C1 Hu Prison Expedition

Wanli Yangtze River, can't find the autumn color, the Qin Palace Han Tent, Yantai YinQue, the sword days outside the fog, the precious light hanging in the sun smoke side! To the stars, slap the heaven and earth, the news stops.

Dragon and Tiger Roar, Sobbing Wind and Cloud Tear, Eternal Hate, just who said those words. To the mountains and rivers, to the rivers and mountains, to the blood. Warm water night play Qiangqiang flute, Luan Yu old Liao Yang, the master, shattered the salivary pot, asked the toad, round and missing.

— —《 mandarin red》

During the reign of Zhao Ji in the Northern Song Dynasty, he was muddleheaded and indecent, he only focused on playing around with the strange stones and flowers, the Wu Mo Han, the Dan Qing Miao Pen and so on, but he was completely devoid of the ability to keep himself calm and open-minded, and focused on governing the entire country, to the point where all the petty thieves around him fell prey to him. They all believed in Cai Jing, Tong Guan, Wang Wei, Liang Shicheng, Zhu Yu and Li Yan and the others, and colluded with each other, harming the loyal, the common people, and the lives of the fishes.

On the internal affairs, they would impeach others, reject them, reject them as honest people, fawn over them and comply with their demands; on the other hand, they would collude with the foreign states and bribe them; they would expropriate all the money they could get from the people's ointment, or use it to please Zhao Ji. They would exorbitantly rule over the country and increase the burden on the peasants. Many evil deeds had come to an end, and the Northern Song Dynasty was about to come to an end.

Every year, he would send subordinates to suck up blood from the fangs and claws of his subordinates and offer them to the imperial government in the name of the "Flowerstone". At that time, the history book wrote truthfully: "The people are the servants, the Zhongjia is bankrupt, or the children will be sold to pay for their needs." Finally, after two years of peace, the Good Prefecture and the others decided to rebel under Fang La's lead.

However, the uprising had not even lasted for a few months, the imperial government had sent a hundred thousand elites to suppress them, and Fang La's regime and the Fire Worshipers were not well-disciplined opponents, who were being forced to retreat step by step and be exterminated miserably. They had no choice but to retreat and hide in the dark.

He wished that he could write down every single mountain and every single river in the region, as if they were all written down in calligraphy to express everyone's feelings. Unfortunately, the green mountains were in the past, and the grand occasion had already passed. The houses here were in ruins, and the ruins of the houses were everywhere, devoid of their usual bustle and liveliness.

In between, there was a burly man around eight feet tall who was around thirty years old. He wore a tight, strong, coarse cloth and saw everything that was seen and heard. His face was filled with an unbearable pain. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by knives and needles. He was looking for something, but the roadside scene made him feel extremely pained. Who was the one who went through all of this?

Was it the Imperial Court, the Flood, the Plague, or Fang La's fault? In fact, the guilt of the imperial court was even greater. It reminded him of the words of Fan Zhongyan, a virtuous and virtuous minister of the late emperor.

He felt that although he was weak and had limited abilities, he was constantly vigilant. As a man, he should seek fortune for all the people in the world, and this situation made him feel extremely responsible. He had to shoulder this responsibility no matter what. He was not here for sightseeing trips, nor was he here to feel sad. The decision he made this time was something he had no choice but to do, to end this rebellion as soon as possible, and capture Fang La alive is already his official position, it was even more urgent! The welfare of the common people lay in this trip. Success or failure depended on one move, and no one could back down. However, all of this was very clear in their hearts. Success or failure was not allowed.

The only thing he could do was to turn this responsibility and pain into endless power at the bottom of his heart. This was the best reward to these people who had suffered, borrowing a small boat from a fisherman, and driving into the forest filled stream while it was still early in the morning. He did not reveal his whereabouts to anyone this time, and the goal was to give Fang La and the bandits a fatal blow.

In the past, they had always been addicted to alcohol, and even the laws and regulations of the imperial court could not restrain them. Ever since they had come to Jiangnan to assassinate bandits and let them delve deep into the common people of the world, they had gradually understood their responsibilities.

Slowly, Xiao Zhou was being urged within the stream. The reeds on both sides were lush and verdant, both sides were like an army of thousands upon thousands of men, neatly equipped, ready to receive any enemy; The trees were dense and dense, covering the sky and covering the sun, making it difficult to find anything during this period. He was especially careful in his observation and search, afraid that he would miss even a single inch of land, allowing Fang La and the other poor bandits to slip away.