After the demonstration, Mo Qian threw Ou Chen's head out.

A soldier from the execution ground caught him, looked at the head of the evil coach carefully, and then handed it to his companion. After reading it, he handed it to his companion around him, passing it layer by layer, allowing everyone to see this hideous head.

It is unknown who took the lead. When the first high cry came, a huge shout sounded on the execution ground, "The empire will last forever, the empire will last forever."

Mo Qian turned around and searched Ou Chen's headless body, and finally found the dirty Marshal's Seal.

It can be seen that Ou Chen's attitude towards this handsome seal is very frivolous. He is probably often used as a stone to play with it, and it is smashed everywhere and is in a bumpy and dilapidated manner.

There is also an obvious crack on the handsome seal, which is obviously repaired, and the origin of this crack is from 34 years ago.

Mo Qian looked at the crack, as if he was staring at an old friend. He firmly held the seal of the Grand Marshal in his hand, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and finally took away the Grand Marshal's robe from Ou Chen and draped it on himself.

However, before Mo Qian could say anything, the senior generals of the empire around him surrounded him.

The leader was an elderly veteran general. He mumbled his lips for a while, and suddenly he knelt on the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, the other senior generals knelt down one after another.

Mo Qian asked in confusion, "You guys are this"

The veteran general kowtowed to Mo Qian, then looked at him, shouting righteously, "Thank you, Heroes, you have achieved success and fame, and are now in history. I beg the hero to return the power to us, clarify the Yuyu, to restore the orthodox empire and return the world to peace."

The other senior generals kowtowed and shouted, "Please return the power to us, clarify the jade, to restore the orthodox empire and return the world to peace."

The empire was really quarreled for too long, with collapse and invasion, two Patriotic Wars, five Northern Expeditions, and the Third Patriotic War, 50 years of wars and internal and external troubles. This territory and the regime were torn to pieces. The remains were tear away and had no dignity.

Now, these senior generals who have survived to this day are all from Chang'an, and are all direct descendants of the first leaders. They are all people who have held great power along the way. That's right, they are the orthodox empire, symbolizing the last dignity of the Red Blood Empire.

At this time, reporters from all over the world also came over, looked at Mo Qian with a camera, and took a clear picture of every expression and even a tremor of his eyelids, as if they were giving invisible pressure.

Foreigners protect the country, and they can be called heroes.

Only by returning power is the orthodox

Mo Qian looked at these senior generals who were once high and now kneeling in front of him. Under the camera and under the gaze of everyone, he passed the shocking four words to the whole world, "I won't repay the right."

The old general was shocked and looked at Mo Qian tremblingly.

"In your hands, from Chang'an to Chang'an in the west and to the capital in the north, half of the land fell, and the iron cavalry was crowded to the fortunate crisis, the enemy was hideous, the people were displaced, the people were disobedient, the world was in a state of war, the dead were tragic, the dead were heartless, and the living were not protected."

"Although I came from a poor family, I was as humble as earth, and I could see the wounds and tears of the people, and I felt guilty. Therefore, I have been studying for half my life, enduring humiliation and burdens, and want to one day serve the country loyally, save the people from water and fire, and restore the majesty of the empire."

"Now, the evil general is dead, and the general seal is held by me. This is the destiny given by heaven. "Mo Qian held high the Grand Marshal's Seal, with a raging fire in his pupils, and the sound is like a loud bell. "If you have wolf ambitions and say you are refusing to power, you will be executed on the spot as a traitor."

Mo Qian's words are deeply influenced by the true teachings of the old beggar. They are cruel and vicious. First, they scold you at the top and derogate you to nothing. Then they describe their ideals and set off their greatness. Finally, they say that the destiny is in me, and they will be finalized.

The senior generals were numb because of the scolding, but they dared not say a word, because the imperial soldiers outside the execution ground had surrounded them and looked at them one by one.

It is obvious that the grassroots soldiers have had enough cowardice and have long lost trust in these senior generals. They don’t know if Mo Qian is a destiny, but he killed the evil coach and saved everyone from the tyranny.

Mo Qian may have been born in a humble, nameless, and unsuccessful manner, but he won the morale of the army.

