The three County Governor Manor's mandarins pasted a notice at the entrance. Other than those 'Obedient to the Heavens, The Emperor's edict' and other grandiose statements, the first paragraph was written clearly in black and white!

"In this expedition to the south, our emperor ordered w.a.n.g Xiang Tian to stand shoulder to shoulder as marshal, leading one hundred thousand men from the Western Lion Country to the south. Within three months, the bandit that destroyed the bullets will be killed!"

The moment they saw this piece of news, a total of several hundred thousand citizens from the three counties seemed to have exploded at the same time. The sounds of discussions, exclamations, and cheers were like the simultaneous sounds of war drums, shaking the heavens!

"What!?" This time, the one who is fighting in the south is the King of Shoulder.

"Heavens! It's actually King Jian!"

"It's the war G.o.d of our Wind Cloud Country!"

"Heavens, the War G.o.d is here. Our three countries in the South Sea can be saved!" The Emperor is magnanimous and the heavens are merciful! "

"We're saved! We're saved! Haha!"

For the first time, the citizens of the three counties, who had experienced countless life and death situations, laughed out loud. They laughed with tears in their eyes. It was the smile of someone who was about to be reborn, tears of emotion!

Without needing to use the painstaking efforts of the officials in the city to solemnly vow that these words, 'side by side with King Xiang Tian', were enough to calm the hearts of the people. Moreover, they were unwavering in their determination.

Those scattered amongst the crowd, some dressed just like the people in the city, men and women immediately looked at each other secretly and communicated.

In front of the County Governor's Manor's entrance in Nanze County City, a young scholar jumped over the crowd and shouted at the top of his lungs. He took the lead to voice his doubts!

The people in the city who were overjoyed were stunned when they heard this. The commoners who were about to leave also stopped in their tracks and turned to look at the young man.

A grey-haired old man asked while the other citizens looked at him in confusion.

"Fellow villagers, let me ask you this: if King Jian is truly as powerful as the legends say, what war G.o.d is one hundred victories in a hundred battles? Why didn't he come when our three counties were sunk by fire and water dozens of years ago?"

"He arrived late just when all the complaints were about the people being displaced and the bandits being unscrupulous. Can't you tell whether he's here to destroy the bandits or to put on an act and calm the hearts of the people?"

When the young man said those words, the entire crowd was stunned. The commoners looked at each other, unable to utter a single word.

"This is only one of them. The other is, even if he, the King of Side, truly did win a hundred battles, using troops like a G.o.d, that was in the northwest and southwest of Wind Cloud Country. Every battle was fought on land."

"However, these bandits are all elites in naval warfare. They are shoulder to shoulder in arms. They can move about on land, and fight for hundreds of battles to become G.o.ds. However, if they reach the sea, how can the hooves of the Western Coldsteel Cavalry trample on the enemy?" The king's flag that he was shoulder to shoulder with? "Can it still be stuck in the bow of the s.h.i.+p?"

At this point, the youth put on a sorrowful and indignant expression that was filled with worry for the country and the people, and said in a low voice.

As the youth saw the subtle changes in everyone's eyes, he thought to himself that the time was ripe. Suddenly, he raised his arms and shouted!

"We cannot sit still and wait for death. We have to resist to the end. Let the imperial government withdraw their troops, let the county governor send his men to lead the way. Withdraw from the three counties and give us a chance to survive!"

When the youth spoke to this point, his voice was already impa.s.sioned and spittle was flying. He rolled up his long sleeves and raised his fists to the sky.

In order to let everyone see it more clearly, he climbed up a few steps. On the head of a stone lion in front of County Governor Manor, he raised his arm and shouted!

"Fight to the end! Get the imperial government to withdraw their troops! Tell the county governor to open up his depot and contribute money to give us a chance to survive!"

However, after he shouted out seven or eight times, only a few people in the crowd followed him and shouted. Moreover, all of them were his companions. The youth was immediately surprised.

Just as the youth was puzzled, an old man suddenly walked out from the crowd. He had a head full of white hair and was leaning on a walking stick.

The young man thought that the old man was infected by his speech and was a fan who had come to support him. He immediately revealed a kind smile and said pa.s.sionately.

"Great sir, you are also a protesting citizen. Don't worry, as long as we all unite, we will be able to get the imperial government to withdraw their troops and the imperial guards to open up a reserve for the citizens. "Come, shout with me."

However, in the next moment, the old man who had not spoken a single word suddenly let out a strange shout from his throat!

