yao and Shun, everyone would be willing to benefit the world. Even if they broke through Yishui and returned to Linzi, they would be judged, insulted, and executed in the end in front of the people of the world?

Will the Mo family care about the dignity of the nobles? Will they care about the aristocratic rules that can be killed and not humiliated by the nobles? At that time, not only will they die, but they will be criticized and criticized in front of the people of the world, and counting crimes, just like King Wu of the Lutai listed his crimes against the body of Shang Zhou.

It’s okay to die, but is it acceptable to suffer such humiliation while alive?

The confidants around him didn't know what Tian Wu was thinking, and thought that Tian Wu was worried about the war, so he said, "Young Master, the Mozhe people have been deeply bewitched, and they are really brave and fearless. None of these dozens of people survived. The half-brigade soldiers were brave enough to retreat by these dozens of people... This battle still needs to be considered."
To be continued...