The soldiers on the city wall looked at the miserable state of the refugees below with unbearable expressions on their faces.
"Captain, do you think the eldest son will let these refugees enter the city? It's been almost half an hour since Wang San went inside to complain."
A soldier asked the captain Yue Yong. Last time, Yue Yong charged forward during the Erlong Mountain bandit suppression. He killed more than ten bandits with an iron rod and was hit by more than ten knives. Therefore, he got the nickname "Desperate Saburo".
Yue Yong's performance made the commander Huang Zhong very satisfied, and he was immediately promoted to captain. Now he is in charge of more than a hundred people.
Today, his team happened to be guarding the city gate, and Yue Yong was heartbroken when he heard the children's cries.
"Heitou, the eldest son will naturally make a decision, and you must not make any arbitrary comments."
Yue Yong said sternly, although he was still a bit aggressive, he was no longer what he used to be. He participated in many studies and was very loyal to the eldest son Liu Qi.
Although no soldiers came out to drive away the refugees, the city gate that had not been opened for a long time made all the refugees under the city wall feel heavy.
"The eldest son is here..."
At this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted, and everything fell silent for a moment.
Thousands of refugees looked up at the young man in white robes on the city wall. The soldiers were all saluting the young man respectfully. His identity was self-evident.
A soldier raised a trumpet made of iron sheets, which was used to amplify the sound.
Liu Qi, who was on the city wall, couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when he saw the miserable state of the refugees below.
However, the city gate cannot be opened immediately, otherwise there will be chaos. More than ten thousand refugees will swarm in, not to mention the innocent people who will be trampled. If there are people with ulterior motives mixed in, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Dear fellow villagers, I am Liu Qi. I won't talk nonsense here. We will distribute porridge and food immediately, and organize people to set up tents. After seven days of disinfection and inspection, we can enter the city."
All the refugees immediately knelt down when they heard the rice porridge was being distributed.
"Young Master is kind, I will thank you..."
Many counties and towns passed by were rejected, or they were killed by the city's police. I don't know how many people died of hunger and plague along the way.
For a while, there were continuous thanksgivings from below, and there were tears on the faces of the refugees.
As the city gate opened, groups of soldiers wearing protective masks came out uniformly carrying large pots.
"Everyone lined up in several lines. The old, weak, women and children came first to receive porridge and steamed buns..."
Yue Yong led a team of people to maintain order. The elderly, weak, women and children received the porridge first, which naturally won the support of the refugees.
However, some people were not angry. A burly black-faced man squeezed over and pushed aside several old men in front of him.
"Uncle, I'm going to starve to death. Hurry up and get me a bowl of porridge and three big steamed buns."
This move immediately aroused everyone's dissatisfaction.
"The old, weak, women and children get the porridge first, why should you come first?"
The burly man raised his fists when he heard the accusations from the people next to him, and a cold light flashed in his bell-like eyes.
A group of old, weak, women and children were so frightened that they immediately retreated several steps away. This guy was obviously not a good person.
"Go away, go to the back and line up."
It was Yue Yong who noticed the chaos here and came over to scold him.
"Why, isn't it just for us to eat the porridge, eldest son? I'll eat it first, right?"
When the burly man said this, five or six arrogant people gathered around him, shouting with ferocious looks in their eyes.
"That's right, can't we eat this porridge? There is plenty of food in the city, so let us drink the porridge while everyone rushes into the city to grab gold, silver and jewelry..."
Seeing that several people were about to surround him, Yue Yong suddenly raised his hand and drew out the long knife from his waist.
"Why, do you still want to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"
The burly man shouted loudly and snatched away Yue Yong's long sword, while the rest of the unruly people booed.
There was a click sound, and the big man who wanted to snatch Yue Yong's sword felt a chill on his neck, and then a stream of blood overflowed from his neck.
"It's murderous. The eldest son Liu Qi's men are killing innocent refugees..."
The burly man's throat was cut with a knife, and several other angry people pulled their necks and shouted.
All the refugees suddenly panicked, seeing that the order they had just maintained was about to collapse.
At this time, Yue Yong was also a little confused. How could killing a troublemaking refugee cause such a big reaction?
"Lord, it's not good. If this messes up the refugees, the consequences will be disastrous."
Military advisor Guo Jia said anxiously, these are tens of thousands of refugees, they are all ordinary people, we can't just kill them all with swords.
"Hurry up and escort the lord back to the city..."
Du Chang, the household registration chief, greeted the soldiers. Although they were unarmed, there were too many refugees. If there was chaos, the lord Liu Qi might be in danger.
"Zi Yue, don't be in a hurry."
Liu Qi waved back the soldiers who wanted to escort him back to the city, and his mind raced as he saw the situation getting out of control.
If what happened just now were spread out with someone else's exaggeration, the reputation would be greatly damaged, and all the strategies of military counselor Guo Jia would be in vain.
As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger!
"Fathers and fellow villagers, please be quiet. I have something to say."
It was Liu Qi who took the tin trumpet from the soldier's hand and shouted from a high place.
The crowd that was about to break into chaos suddenly became silent again. When more than a dozen rioters wanted to shout, they were all controlled by the captain of the law enforcement team A3 and others.
"That scoundrel bullied the old, weak, women and children because of his physical strength. Should he be killed?"
"Should this scoundrel try to steal the weapon from my armor? Should he be killed?"
A large number of refugees nodded and slowly became quiet. After all, they could still distinguish between right and wrong.
Seeing that the chaotic order was about to be restored, a person stood out from the crowd.
He was wearing a tattered robe, but he was a little different from other refugees in that he had a bookish temperament.
First, he saluted Liu Qi from a distance, and then said to the surrounding refugees with his hands clasped in fists.
"Dear fellow villagers, I am here to report to Mao Zhan, the Maocai of the village. The rogue first took the porridge and then the knife with the intention of causing chaos. According to Article 103, Section 9 of our Han law, he should be beheaded. In wartime and
There is no need to interrogate in serious accidents..."
"Yes, yes, that guy really deserves to be killed..."
Everyone among the refugees was talking about it. If the eldest son Liu Qi just used Haoran Zhengqi, then Mao Zhan used Han law, and he seemed to be quite proficient in it.
"Hold the grass, what a talent!"
Liu Qi also looked surprised. What Mao Zhan just said was well-founded and well-articulated. He originally thought he was another troublemaker, but in the end a helper came.
Liu Qi waved his hand and signaled to his men to invite Mao Zhan over. In the late Han Dynasty, the title of Maocai could be regarded as a talented man from all over the country.
There was no imperial examination at this time, and names were all obtained through recommendations from the countryside.
"What? Your ancestor was Mao Sui during the Warring States Period?"
Liu Qi asked with a surprised look on his face. The idiom "Mao Sui recommended himself" came from Mao Sui.