The houses in Anlefang were filled with sorrow. The small team of more than 40 people hid in the city for more than a month, but with caution, there were very few casualties. However, a riot the day before yesterday, more than a dozen people died.

Liu Yu squatted in the corner of the wall with his head in his arms, his expression dazed, his eyes were covered with blood. Someone came forward with a bowl of rice and pushed his shoulder and said in a sarcastic voice: "Sanlang, you haven't been in water for two days. Take a bite. Don't let your brother down for the grain you exchanged for your life!"

"I can't eat it, I can't eat it... This rice is like biting my brother's flesh and blood in my mouth!"

Liu Yu covered his face and cried again, his tone was hoarse: "I escaped from famine in the countryside, but my brothers lived... My parents entrusted me to death, but I killed my brother! Why did you come to Xijing at the beginning..."

Men don’t cry easily, but they are not sad. Back then, the family lived in the village, and they were happy. When natural disasters came, the villagers fled the famine, and their parents stuffed their rations to their brothers, and they would rather starve to death.

Thinking of the old things, Liu Yu was even more guilty. If he hadn't been idle for more than a month ago and insisted on taking his younger brother to Chang'an to see the world, his younger brother would not have died in Chang'an City.

The companions persuaded him, but Liu Yu just refused to eat. The villagers knew that he had a deep brotherhood and felt helpless for a while.

At this moment, the companions who were exploring the sound of the wind hurried back, holding a sharp arrow in their hands and shouting: "The Anhua Sect's powerful disciples are gone, but, a large number of cavalrymen rushed out of the city. They, they shot many arrows into the city, and I picked up one and came back..."

After hearing this, the villagers came up one after another and found that the arrow was tied with cloth pieces, and the cloth pieces were full of handwriting. But these people were not very literate, and soon passed the edge of the cloth to Liu Yu, asking anxiously: "Sanlang, what is written on this cloth?"

Liu Yu's family was well-off in the past year and also recognized some words. Although he was still sad, he did not dare to ignore the vitality of the villagers. After taking the cloth strip, his expression became quite complicated. He said in the anxious eyes of the villagers: "The army of the imperial court has arrived outside Chang'an City and ordered the people in the city to leave the city and surrender in three days. After three days, there will be those who stay in the city and cannot leave the city. They will all be beheaded!"

"The army has arrived..."

After hearing this, the villagers were also shocked for a moment. Although they had known that such a day would be there, when this day really came, they were still extremely frightened.

"Will the court order us to leave the city, kill us all?"

One of them said in a gray voice, which was undoubtedly the greatest fear in their hearts.

Another man jumped up as if he was scalded, and waved his hands to deny it: "This is absolutely not possible, how could it be! There are so many people in the city, tens of thousands of people, how can they be killed? Isn't the marshal of the army afraid of being punished by God? Even if he wants to kill, he should kill the evil officials who have deceived us to Xijing, and kill those fierce disciples who have killed human lives! We have not killed our lives, and the court will not kill them, Sanlang, do you think so?"

Although the man tried his best to deny his companion's speculation, his words were full of uncertainty. He just looked at Liu Yu, hoping that he would agree with his opinion.

After hearing this, Liu Yu sighed, held the cloth strip in his hand and read it word by word again, savored it carefully, and then said: "The court should not kill, and the letter also said that the generals knew that our villagers were suffering, so they built camps outside the city to accommodate us, and also had grains for us to live. This was a blatant promise, and they should not rebel."

After hearing Liu Yuyitong's analysis, most people were a little relieved, but some people still said pessimisticly: "Even if the order is open, they may not necessarily not rebel! Have you forgotten how the riot in Xijing started? Now we are cheated out of the city yard and locked up in the military camp and surrounded by the army. What will those official troops do at that time, and how can we deal with it?"

Hearing this, everyone fell into silence again, full of confusion about uncertainty about life and death.

At this time, such scenes were also staged everywhere in Chang'an City, and they were half-believing and half-doubting about the military orders that the Dingran Army shot into the city.

Xijing has been an imperial house for a long time, and the rules of the king were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It was impossible for such a large-scale unrest to break out. There were many reasons for this chaos. As the unrest broke out, the people's trust in the imperial decrees collapsed rapidly, and it was difficult to re-establish them.

Compared with the common people's half-believances and half-doubts about the content of this book, the nobles in Xijing had a more unified attitude after seeing the content of the book, which was that they were very dissatisfied.

"The prince of King Yong is truly worthy of being more famous than real, and is useless! These thieves in Chang'an City have all experienced bloody jackals and are rampant and simple, so how can they be regarded as good people? However, King Yong believes in the evil saying that he does not blame the public. He actually thinks that just by relying on some short-term benefits can make them obey and return to the government. It's ridiculous!"

Someone couldn't help but curse: "It's fine if this kid doesn't know the soldiers. It's rare that the families in our city gathered together to kill some bandits, which made these thieves calm down. It's time to take this opportunity to enter the city and kill the thieves and people, so that they know fear and fear, and never dare to have the idea of ​​being upset and chaos again!"

