Mixing ancient times with Taobao

Chapter 237

The cold wind passed by and passed through the city gate, bringing out a low roar.

The entire city of Changzhou has been cast by water, and only the suspension bridge can pass through it.At this moment, the suspension bridge has been lowered, and on the other side of the suspension bridge, a red carpet has been laid in the passage of the city gate.

The glory of soldiers is forged with blood.

In ancient times, soldiers died when they died, and there was no national flag to cover.But Zuo Fu always felt that these people deserved some glory.

A red carpet may remind the people that their peaceful life is dyed with the blood of these soldiers!
This is no ordinary road, this is a road doomed to bloodshed!

Zuo Fu pulled the cart, and Ji Qiuping was still standing in the cart.In order not to let him fall down, Zuo Fu had already moved some hands and feet on the car.

A slit was made under the steel knife in his hand, the tip of the knife was inserted, and water was poured on it, so that the person could be fixed.

The hero's battle is not over, he cannot fall yet!

She personally found the hemp rope, hung it on her body, and dragged Ji Qiuping slowly across the suspension bridge and past the De'an Gate.

Behind her, is a series of people.

They all carried a person who died in the Battle of Dangnan.

A total of 273 people.

This kind of people killed thousands of Tartars, even if they were wrong, they are still something to be proud of!
At this time, Zuo Fu no longer wanted to think about the mistakes made by these soldiers. She just wanted to remember the contributions these people made to defend Changzhou, and hoped that the common people would remember too!

It is these people who are not afraid of death to kill the enemy, in exchange for the current victory!
The wind passed through De'anmen, and it hurt people's faces.

Zuo Fu walked step by step, towards the main passage under the De'an Gate.

Both sides of the main passage were already full of people.

They looked at the gate of the city, not knowing what they might see.

I just thought, if the Tartars lost, the defenders must have died a lot, right?Since he died to protect everyone, he must come to greet him no matter what.

"It's an adult!"

Someone shouted, "It's Master Zuo!"

"Master Zuo is pulling the cart! That person in the cart?"

"Then, that person is dead?!"

Two people and one car walked out of the gate of the city.

The person pulling the cart is their parents, and the person in the cart...

Holding the steel knife in his hand, his chin is slightly raised, and his eyes are right...

This is a dead man!
Zuo Fu did not speak, nor did he respond to the people's questions.

Some things are more powerful than words!
The soldiers maintaining order in the advanced city suddenly stood at attention, took off their hats, and looked solemnly at Ji Qiuping in the car.

"Then, that soldier...he didn't fall down until he died?"

Someone said with a trembling voice, "Did you close your eyes?"

"This, how is this done?"

"It must be too unwilling!"

"Gripping the knife tightly, he fought to the last moment!"

The people were discussing and couldn't help but follow Zuofu forward. Many people didn't even bother to watch the prisoners of war.

At this moment, in their hearts, this little soldier who has survived until his death is more attractive than anyone else.

The crowd followed Zuo Fu, and the voice of discussion gradually became quieter.

Slowly, all the sounds are disappearing.

Everyone walked in silence, looking at Ji Qiuping in the car.

A group of captives followed behind. Although they couldn't see Ji Qiuping, for some reason, seeing the expressions of the common people, they really felt a little regretful.

If I had been braver back then, not to mention being famous all over the world, at least I would have been worthy of my ancestors, right?If he died like this now, what face would he have to meet his ancestors?Tell them what they did?Became a traitor?

Counting seven or eight generations, many ancestors were tortured to death by Yuan Tartars, right?Do you have the face to meet them?
Fu Lehe was a little frightened.

The body of this Manchu imperial nobleman was trembling at the moment.

The people didn't come to see him, and they didn't even owe him a curse.But he knew that when this circle came down, he and others would be torn to pieces!
It was also at this moment that he finally understood why the regent was willing to bribe this woman with the throne.

How old is she?Not as big as myself!But she already knows how to play with people's hearts!Looking at these people in the city, he dared to bet that if reinforcements came over now, they would be torn apart by these people!

This kind of silent farewell to the hero is just a kind of anger that is about to explode!
The wind was blowing, and it was cold to the bone.

I don't know who it is, suddenly broke the calm, the sound of Jiqin (erhu) and singing sounded.

"It is said that Juyongguan was besieged by thieves and soldiers. For 300 years, Jinjiang Mountain has been turned into dust. The whole court is full of slanderous ministers and traitors. Which one can share the worries and make peace? Pity me and rule the border..."

This singing, everyone burst into tears!

Beijing fell, and Emperor Hongguang only knew how to enjoy himself. How could the Han people in the south who were oppressed by the Yuan Tartars not be afraid of the new alien rule?

Changzhou is under siege, they are afraid!

They are terrified!

These days, I can't sleep day and night, and work hard because I'm afraid!These defenders are their last hope!
Now, these young soldiers are dead. They defended Changzhou with their own lives, and they didn't put down their weapons until they died. How can this be a soldier? !This is loyalty!
The cries gradually became louder, and the boss of the coffin shop rushed out and brought white cloth strips. Everyone took off their hats spontaneously and wrapped them up with white cloth strips.

More and more people followed the team, and even some old people followed on crutches.The team became bigger and bigger, and the cries spread throughout the city.Some children didn't know what death was, but they also felt a kind of sadness, and started to cry.

The old man on crutches couldn't move anymore and fell to the ground, but he struggled to get up. The young man beside him picked up the old man and continued to follow the team.

The singing continued, and the crying people also sang along.

The procession stopped, and Zuo Fu looked at the people blocking the way.

The person blocking the way was none other than Tan Sidao and others who had been punished by her.

Zuo Fu looked at them and didn't speak.

Holding a wine jar in his hand, Tan Sidao slapped the wine jar away and poured it on the ground without saying a word.

He poured out the wine, threw the wine jar to the ground, and roared, "Blood debt blood!!"

With a "hum", like water dripping into the oil pan, the mournful crowd exploded in an instant!
They turned to look at the captives, their eyes were red, as if they were going to eat people!
Zuo Fu looked at Tan Sidao, and saw that he was holding his hands tightly, his body was trembling non-stop, obviously extremely angry.

He didn't come to make trouble...

Shan Luochun also appeared in Zuo Fu's sight. He also took the wine jar and sprinkled wine, then threw the wine jar and roared angrily: "The Tartars must pay with blood!"

"eye for eye!"

"eye for eye!"

"Kill them!"

"revenge!!"

Zuo Fu didn't speak, but only signaled the two to leave with his eyes.

Seeing that they gave way to the passage, Zuo Fu continued to pull the cart and dragged Ji Qiuping forward.

The restless crowd quickly quieted down.

As if there was some magical power, as long as Zuo Fu made a move, she didn't even need to speak, and these people would follow her.

Looking at all this, Tan Sidao and the others felt their scalps go numb.

What kind of terrifying popularity is this?

Looking at all this, Sun Xunyu couldn't help but murmured: "After this war, the people of Changzhou have returned their hearts. Now, those old bastards will not be able to sit still anymore, right? Oh, it's getting more and more interesting..."

　I don’t have a fever today, but my cold symptoms have worsened... Sweaty, I don’t seem to be blowing on the air conditioner, it’s like a viral cold... I said, how can I still catch a cold when I turn on the minimum wind of 27 degrees... …

　　
　
(End of this chapter)