Hou San, who relied on his own strength to successfully squeeze into the first line on the street and occupied a prime position, was thinking about all kinds of things in his head.
For example, the little lady I rescued a few days ago is really handsome, but it's a pity that I can't come together to watch the fun today because of my leg injury.
Suddenly, there were bursts of huge cheers in his ears.
At the same time, I don’t know whose mouth it was, but someone said excitedly: “Here it comes, here it comes, Grandpa Hu and the others are coming over.”
Suddenly, Hou San could no longer care about the random thoughts in his head. After standing on tiptoes, he stretched his neck and looked forward.
The same is true for other people around him, and even the tens of thousands of people on this section of the street.
For a time, the scene of tens of thousands of people stepping up and stretching their necks was an inexplicable joy.
But soon after, Hou San and others held it in their mouths for who knows how long, and planned to cheer out with the loudest voices; similar to 'Grandpa Hu Biao', 'Grandpa Being Kicked', 'Grandpa Xu Feng', 'Grandpa Windmill',
When called "grandma, grandma" etc.
After seeing clearly the appearance of the group of people approaching on the street in front of me, I held it back.
The main reason is that the appearance of these people in front of them is completely inconsistent with what they have in mind.
The man who walked at the front of the team with the grace of a dragon and a tiger, without much thought, was naturally the legendary Hu Biao, Hu Yitong and Grandpa Hu.
It's just that he is tall in stature, but he is just a white-faced boy.
He is not at all as tall as the legend, more than nine feet tall, with a face as black as coal, and a pair of arms that weighs a kilogram of strength, but he has the appearance of the legendary brave man.
If you just look at that face and ignore the dazzling gold marks on both sides of his cheeks, he looks more like a young scholar than a warrior.
The other people who followed closely behind looked at him with astonishing momentum.
I guess they are the other grandfathers who were reincarnated by the Tiangang Star and the Earthly Evil Star in the legend.
It is a pity that these people are also taller than ordinary people, but among the rumors, there is not one of them with a face as heavy as a jujube and a height of more than eight feet.
Only the concubine and grandma's eyes were wandering, which made people feel inexplicably panicked.
Of course! The current reaction of Hou San and others is just that the person himself is seriously inconsistent with the rumors, so they didn't react for a while, and they definitely can't be said to be disappointed.
In fact, the current temperament of these grandfathers in front of him completely satisfied or even far exceeded his fantasy.
I saw under the banner of the 'Xuange Camp' that was raised high and fluttering in the wind, with at least a dozen holes shot out by arrows on it.
Grandpa Hu and his party were more than 300 people, including dozens of women including the imperial concubine and grandma.
Except for some seriously injured people lying on some carts at the end.
Everyone was wearing an armor full of bloodstains; white gauze was used to wrap wounds in many places on their bodies, and their faces were all weathered.
Taking a quick look at it from a distance, I felt a strong murderous aura coming towards me.
Sure enough, in just half a month, the Jin soldiers lost 20,000 lives to these good men.
What's more important is that a little behind Grandpa Hu, there are often four grandfathers working together to carry a huge tablet; when lined up all the way, there are as many as ten.
On each tablet, there is a line of golden characters: The tablet of the Yimin of Kaifeng.
Next to this line of large golden characters, there are countless small characters carved on it.
Opening his eyes wide, Hou San, who had attended private school for two years when he was a child, could see that they were names. Each one looked very familiar. At first glance, they were the names of ordinary people.
For example: Chen Ergou, Zhu Pingan, Wang Goudan, Zhao Dayou, Zhang Xiaoniang, etc.
In such a shrine, which is much larger than the gate of Hou San's family, there are so many names like this that there are probably thousands of them.
There are as many as ten such large tablets in the team.
This means that the number of volunteers in Kaifeng City who died at the hands of the Jin people in this battle was tens of thousands.
For a moment, Hou San couldn't help but think of the people who, one night after another, sat in small boats, held logs, and braved the rain of arrows and stone cannons from the Jin men to rush up the Chubing Mountain.
In fact, those people were just like him, they were just bullies in the mouth of traffickers and lackeys.
There was even a time when I passed him by somewhere in the city.
Thinking of all the above, with unstoppable tears pouring out, Hou San knelt down on the ground along with everyone around him.