The next moment, without any forewarning, that old man actually spat out a mouthful of sticky yellow phlegm.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

When the youth finally reacted, he felt an indescribable feeling rush up his head. He gave a strange cry as his feet slipped and he fell from the stone lion's body, falling to the ground!

The young man landed heavily on the ground, ignoring the pain as he continuously clutched his throat and retched in an attempt to spit out the thick phlegm. However, it was to no avail as he roared in anger!

"You old b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you must be tired of living!"

When the st.u.r.dy old man who shot down the youth heard this, not only did he not fear the youth, he stuck out his chest, pointed at the youth's nose, and excitedly cursed!

"You little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, who allowed you to spout such nonsense and bewitch people? Do you know who the Shoulder King is? He is the war G.o.d of our Wind Cloud Country!"

Do you know that the barbarian invasion in the north and the 'Great War of the Ten Kingdoms' that almost destroyed the entire Windcloud Nation?

The old man said in an excited and hoa.r.s.e voice: "If it weren't for the fact that the prince had led the Snow Wolf cavalry to the north for thousands of miles and then fought it out to the death, retreating the barbarians from the north."

"Later on, the combined army of one million Blood Slaughter troops was able to cause the ten countries' allied armies to collapse, make them lose their morale, frighten the world, and pacify the ten countries! Our Wind Cloud Country has long been gone! "

"If it weren't for the presence of Prince, these animals who forget their ancestors and commit treason would have already died a long time ago. They would have already been trampled upon by the armies of the ten countries."

"You don't have the guts to question the Prince and our war G.o.d. Today, I'll slap your kid's face on behalf of your parents!"

Seeing that the old man really wanted to make a move, his eyes suddenly revealed a vicious light. He reached out his hand and grabbed the old man's walking stick. The young man grinned evilly and was about to stand up to deal with the old man.

However, before he could stand up, he suddenly heard countless people shouting like a tsunami!

"d.a.m.n it, even the prince dares to slander us, let's beat him to death!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

For a moment, countless people surged towards the youth like a tide. The youth didn't even have the time to stand up before being deeply smashed into the ground with his fists and feet.

The companions of the youth in the crowd, upon seeing these civilians, madly ganged up and beat up the youth, as if they had gone mad.

He had to admit that the power of wors.h.i.+p was strong. In the older generation's hearts, they especially experienced the Northern barbarian invasion.

Xiang Tian's wors.h.i.+p of him had already reached its peak. He had become the G.o.d in the hearts of the entire nation. Even if he had done wrong, they would still accept him willingly, not to mention that he had personally come to save them.

Actually, many years ago, the people of the three counties had been hoping that Xiang Tian would lead troops to rescue them. As time pa.s.sed, this hope did not diminish, but instead grew stronger and stronger.

He had been looking forward to it day and night. Finally, this day had arrived!

And this youth who came from who knows where actually dared to slander him in public at this moment. This War G.o.d, who had an extremely high status in the hearts of the people, naturally provoked the wrath of the crowd.

The same scene had occurred in the other two counties. Inside the city, there were people trying to discredit Xiang Tian and incite the citizens to rebel.

Therefore, as soon as Xiang Tian's army had arrived five kilometers away from Binzhou City, the commoners of the city had already rushed out of the city to welcome them. In their hands were all kinds of village specialties that they pa.s.sionately wanted to give to the soldiers.

However, Xiang Tian's military discipline was extremely strict. Not a single person within the hundred thousand soldiers of the Western Cold Army accepted gifts from the commoners. They rushed all the way to Binzhou City without stopping.

On the road, the army had only stopped once because on the public road, a carriage that was moving in the same direction as the army — going from north to south — had crashed into an ox cart filled with fruits and fruits driven by an old farmer.

Originally, when such a thing happened, the soldiers in front would immediately take care of it. They cleared the path and let the great army advance forward. Even if there were conflicts between the two sides, they could still deal with it later.

However, the situation this time was different. The person who got knocked over was a fat person. He wore extravagant clothing, and had a tall hat on his head.

However, the old farmer was even more muddled than the rich man. He didn't want the rich man to return the shattered fruits to him. Not only that, he had to pay him back in the same way.

The old farmer said that these were brought by him to the soldiers of the Western Cold Army who had come to suppress the bandits.

Naturally, the rich man was unwilling. The old farmer sat on the ground and cried for people to judge him!

This was the first time that the soldiers leading the army had encountered such a situation. They didn't know what to do and had wanted to directly carry away the rich man and the old man.

However, the old farmer was driving a cart full of melon fruits. He was originally there to welcome them, and now, he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

The latter actually gave the order directly, "Go and take care of the owner and the old farmer on the spot!"