Zhang Xiu was sweating profusely, his helmet was tilted to one side, and he hurriedly said: "Lord, more and more soldiers are gathering at the gate of the city."
He had just returned to the city gate and wanted to let Ma Chao and his men retreat first, but before Ma Chao retreated, Fan Chou also came with five thousand soldiers.
Before Zhang Xiu could drive Fan Chou away, another force came from behind.
Zhang Xiu hurriedly ordered the city gate to be closed, and he came to report again.
Wang Ding glared at Guo Tu, then stood up and said, "You continue to kneel."
He took Guo Jia Jia Xu, mounted his war horse, and rushed toward the city gate.
As time went by, more and more soldiers gathered at the city gate, and the people inside the city began to flock to the city gate.
"Hey, are you planning to rebel?"
On the city gate, Wang Ding looked at the soldiers below, his heart filled with anger and sadness.
Perhaps, some people think that it is a good thing that Wang Ding is so popular.
But this is not what Wang Ding wants to see.
What he saw was ignorance, but a counselor could inspire so many soldiers and people in just two days with just one mouth.
Although this was related to Wang Ding's status in their hearts, it still made Wang Ding unhappy.
Wang Ding does not want to become a dictator, he still hopes to have some opposing voices.
Even if Wang Ding knows how to develop, he is only a mortal after all, and his decisions cannot always be right.
Looking at the benevolent heroes and dictators of all eras, their ultimate end will not be much better.
When Wang Ding really becomes the god in the hearts of the people, this is definitely not a good thing.
It may even lead the big man into the abyss of eternal destruction.
Even if Wang Ding thinks clearly now, when the moment comes, Wang Ding doesn't know how he will make a choice. Whether he will insist on going his own way without admitting that he is wrong even though he knows he is wrong.
Outside the city, more than 50,000 soldiers have gathered.
Even among the soldiers under Xu Huang's command, some came quietly and mingled with the army.
But at this moment, they were no longer noisy. Even though they belonged to different generals, they were all standing neatly in front of the city gate.
When they saw Wang Ding on the city gate, the original noise gradually subsided.
At this time, tens of thousands of people had gathered in the city.
Some people were carrying burdens, some were pushing carts, and some were carrying a pig's foot in their left hand and a jar of fine wine in their right hand. They were all here after hearing the news.
Some are curious, and some are purposeful.
They mingled with the crowd and stared at Wang Ding's tall back on the tower.
That is the general who protects them and the prime minister of the Han Dynasty.
Even if it's not now, it will be in the future.
Their eyes are adoring and fanatical.
"Prime Minister."
"Prime Minister!"
I don't know who spoke first, and then the sound was like a wave, rushing towards Wang Ding one after another, covering up Wang Ding's tall and straight body.
Even though Wang Ding's body is like a rock, he still looks so small in the face of this roaring sound.
But it was as small as a boat in the ocean. After he raised his hand, the rolling sound stopped immediately, like being caught in a severe cold storm and instantly frozen.
If it were Dong Zhuo and Yuan Shao standing on the tower at this moment, they might already be smiling and proud.
But at this moment, the tall and straight body on the city tower is Wang Ding. His heart is as cold as the twelfth lunar month.
Guo Jia stood beside Wang Ding and said softly: "My lord, public opinion cannot be violated."
"Okay!" Wang Ding nodded.
"In this case, I will temporarily take over as Prime Minister today until we welcome the Emperor back."
Facing tens of thousands of people and soldiers.
At this moment, Wang Ding could only nod in agreement.
If he still refuses today, his heart may be in chaos.
Wang Ding's voice clearly reached the ears of the soldiers under the city.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
…
Sixty thousand soldiers under the city raised their hands and shouted wildly.
The sound was louder than before, and half of Luoyang City could hear their cheers.
What followed was a carnival throughout Luoyang City.
Amid cheers along the way, Wang Ding took Guo Jia Jia Xu back to the general's mansion.
That night, the entire city of Luoyang, as well as the military camps outside the city, were partying.
Restaurants everywhere are brightly lit.
Even ordinary people rarely have the luxury of having a pot of good wine and a pile of fennel beans in a restaurant.
It seems that after Wang Ding becomes the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, their lives will become better.
Everyone is cheering for Wang Ding and thinking about their future at the same time.
Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the general's residence seemed extremely peaceful.
The servant who originally planned to celebrate was stopped in advance by Diao Chan before he even started to take action.
In the General's Mansion tonight, no one is allowed to drink alcohol.
As Wang Ding's bedfellow, Diao Chan knows very well what Wang Ding wants now.
It was already late at night, and the bustle outside finally gradually subsided, and the lights everywhere were extinguished.
Guo Jia, Jia Xu and other counselors are still in the general's mansion.
In the meeting hall, Guo Tu was still kneeling on the ground.
His legs had long been numb and he had lost all feeling.
But Wang Ding didn't ask him to get up, so he didn't dare to get up.
Wang Ding looked at Guo Jia and others and said, "What happened today, I don't want to happen again."
Today it is Guo Tu who secretly promotes it, and tomorrow there will be others.
When it's time to be king, Wang will definitely be king, and when it's time to be emperor, Wang Ding won't mind.
But he could not accept being forced to be king or emperor, nor could he accept the ignorance of the people under his rule.
Guo Jiadao: "Although Guo Tu is adding fuel to the fire this time, it is probably because my lord is so popular. The army and the people are united, so my lord should be happy."
But Wang Ding really couldn't be happy.
Guo Jia also saw Wang Ding's thoughts and said: "As the lord's prestige increases, even if the lord doesn't want to, what happened today will still happen in the future."
It just happened in advance because of Guo Tu.
But in the future, even if Wang Ding has an order to prohibit it, but it really comes to that point, Guo Jia can predict that there will be more people than today who want to support Wang Ding and call him king and emperor. And it will not only be those
The soldiers and people, as well as the ministers and generals.
Wang Ding has no intention of proclaiming himself emperor yet, but in Guo Jia's heart, Wang Ding should be the emperor of the Han Dynasty.
Only in Wang Ding could he see the future of the Han Dynasty.
As for other people, even if they become emperors, they will only continue the Han Dynasty rather than change it.
When Wang Ding really needs to proclaim himself emperor, Guo Jia will also step forward.
And he might still be the one at the front.
Wang Ding didn't know what Guo Jia was thinking, so he said, "Is there any way the military advisor can prevent this from happening again in the future?"
Guo Jiadao: "Unless the lord's reputation is reduced, this matter is inevitable."
This is not the interest of Wang Ding alone, but the interests of the civil servants and generals who follow Wang Ding, as well as the tens of thousands of people in the Han Dynasty.
Wang Ding somewhat understood this in his heart, but there was no other way. He still had to do something practical for the tens of millions of Han people, and his reputation would definitely continue to rise in the future.
…
Yecheng!
Yuan Shao has been lying on the bed for more than half a month.
He couldn't accept being defeated by Wang Ding this time. Even if he escaped back to Yecheng, his health was getting worse day by day.
In front of the sick bed, Shen Pei said worriedly: "My lord, there is news from Luoyang that Wang Ding's son has become the prime minister."
Yuan Shao was on the sick bed. The maid had just given him the medicinal soup and vomited it out.