Sheng Fu

Without warning, a misty, erratic drizzle began to fall from the sky.

In an instant, a rain curtain formed.

But the heat in people's hearts was not cooled down at all by the rain.

Most people were standing at the street corners, doorways, or windows, observing the entire outline of the inner city.

Everyone was familiar with this city, but at this moment, many people suddenly felt that this city was a little strange.

The county magistrate stood in the rain and looked up at the sky. He raised his right hand slightly and smiled softly, "This rain came at a very timely moment. Perhaps it can wash away the bad luck on people."

The spine in the rain remains straight.

South city gate.

Yang Bo and his men came.

Suddenly, there was a burst of loud footsteps in front. Huang Jing and Song Xin, the leaders, rushed to the front, both holding hatchets. The blood on the hatchets had not dried up yet. Instead, with the rain, the bloodstains that showed signs of drying up became conspicuous again.

Looking at Yang Bo, who was wearing armor, and the three hundred armored soldiers in the front.

The anger among the people in Baifeng Village gradually began to cool down.

Even Huang Jing's heart began to waver a little.

Song Xin's calf suddenly twitched.

How can ordinary people fight against well-trained troops!

If a war breaks out, it will inevitably result in a one-sided massacre.

But thinking back to last night, thinking of Mr. Xu Hua, and thinking of the old saying that heaven is unfair and blood brings thunder, the fire of courage in Huang Jing's heart was ignited again.

Holding a hatchet in his hand, he approached Yang Bo step by step in front of him under the gaze of the villagers.

"General, are you going to use the spear in your hand against the common people?" Huang Jing raised his hatchet high, looked at Yang Bo with anger on his face, and asked word by word.

As Huang Jing took the initiative to move forward, the people behind him also began to follow.

In anything, as long as there is a leader, there will naturally be corresponding followers.

At this moment, Huang Jing became the leader of Baifeng Village.

Seeing this, Yang Bo's eyes shook slightly. He thought that his aura could scare these country folk, but he didn't expect that there were still people who were not afraid of death.

As someone who came from a military background, Yang Bo naturally subconsciously has a liking for people who are not afraid of death.

Yang Bo slowly put down the spear in his hand and said expressionlessly: "I am here to maintain order. You can enter the inner city with your weapons in hand. The county governor will be waiting for you at the gate."

"But you can't hurt innocent people in anger, and I won't give you the chance to hurt innocent people."

After saying this, Yang Bo made a slight gesture, and three hundred soldiers slowly made way for the villagers of Baifeng Village.

At this moment, both Huang Jing and Song Xin were in a trance for a moment.

The soldiers in armor actually gave way to these country folk, and the younger boys in the team also felt their blood boiling and they felt an unprecedented sense of pride surging in their chests.

If they can survive this time, when they talk about their wives in the future, they can brag to their father-in-law that when they broke into the inner city, the general took the initiative to make way.

There are not many things worth bragging about in a person's life.

Yang Bo's move gave everyone present a lot to talk about in the years to come.

Huang Jing did not hesitate and returned a salute to Yang Bo. Then he led the villagers of Baifeng Village into the inner city in a mighty procession.

In this world, people can occasionally be allowed to reason. But such an occasion is too rare, and Huang Jing happened to encounter it.

As the village warriors of Baifeng Village entered the inner city, many people along the street subconsciously retreated back into their houses, not daring to stay on the street for long, for fear that some of these villagers would hate the rich or be jealous of others doing well and would wield their axes.

When they saw General Yang Bo leading the soldiers to escort them all the way, many people felt relieved.

Along the way, all kinds of human hearts, like lights and fires in the night, swayed with the breeze and took on all kinds of forms.

And there were even more people watching the fun.

There were even some people who were curious and took the initiative to follow the people of Baifeng Village.

Yang Bo turned a blind eye to this. He could not use the spear in his hand to face the unarmed civilians, even though some of them had no good intentions.

Some timid people, seeing that General Yang Bo did not drive away the crowd, subconsciously followed behind.

Ordinary people like to watch the fun.

Such a grand event may not happen once every few decades.

As expected, the crowd of spectators grew larger and larger.

Soon after, Huang Jing saw the destroyed gate of the county magistrate's mansion at the end of his vision.

In the ruins stood the county magistrate, a minister, and a group of blue-robed clerks.

The county magistrate also saw the people of Baifeng Village walking towards him.

People from completely different classes gathered together in the rain.

"I, Huang Jing, a commoner, and I, together with the people of Baifeng Village, would like to pay my respects to the county magistrate!" Huang Jing was also very polite. He took the initiative to put down the hatchet in his hand and led the crowd to kneel down in salute to the county magistrate.

Seeing this, the county magistrate smiled inexplicably, then waved his hand slightly, and said with a slightly bitter expression: "In this situation today, you don't need to salute me."

"And you, a young man, are still very calm at this moment. It is true that heroes emerge from youth."

Huang Jing stood up expressionlessly. Under normal circumstances, Huang Jing would be happy for several years to receive such a compliment from the county magistrate, but today, he couldn't be happy.

As Huang Jing stood up, the villagers of Baifeng Village also stood up one after another.

"Wen San wants to occupy the land of my Baifeng Village. Whether there is any official protection among the officials, and whether Wen San is colluding with the underworld tycoons, I hope the county magistrate can give us an explanation." Huang Jing stared at the county magistrate and said in a loud voice.

Song Xin and the other young people behind Huang Jing suddenly brightened up. They suddenly realized that Huang Jing's back was so tall and majestic...

The county magistrate's eyes were calm, without any disturbance, and he just said slowly: "I also heard about what happened last night, and I also know roughly what happened."

"It was because of my unfair administration that a minor official in blue clothes became so powerful without anyone noticing."

"I am sorry for you in this matter."

"We need to wait a little longer, Wen San will be caught."

Huang Jing was stunned. He didn't expect that the county magistrate was so easy to talk to.

"May I ask, sir, are you forced to confront us because of pressure, or do you feel that we are your subjects and are therefore willing to listen to us?" Huang Jing thought of Xu Hua. He didn't know that Xu Hua was dead, but he was also infected by the spirit of Xu Hua, and asked this seemingly rebellious question with gritted teeth.

One is an elderly county magistrate, and the other is a young man full of vigor and vitality.

There was nothing ambiguous about the conversation between the two.

"I don't know how to answer you. This matter happened too suddenly, and the scenery I see is naturally different from yours." The county magistrate responded calmly.

Today is the day to end it all. The official rhetoric that always works is meaningless in the raging rain. (End of this chapter)