Someone sighed, "Although the Tang family started their business with their might, it has been passed down to this day and has long since disappeared. Otherwise, how could the demon queen usurp the magic weapon? King Yong was just a lucky disciple raised in Awu's harem. How could there be a difference between seriousness and right and wrong? The court sent a confusion to him, which shows that although the martial arts were eliminated, the demon atmosphere was still strong, and he actually entrusted the safety of the imperial court's ancestral property to such a clan family!"

"The most hateful thing is that this son has not made a contribution and has become greedy! He has tens of thousands of soldiers and dares not raise a knife to chaotic people. Instead, he is greedy for the hard work of various families to accumulate savings! He has the reality of greed and violence, but he wants to manage his soldiers without bloodshed. He is really different from the outside and the inside, cunning and cunning, and is worthy of being the blood of Awu!"

Everyone vented their dissatisfaction in a lingering manner, accusing King Yong of this chaotic order and inappropriate. But after a while, someone said, "King King Yong is already in Bashang, so should he go out of the city to greet him according to the previous plan?"

After hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became silent. After a while, someone said, "I still have to go. After all, the situation is not with me at the moment. No matter how bad King Yong is, he will eventually lead the emperor's order and lead the army to this point. The riot in Xijing has shocked the government and the people. Now the country people should serve him respectfully and not let this son take the opportunity to provoke and make his majesty."

"Also, we should take the opportunity to clean up Zhouquan when looting the official treasury. The rioters who were chopped and arrested on Zhuque Street must also be sent to the army for King Yong to interrogate."

Another old man spoke, and stood up at the same time, looking at everyone present and said in a deep voice: "This matter may be light or serious in the future, you should have your own measures. There is no need to say more about gossip, but if any one leaks the secret, I will kill them together with the affairs!"

After hearing this, everyone present hurriedly stood up and said that they would never reveal the secret. They did keep this matter thoroughly and confidential, and even the members of their respective tribes knew much.

Originally, they felt that King Yong was young and energetic and eager to achieve success. Once the army entered Chang'an City, they would definitely have to kill him first. In this way, even if there were any traces left, and through some chaos, the physical evidence would be gone, and the person who was involved could be included in the death without evidence.

But now, King Yong mainly relied on relief and remission, which undoubtedly preserved many traces of people and affairs during the chaos in Xijing and increased their possibility of exposure.

"Actually, there is no need to worry. The city has been in chaos until now, and there is no clue. King Yong has come. If he wants to make the order of chaos as soon as possible, he must rely on the power of our fellow villagers. All the matters are in my hands. How much can King Yong know? What's more, Dou Xuanfu has not known his life and death until now. He is the official envoy of the court, and whether it is death or life, it has a major impact. Before this matter is concluded, King Yong is afraid that he will not have the rest."

When people heard about Dou Huairang, some people couldn't help but wonder: "Yes, who was the Eighth Duke of the Dou family? Since the chaos, the families in the city have also been asking carefully, but Dou Bagong seemed to have disappeared and had nowhere to go."

"Where is Dou Huairang? It is not about who is going to do it. What is important is who has the ability to harm him. The chaos in the city is just a bunch of wool, and it is not a perfect match, but it is also not without exception. It is the old wool club that entrenches in the southwest Fangju. There are many disciples in this village, who promote false righteousness and deceive the villagers into disobeying the order of the village. It is really troubled and all families are trapped."

Someone nodded and said, "The Old Clothing Club is indeed a major suspicion, maybe it was them. Otherwise, how could thousands of brave soldiers suddenly rush out and disappear without a trace? There must be strong disciples covering them!"

"No matter whether it is the village club or not, if Dou Huai asks him to live out, then he will make another plan. If he doesn't come out for a long time, then it can only be done by this old clothes club!"

An old man said firmly, clearly trying to put this matter on the old wardrobe club. He continued: "This is what we are talking about today. We are going to leave the city tomorrow morning to welcome the King Yong. Another thing to remember is to restrain the children of each family. They do not know the depth of the worldly affairs and are easily bewitched by the nobles of the King Yong. Don't let them have too deep contact with King Yong!"

After hearing this, everyone nodded one after another. The fact that King Yong created such a large formation in Xijing last year was still fresh in their memory. There were many people who admired King Yong in their own tribes.

They did not reject their children from being You Yongwang, but it was not a good time now. They should first deal with the current situation in Chang'an City, and after the order was restored, they should carefully consider how to get along with Yongwang.

Of course, they may not be sure of what attitude they should face King Yong, but King Yong's idea was very correct.

After the garrison of Bashang ordered the order to shoot the city, Li Tong summoned the generals and ordered them to lead troops around the city patrols, and ordered those who left the city without authorization three days before, to retreat with drums and yells first, and those who did not retreat immediately!

"All those who leave the city are like this? But, knowing that Your Highness is here, the Lords and other families in the city may leave the city to greet you. Should we leave the city and worship each other?"

After hearing this, a general asked for instructions.

"I don't see it. Now there is a mess in the city. It's an official or a thief, or a right or an evil person. It's hard to tell the name of it. Those who follow my orders are obedient, and those who violate my orders are against me!"
Chapter completed!