Whether it is a hero like Grandpa Hu Biao, a policeman in the city like Liu An, a kapisha dancer, or the names on the god's throne, they are all worthy of their kneeling.
In the end, both sides of the street were filled with people from Kaifeng City kneeling on the ground.
Against this background, Hu Biao and others walked forward with solemn faces without making any sound, but their falling footsteps were like thunder.
At the same time, he headed towards the golden wooden gate in the inner city of Kaifeng City.
It is said that there are two officials there, Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng, who are currently leading some temporary and promoted civil and military officials, preparing to welcome Hu Biao and other heroes.
The difference is that compared to the people in Kaifeng City at this moment, who are simply trapped in complex emotions such as pain, anger, and emotion.
Father and son Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng, civil and military officials such as Geng Nanzhong, time travelers such as Hu Biao, as well as Ma Kuo and Maode Diji Zhao Fujin who knew something about Hu Biao and their plans.
Because of the thoughts in their hearts at this moment, their expressions are all different, and they have a flavor of all living beings...
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The location is the golden wooden doorway leading to the inner city.
Father and son Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng, Geng Nanzhong and other civil and military officials arrived here early in the morning, stood up according to their status and rank, and began to wait patiently.
Based on the caliber of publicity promoted by the newly established Song Dynasty court:
Because I felt that Hu Biao, Ma Kuo and many other heroes had made great contributions to the imperial court in the battle with the Jin people.
The two former and current officials originally planned to go out of the city for two miles to greet these unparalleled scholars in person; but unfortunately, Geng Nanzhong and other officials remonstrated with them on the grounds that the courtesy between monarch and minister cannot be abolished.
The two officials could only take a step back and greet him personally at the gate of the inner city.
Really? In fact, the thoughts in these people's minds at this moment are very interesting.
After moving his body slightly to relieve the soreness and numbness in his legs caused by standing for a long time, Zhao Ji, the later Song Huizong who made great achievements in art.
With the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at his eldest son, Zhao Heng, a little in front of him.
After thinking of something in his mind, he immediately cursed angrily:
"Sir, if you had returned the throne to me earlier, how could we have been in the situation we are in today? How could I, the Song Dynasty, have suffered such a great humiliation at the hands of the Jin people?
But your good days are now over.
Yesterday I sent people to reach a secret agreement with Nahu Yitong, and he will give me his full support for my return to the throne. At that time, my father will naturally take care of the relationship between father and son, and will definitely find a suitable place for you to rest in the palace.
Leave the troublesome state affairs to me, father.
After all, Hu Yitong is a treasonous person, and we need to treat him as a snake at the moment. After the troops of the King of Qin in the world arrive, we can naturally make long-term plans."
As a current official, Zhao Ji stood at the front of the team, although he did not look back.
But Xu was the legendary father-son heart-to-heart, and it was so magical that he could clearly feel that his father was secretly looking at him and scolding him in his heart.
For this reason, he cursed silently in his heart:
"As the old saying goes, if you are too old to die, you are a thief. Father, why don't you just be a carefree Supreme Emperor?
However, state affairs are very important and I cannot tolerate your nonsense. I sent Geng Qing out of the city yesterday and made an agreement with Nahu Yitong that he will fully support me.
Father, you should stay in the deep palace with peace of mind and write and paint well. If it is not possible, my Zhao family has suffered such a disaster and the number of people is very small. You might as well give me some younger brothers and sisters.
As for Hu Biao, he has rebelled against me, and I will naturally find a way to deal with him in the future.
I think it's just a common man, so it's not difficult."
As the father and son were both kind and filial, they imagined that after Hu Biao's arrival, he would rely on the other's huge prestige to allow Zhao Ji to secure his throne as emperor.
Then, it was time to figure out how to cross the river and burn the bridge.
Behind the two of them, Geng Nanzhong, who was standing in front of a crowd of civil and military officials, remembered that he had thought that he had secretly joined the Jin people and that he could expect prosperity and wealth in the future.
Unexpectedly, he fell into the current situation and could only act as the golden man's internal response.
For a moment, it was not the Jin people that I hated, but people like Hu Biao.
It's just that the above people would never have imagined how courageous Hu Biao was and how crazy his actions were...
