Hu Zhen, who was sitting on the horseback on the other side of the Wei River, was also paying close attention to Huangfu Song's movements. Although Jia Xu was full of confidence when he said it, Hu Zhen didn't know whether Huangfu Song would follow what Jia Xu said.
Generally speaking, now that I see Huangfu Song's soldiers slowing down, I can't help but feel reassured.
Jia Xu's original plan was not to use these ordinary people to stop Yang Biao and Huangfu Song. These ordinary people were just to buy some time to collect more officials in Chang'an City.
What does it mean to harm others of their own kind?
Would an ordinary person feel sad and grief-stricken because a group of ants died, or a few colonies of bees died, or even worse, a few sheds of cattle and sheep were slaughtered?
Most likely not.
Maybe you will even open your mouth happily, ready to eat a serious meal of ants climbing a tree, cattle and sheep feasting on a luxurious feast, and you will be happy and excited...
Why?
It's like things harm their own kind.
Just like ordinary people did not regard livestock such as cattle and sheep as their own kind, Yang Biao and Huangfu Song also did not regard these common people at the bottom of the Han Dynasty as their own kind.
These common people, these Guizhou leaders, these commoners, these people are just a group of ants, just a group of worker bees, just a group of moths who don’t know how high the sky is, how thick the sky is, and summer insects that the people can move around but cannot understand.
Just like in later generations, although every company is clamoring that "customers are God" and "consumers are the parents of food and clothing", they know that their bosses are gathering the marketing department and the planning department. What are they talking about during the meeting? What are they holding in their hands?
What does the report say?
Exactly the same truth.
There are tens of thousands of these stupid people in the Han Dynasty. What does it matter if they die in hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands?
But the gentry are different...
The nobles are the human beings!
These sons of the gentry are the real people of Yang Biao and Huangfu Song in terms of ideology!
These noblemen who were tied up and pushed to the front of the formation were the same kind in the eyes of Yang Biao and Huangfu Song!
As for Hu Zhen, he didn't think too much, he just followed Jia Xu's plan and arrangements. When he saw Huangfu Song's reaction, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The military affairs itself relied on this bloody courage. Now Huangfu Song's soldiers, most of their initial vigor has been consumed by the people of Chang'an, and now they have been stopped abruptly, both mentally and physically.
Physically, fatigue will surge up quickly. The longer the time goes on, the less chance there will be to continue fighting.
Yang Biao also caught up and when he saw the situation on the other side of the bridge, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he shouted loudly: "Hu Zhen! You actually did such a despicable thing and dared to kill the sons and heirs of dignitaries and ministers of the imperial court. Your crime is extremely heinous."
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Before Yang Biao finished speaking, Hu Zhen looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, pointed back and said: "Mr. Yang! Don't do this! If you want to frame someone for trouble, you have to look clearly! Look at the top of the city!"
Yang Biao suddenly turned his head and saw that far away on the top of Chang'an City, many people appeared in the firelight, and they could still be vaguely identified as the Shandong nobles whose descendants were bound.
, a high official in the DPRK.
"This... this..." Seeing this situation, Yang Biao was speechless.
If we just rely on Yang Biao's idea and rely on Xiliang soldiers to tell these things, even if there are civilians and soldiers, who among the rebels can tell them completely clearly, and after paying some interests and compromises, it will be more or less OK.
They were fooled in the past, but now they have to take action directly in front of these officials from the DPRK and the Central Government in full public view. These are two completely different things.
Huangfu Song didn't want to take this responsibility. Did he, Yang Biao, dare to go against so many Shandong nobles?
Should I kill these people first, and then go to these Shandong nobles to have a disembowelment to apologize?
Are you kidding me?
Even if he doesn't want this life, what about the Yang family's face?
What is the future of the Hongnong Yang family?
If there were no vassals and support from these second-class noble clans, how could we still be the best clan in the world?
Hongnong has been mostly destroyed by Dong Zhuo. If he loses the support of these nobles again, how can he still compete with the Yuan family in the future?
"I won't say much else. You and I will call it quits for today. I will let these people go at dawn tomorrow. Let's all have a show! Everyone should show their true ability! How about it?" Hu Zhen shouted carelessly, "If
If Duke Yang disagrees, you can just attack him! If the worst happens, he will immediately flee to the west! Anyway, his son will get enough benefits! Hahahaha, even if he dominates the mountain and becomes the king, he will be happy for a while! But...
Hey hey hey, look how Yang Gong faces the officials in the DPRK?! What kind of appearance does he have to return to Shandong?!"
Yang Biao clenched his hands together so tightly that his nails were embedded in his flesh, "...What if you do such a despicable thing again tomorrow?"
Hu Zhen snorted, then patted his chest, leaving no face to Yang Biao, and said: "If I hadn't come from afar and hadn't been properly repaired, how could I have used such a disgusting method?
? Don’t worry, Mr. Yang, tomorrow morning, I will definitely let him go! He is a man from Xiliang, he will spit in a hole, and he will definitely keep his word! How can he be like some bastards, laugh in front of his face, and then immediately stab him in the back? "
"...I will comply with your words and call it quits for the time being!" Yang Biao was silent for a while, pretending that he could not hear Hu Zhen's sarcasm, and said in a loud voice, "Dear nephews! This is all Yang can do. If this happens tomorrow,
If the thief uses such despicable methods again... Yang will be powerless!"
"Repeat Yang Gong's words!" Huangfu Song immediately ordered.
"Temporary truce..." The soldiers immediately repeated in unison, so that the officials on the city could hear it, but the current situation seemed so ironic and ridiculous.
No matter how many Guizhou leaders died and how many people were stained with their blood, the pace of the military formation could not be stopped, but it was stopped because of dozens of descendants of high-ranking officials.
Inside the palace, the safety of the Liu family's emperor was still unknown, and the two armies were already exchanging bargaining chips and negotiating with each other across the Wei River, which had been dyed into a river of blood.
The army of the Han Dynasty, a powerful frontier army and a strong imperial army. At this moment, the swords and guns in their hands are not stained with the blood of foreigners, barbarians, or invaders. Instead, they are competing to cut off their own blood.
The heads of the common people.
Above the sky, dark clouds rolled.
On the earth, flesh and blood flowed everywhere.
The firelight and black smoke at the top of Chang'an City seemed to be crying, shouting, and asking:
Is this a big man?
Could this be the man who has gone through ups and downs for more than four hundred years?
Could this be the man who was one of the many outstanding men in Huanghuang who once crossed the east and west, attacked Mobei from far away, and issued a deafening message: "Anyone who offends our strong men will be punished no matter how far away they are"?
