Chapter 1620 The real enemy
“The Tatars retreated!”
“Retreat!”
“Really retreated!”
Tong Hui On the top of the city, there was cheering.
The guards, the young and strong, the rich, the beggars... no one was unhappy.
Everyone knows that the Tatars are ferocious, and once they break the city, everyone will be destroyed.
Even if the city cannot be broken and the siege lasts for a long time, many people will have no work to do and will starve to death.
“Thank you heroes!”
“It was those masters who saved us!”
Everyone in the city saw the battle scene online and yearned for the middle-aged master's grace.
General Tonghui is going to send someone to express his gratitude. He has already collected seven thousand taels of silver from the big family. He has a conscience. This time he has not touched any of it, and he wants to reward those few with all of it. Master.
It was just the master's words that made the commander give up his mind.
"Sir, if those people are correct, they should be members of the Demon Cult, that is, the rebellious Heavenly Holy Army." The master dissuaded.
"Why did a group of rebels come to rescue us?" the commander-in-chief said in surprise.
"Maybe it's to save the people. Their banner is to save all the people in the world." The master guessed.
"The purpose of saving the people is to make a name for themselves." The general soldier was not a fledgling, and he saw through Wen Rensheng's purpose at a glance, "However, they want fame, so that's fine, you send people to restaurants, Help them make a name for themselves in Goulan and on the streets privately."
"Your Majesty, thank you." The master understood the purpose of the general upon hearing this. He hoped to save them next time there are Tatars.
After all, Tonghui is one of the fortresses leading from the northwest to the Central Plains and the capital, and the Tatars used this place for several attacks.
When he became famous in private and became a good person, the court could not grasp the topic and no one could impeach him.
…………
At this moment.
Outside the city, there is a campsite.
Wenren Shengzheng and Master Quan, as well as several palace masters, rested, ate and drank.
“Those birdmen, I fought off the Tatars for them, and I didn’t even bring you hot wine!” The Seventh Palace Master drank some fishy-smelling water from the sheepskin bag and shouted at the city. Cursed.
Wen Rensheng glanced at him and thought, it seems that clearing the memory is not very reliable.
Also, for innate masters, when it comes to spiritual cultivation, their memories will always remain. After these days, they should have recovered a lot.
He completely saw what the people in the city thought.
With his state of mind, of course he wouldn't care.
Actually, those people knew what was good and what was good. At least they did not trap and kill them by throwing cups as a sign.
Keeping a respectful distance now is actually an acknowledgment of their strength.
"Okay, Lao Qi, what do you say to those common people? Besides, you didn't take action." The fourth hall master said.
He is the only one who has not betrayed the leader of the church.
The reason is very simple. He is too old and his hair is very white. Leader Quan said, "You can see that he is white at first glance", so there is no conflict with the leader.
Others also want to dye their hair white, but how can they hide it from the leader?
"Holy Master, should we kill them all while they are retreating?" The Lord of the Seventh Palace was eager to try.
“No need.” Wen Rensheng shook his head.
"Why? Shouldn't these Tatars be killed?" The Seventh Palace Master was a little confused.
"Old Qi, you are so stupid. We are rebels. We have killed all the Tatars. Can't the court gather troops to deal with us? We only need to kill the Tatars so that they will not dare to invade and harm the people. , but it’s good to keep pressure on the court,” the Fourth Hall Master explained.
"Uncle Fourth Master, you are really cunning..." the Lord of the Seventh Palace said with sincere admiration.
The fourth hall master twitched the corner of his mouth, resisting the urge to slap the fool, and then looked at Wen Rensheng with some pride: "Holy Master, I wonder if what I said is right?"
"The mountains and rivers are solid. The virtue of parents lies in teaching but not in drowning." Wen Rensheng looked compassionate. Several hall masters were confused when they heard this. It was hard to understand why this holy master who was said to have been granted the gift of heaven spoke in such a way.
"I understand, the teacher is indeed a virtuous person. You are telling us that it is okay to help those people for a while, but if everything is solved for them, they will be like Just like a spoiled child, he will grow up to be a loser," Master Quan said suddenly.
Although he is blind now, his mind is sharper.
"Not bad, not bad, Xiao Quan still has some understanding." Wen Rensheng said happily.
Sure enough, a person who can become the highest in martial arts has an extremely high IQ.
The masters of the four halls were filled with resentment.
He didn't think that was what Wen Rensheng thought. The reason seemed off the mark at first glance.
The other party should think like this:
Without the evil of the Tatars, how can we highlight the holiness of the Heavenly Saint?
Without the ruthlessness of the Tatars, how can we highlight the benevolence of the Heavenly Saint?
This is the real thought of the cunning Holy Master in front of him. He can easily play with people's hearts and minds, so he can control the leader in just a few words.
"By the way, I just fell asleep and watched the military discussion of the Tatars. They seem to be practicing a kind of evil magic to deal with innate masters like us." The fourth hall master changed the subject.
"I am already prepared." Wen Rensheng naturally also saw Trutu Khan's preparations.
Use the methods he spread to deal with him?
Unfortunately, this is not a technological field, but a mysterious field.
Time flies by.
March has passed.
The reputation of the Heavenly Holy Army, as it defeated the Tatars, spread widely on the Xia Online.
"It seems that this Holy Army is not just a simple bandit, but also knows the difference between Huayi and Huayi."
"Yes, unlike those bandits, the land of their two counties is very prosperous."
“Why don’t you go take a look?”
“Let’s go together, let’s go together.”
Many scholars and scholars who studied abroad secretly changed their names and put on masks , I came to visit two counties in my dream.
Not only that, there are also people who have defected in person.
Although it was some scholars who came out to escape the disaster in their hometown...
I learned from the Internet that the Tiansheng Army was looking for a teacher. He was well paid and paid full silver in real money, and he never defaulted on arrears.
The sign that the peasant uprising has begun to take shape is the surrender of the landlord class and intellectuals. If they cannot turn into evil dragons in time, they will become stepping stones for others.
Some scholars are so ambitious that they write tens of thousands of words after they arrive, pointing out the sky and the earth, hoping to get an official position, and they are not even afraid of rebellion.
There are people who vote for the Tatars, let alone those who can defeat the Tatars.
What’s more, the Heavenly Holy Army is a member of the Great Yan people.
Wen Rensheng naturally does not need these overly mature scholars, but they can be used to eliminate illiteracy.
It is very difficult to read and write these days. It is better with Xiawang.
Having just arranged some chores, Zhao Han came to see him.
"When are you going to go on an expedition? Do you want to hold back until you are mature?" it asked a little impatiently.
"What are you anxious about? It is easy to conquer the world, but it is difficult to govern the world."
"Wouldn't it be easier to conquer the world and then govern it? It can also make the people suffer less." Zhao Han spoke plausibly. road.
That sounds right.
However, Wen Rensheng’s real purpose is to find and deal with the snake girl, not to simply rule the world.
If you want to defeat the opponent, in this restricted low-level magic script, you need to rely on the unity of the people.
How can we unite as one?
If you rush to conquer the world, all contradictions will become internal contradictions. How difficult is it to unite as one?
So he shook his head and didn't explain anything.
“Humph, you always don’t tell me the truth, but actually I know everything.” Zhao Han left angrily.
(End of this chapter)