Under the scorching sun.

More than a thousand people were kneeling in the open space in front of the workshop with numb faces.

He stared blankly at the hundreds of soldiers holding sharp swords and shields with alert faces on their faces.

And the three-column green-covered carriage that is not too far away.

No one knows what to do at this time.

No one knows what he is doing at this time.

When they got up at 9 o'clock today to farm, the blood letter posted in front of the door reminded them instinctively of the bad experience they had experienced years ago.

Murano, although I don't know what is written on the paper.

But I instinctively felt panicked.

Especially the brown color on the paper.

They are reminded all the time that it is human blood.

Although the smell is light, for those who have experienced the Huns' invasion, no matter how light it is, it is still a nightmare.

later.

An old man with gray hair came to the village.

The old man claimed that his ancestors had been officials for three generations, and he had been familiar with scriptures since he was a child.

Literary literacy is a piece of cake.

The panicked villagers heard this, as if a drowning man had grabbed a life-saving straw.

At the begging of the villagers.

The grizzled old man frowned and told them the contents of the blood book.

The villagers who learned the contents of the blood letter were even more panicked.

Some people yelled at the bandits for their lawlessness.

Some people angrily cursed the thief for being unfair to him.

Some people ran home crazy, packing their things in a hurry to go to their distant relatives.

As for King Yan?

In the eyes of the villagers, he was a good man.

The fifth uncle who is lame in one leg in the east of the village, leaning on a cane every day these days, always tells everyone in the village that King Xin Yan is a good man.

The new King of Yan has not forgotten these useless old soldiers.

The new King of Yan wants to build a nursing home for them and hire people to take care of them.

If you think about it carefully, your fifth uncle probably hasn't laughed for more than ten years.

Although the villagers are illiterate, they can still tell who is good and who is bad.

How could they curse the new King of Yan just because the bandits killed people?

If they do that, are they still human?

later.

The gray-haired old man told them not to panic.

Just ask the new King of Yan to leave Xialuo City first, so that the gangsters will not continue the massacre.

As long as everyone asks the new Yan King, the new Yan King will definitely make the decision for everyone.

The gray-haired old man said a lot.

The only thing the villagers remember is that if they ask for a new King of Yan, no more villages will be massacred.

Moreover, just kneeling down to pray does not mean to challenge the new King Yan.

The new King of Yan loves his people like his own son and will never blame them.

later.

The villagers followed the gray-haired old man here in a daze.

He knelt down and cried in confusion.

The gray-haired old man stood up and walked towards the soldiers in a daze.

Everything is confused.

Now, the gray-haired old man has not come out.

Who can tell them what they should do now?

Will that group of gangsters continue the massacre?

If there is no massacre, can we go back to harvest crops now?

If it's late and it rains, everything is over.

Just when more than a thousand villagers didn't know what to do.

The soldiers not far away suddenly started to move slowly.

A green-covered carriage pulled by three strong white horses drove slowly behind the soldiers.

As the carriage slowly approached, the numb faces of the thousands of villagers gradually gained a hint of color.

I saw three men standing on the green-covered carriage.

The man on the left is wearing a bright silver armor.

The man on the right wearing blue brocade clothes each holds a shield.

The man in the middle looks good, with a white jade crown on his head.

Wearing a dark jade embroidered dragon gown.

Just from his demeanor and appearance, people would recognize him as the new King of Yan at a glance.

"Your Highness King Yan, help me."

A cry came from nowhere in the crowd.

"Your Highness King Yan, help me."

"Your Highness King Yan, help me."

"Your Highness King Yan, help me."

For a time, more than a thousand villagers cried along with the man in confusion.

On a three-column green-covered carriage.

Xu Yi looked calmly at the dark crowd of kneeling people.

He tilted his head slightly and said, "Bing the gong."

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

After the words fell, the gong sounded again.

It only takes more than ten breaths.

The people who were kneeling and crying spontaneously stopped crying.

A pair of confused eyes focused on Xu Yi again.

Xu Yi waved his hand slightly to signal the soldiers to stop beating the gong.

Wait until the sound of the gong has completely dissipated.

Xu Yi stood on the carriage and faced the people kneeling on the ground.

He reached out and took the large copper speaker from Yang Xianan.

Then he held a large copper trumpet and said loudly: "Fellows and fellow villagers, I am King Yi of Yan! I already know the purpose of your visit."

“Fathers and fellow villagers, please rest assured that Gu will definitely make the decision for you fellow villagers!”

"As long as you are alone! Those gangsters will never be able to make any waves!"

"As long as you are alone! All of you, fellow villagers, will definitely be safe and sound!"

"Fathers and fellow villagers, please get up quickly and don't continue to kneel!"

The words are over.

The more than a thousand people kneeling on the ground all looked at each other in shock.

But soon, several people at the front stood up slowly.
To be continued...