This is a great opportunity to make a name for yourself!

No matter what happened today, no matter whether it was in the banner or the clan, no one would raise their thumbs up and shout: "You have the guts!"

Once his reputation spreads, Yong Ling will be considered a figure in the clan from now on!

"Are these people really not afraid of death?"

Seeing the crowd rushing over again, Enming couldn't help but ask Jin Jian next to him.

He was very surprised why these clan members did not even dare to go to war, but they dared to be so bold and even utter arrogant words in front of the general king.

Jin Jian smiled bitterly: "These men don't know how evil our general Wang is. If you knew, the security guard would run faster than a rabbit."

"That's right, there is no one darker than our prince in this world."

Enming nodded in agreement, which he himself is the best proof of.

"Listen to the people on the other side, if you dare to go forward, you will be treated as a rebel and you will be shot without mercy!"

Baozhu had not received the order to take action from His Excellency the President for a long time. He was very anxious and kept looking at the injured President behind him.

His shouting failed to make the surging clan disciples hesitate at all. Instead, he walked faster. He looked at Baozhu and his officers and soldiers with extremely contemptuous and disdainful eyes, as if these servants were as worthless as ants.

The human heart is a two-way street.

Someone else took the lead, but as the distance got closer and closer, some clan members still felt panicked. After all, in front of them were fire blunderbuss and strong bows that could kill people.

Yongda was afraid that the crowd would be frightened and disperse, so he hurriedly shouted: "Don't be afraid, everyone, our surname is Aixinjueluo. There are so many people here, even if the emperor comes, he won't dare to do anything to us!"

The implication is to move forward boldly and not dare to shoot even if the opponent has ten more courages.

Yong Ling also cheered for the crowd. At the same time, he wanted to see where the Japanese soldier Liu, whom he and his men often beat in alleys when he was a child, was, but was blocked by the soldiers on the opposite side and could not be seen at all.

It was different when someone cheered them up. The crowd started shouting, and those who were not afraid of death were naturally not afraid. Those who had doubts became more confident after listening to their encouragement, and the crowd pressed towards the camp gate like a huge wave.

No matter how domineering and lawless Guiziliu is, he can't just kill the clan members like them in broad daylight!

Everyone has the same idea. They firmly believe that as long as they continue to be brave, the final victory will belong to them.

They must also be brave.

Because life is precious!

As children of the Qing royal family, they were born to enjoy life. How could they fight against thieves like ordinary people?

The Qing Dynasty was brought down by their ancestors. For the sake of the Han people's prosperity, their ancestors suffered all the hardships in the world.

Isn’t it just to let our children and grandchildren enjoy wealth forever?

If they are allowed to suffer the same things as their ancestors, what's the point of their ancestors' sacrifices and sufferings!

Then a gunshot was heard.

After the gunshot, a figure staggered and fell to the ground.

Yong Ling, whose face was spattered with blood, stared blankly at Yong Da, who was wailing in pain on the ground. He was so shocked that he almost flew away. Then he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears: "Yong Ling, is that you?"

Not me, not me...

Yong Ling instinctively turned his body back, but his ears were filled with the sound of blunderbuss and the whistling of arrows.

When the smoke cleared, Yong Ling found that he was still standing, but the crowd around him fell like waves of wheat blown by the wind.

He was the only one standing there alone for several feet in radius.
Chapter completed!