With the last hope, the veteran general trembled and said, "This move of a hero is a way of usurping the rebellion, and he may be despised by literati and leave his eternal infamy."

"The right and wrong will be judged by future generations"

Outside Linjiang City, the army led by Ye Zixiao and others had been lurking secretly for three hours. They were originally here to save Mo Qian and planned to fight to the death, but they didn't hear the signal flares from the informant inside for most of the day.

Later, Ye Zixiao couldn't wait any longer and sent a few scouts in. As a result, the informant was drunk in the bar and danced with a bunch of people.

At the same time, there was also news that the whole city celebrated the crime of the evil general.

Ye Zixiao quickly brought people into the city and saw Mo Qian wearing a marshal's uniform on the high platform of the execution ground.

Along the way, Ye Zixiao had already inquired about the information and the whole story was clear, but when he actually saw Mo Qian, he still froze unconsciously.

When Mo Qian saw Ye Zixiao coming, he deliberately coughed heavily, intentionally or unintentionally patted the robe of the marshal on his body, and kept showing off the seal of the marshal and Ye Zixiao in his arms.

Ye Zixiao stood in front of Mo Qian, stunned for ten seconds, muttering, "Okay, the stupid threesomes are more promising than the other."

Mo Qian deliberately put a stern face and said in a reproachful tone, "Major General, why do you talk to the Grand Marshal, pay attention to your identity and attitude."

Ye Zixiao immediately laughed and scolded, "You are pretending to be stupid here."

The two looked at each other for a moment, smiled happily at the same time, and hugged each other.

Mo Qian hugged Ye Zixiao, patted his back, and said "Good brother" hard

Ye Zixiao nodded, her face full of relief, "A good brother for life"

After hugging his brother, Mo Qian returned to his serious expression and said seriously, "Okay, time waits for no one, you can't celebrate anymore, don't forget that there are enemies."

Ye Zixiao saluted Mo Qian and said in a deep voice, "Now, you are the Grand Marshal. I will listen to you in everything, let's just say it, what do we do?"

Mo Qian took over the current strategic map of the empire from Dong Xiaotu. He looked at it for a while and frowned and said, "It's difficult that the northern border of the Western Regions is lost, and there is only a corner of the south of the Yangtze River."

Ye Zixiao said unwillingly, "The Confucian generals ruined the country at the beginning. If Liu Fusu ordered resistance, the northern border would not be lost so easily, and it would be better for the whole nation to fight guerrilla."

"No, you are wrong. Liu Fusu's evacuation is very correct in one fell swoop. Guerrilla can only be used for conventional wars. For example, the national destruction war is useless if people and land are left. Liu Fusu ordered the evacuation, retaining a large number of people and the country. These populations are the source of troops in the future. He did nothing wrong." Mo Qian took the strategic map into Ye Zi and Xiao's arms and said deeply, "Liu Fusu's mistake is that he distrusts our old comrades and treats him as an abandoned son."

When Luo You mentioned, Ye Zixiao's expression obviously dimmed. He sighed and asked, "Then what you mean"

"The empire is now at the end of its journey. It is difficult to block the church's iron hooves." Mo Qian looked at Ye Zixiao, with a mysterious color hidden in his eyes, "Without foreign aid, we will definitely die."

"Foreign aid, but the Trial Council is not already." Ye Zixiao was stunned when he was halfway through, and he covered his mouth in shock, and even began to look around. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Don't you hate the Federation the most?"

"Ha, who doesn't have a young and frivolous time?" Mo Qian smiled and shook his head, then looked at Ye Zixiao firmly and said, "The country is in trouble, and the lives of hundreds of millions of compatriots are hanging on the line. I cannot put my personal likes and dislikes first. Zixiao, you go and find a correspondent soldier. I want to personally draft Duke Wen, saying that it is the last hope of asking for help from the federal government based on the pros and cons."

Ye Zixiao narrowed his eyes and said, "If the Federation does not help us, don't forget, our two countries have enemies."

Mo Qian was silent for a long time and said silently, "Then we will have the only way to death in gloriously." If you like the Age of Banglade, please collect the Age of Banglade, the popular novel of the Age of Banglade has the fastest update speed. I want to talk about "Age of Banglade" with more like-minded people, "          " Read novels, talk about life, and find friends~
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