The situation deteriorated very quickly.

It took less than ten days to land from the Japanese from Xiangshan and Ningbo to defeating the Southern Army's garrison and reaching outside Lin'an City.

There were more than 300 miles of road, and there were at least eight local guards along the way. They were defeated in a row within ten days.

The thieves outside the territory entered the land of China and were raging like no one. This reality was like a terrible slap in the face, hitting all the citizens who still had fantasies about the South.

At this time, Lin'an was surrounded. Half a year ago, the last fig leaf that counterattacked the northern country and besieged Yanjing was completely torn off, revealing the lice crawling under the gorgeous outer robe.

Now, everyone has a vague idea in their minds.

This is the southern country.

It's really sucked!

Perhaps, all the brave men in the southern army

They are all dead in Qilu.

There were fewer people on Lin'an Street now. Within fifty miles outside the city, Japanese people spied on them and went to meet the enemy's vanguard. In less than half an hour, they were defeated.

This news cannot be concealed at all.

The timid was trembling at home at this time.

The bold ones were already taking their families and preparing to escape from the north gate, but the city gate was closed, and it was probably impossible for ordinary people to leave.

"Pooh!"

On the street, in the wine shop, a half-drunk man shouted:

"I'm going to kill the Japanese dog! Don't stop me!"

A circle of people around came forward to persuade this person, but the more people were crazy, the more they persuaded him, the louder the voice became.

"Don't be scared by the Zhao family, don't dare to beat him, I'm not afraid!"

"If you have the courage, go out of the city with me and kill a few Japanese dogs and exhale them!"

The man shouted and said that he was also grabbing the firewood and axe at his hand.

While waving, he cursed.

The trouble made everyone around him dare not come forward again, for fear that the guy would not be able to hold the axe in his hand and chop him down.

"Pooh!"

He spat again, probably because he thought it was boring to scold the Japanese dog. He felt that it was so bold that he drank a lot of wine and said loudly:

"I think this southern country is going to be over."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the wine shop on the side of the road was shocked. Those with a brain immediately understood the account and ran away from the back door. More people had not yet reacted.

Been drunk.

In this way, he couldn't control what he should have said and what he shouldn't have said. As a result, the old man was still not satisfied and all kinds of dirty words came out, so anxious that the shopkeeper wanted to pick up the stool and smash it on his head.

If you want to die, die, don’t take others with you.

As a result, this good thing didn't happen, and the bad thing came. Less than half a stick of incense was less than half. A team of constables surrounded the entire wine shop. The leader, a headman with an ugly face, walked into the door with a knife. The fastest update is computer terminal::/

A cold glance.

The remaining few in the wine shop stood up tremblingly, and on the edge of the table, there was an old man and a young man still sitting there.

The headmaster ignored them.

He shouted:

"Who said just now that the South Country is about to be finished?"

"Swish"

Everyone's eyes fell on the drunk guy.

The latter was so scared that his body trembled when the captain shouted, and he didn't dare to get the axe on his hand.

"Haha, I have some courage."

The headmaster took a few steps forward, pulled out half of the knife from his waist, and the cold light splattered everywhere, scaring the drunkard so much that he woke up. With a plop, he knelt on the ground.

"I don't mean that, I, I love the South, I'm afraid of it."

"bass"

Before he finished speaking, the knife in front of him was half pulled out.

The bright blade reflects a terrified face.

"There are thieves outside the city to spy on it. You dare to spread evil words in the city! This is to rebel!"

The headmaster sneered.

A constable came up immediately behind him.

"You and others are all those who are plotting against rebels, arrest them! Take them back to the yamen and interrogate them very much! This place of plotting against rebels has been smashed!"

At the command of the captain, someone lifted the wine jar and threw it to the ground.

A harsh sound mixed with the turbulent wine.

The wine smelled so strong, but everyone was in danger. The shopkeeper wanted to stop him from being smashed. He was beaten and kicked by several men. Some people rushed into the counter with a swearing, smashed the lock, and put a handful of broken silver in his arms.

Noisy, begging for mercy, screaming.

Make a good wine shop like a slaughterhouse that slaughters pigs and sheep.

It's up to this point.

Anyone who understands it has seen through it, these officials and families should take this opportunity to make profits, and as for what they rebel or not.

Who has ever seen a real rebellion and even a drunkard who can't control his mouth?

But the hat was too big, and even the onlookers on the street dared not speak out. If they were beaten into a rebel party, the whole family would be finished.

"Well, this is, you, rich, polite, self-proclaimed, orthodox, the southern country? Today, we will gain knowledge."

The edge of a messy wine shop.

You Wuming looked at the few men who were forced to come over with a grin, and he looked at the old man who didn't say a word.

The knife was still moving, just moving a few fingers. How could I use it to deal with these guys? And a few guys who were sneering and ruthless, I still don’t know that they are going to hell.

"The same is true in the North, the Western Regions, and the whole world."

The old man ignored this noisy place and said hoarsely:

"Not to mention now, although the Great Chu Dynasty was generally peaceful and peaceful, it was still the same. All things in the world were like framers, repairing and maintaining them.

Don't take action, I'll do it."

The old man stood up and glanced at the knife at You Wuming's hand.

Instructed:

"Put your knife away.

I don’t want to see that there will be another bloody disaster in this messy Lin'an city.”

You Wuming shrugged indifferently.

He really has no interest in killing people, and he is too lazy to deal with these things, let alone seeing injustice and helping each other.

Although the captain is a totally bad guy, he is right. It is true that this drunkard is drunk and talks nonsense, and he is also responsible for his duties.

As for the wine shop owner.

Poor is pitiful, but who can't live for a lifetime?

No matter how miserable it is, it is so miserable that it is the Seven-Secret Sect Demon Soldier?

As long as he doesn't come to provoke him, he likes to smash and smash, and he likes to grab, the bad-tempered old man also said, "How many people can he help in the whole world?"

Several men couldn't scare the old man and the young man in front of him.

So he rolled up his sleeves and planned to get hard.

The old man stood up with a cough. When he saw them pounced over, he lifted up his robe, kicked them all over the ground, vomiting blood, rolling in pain.

This scene immediately calmed the messy wine shop.

The headmaster was about to speak when he saw the old man throwing something over. It was cold to buy it, like a jade, which was very beautiful. Is it filial piety?

He took it in his hand and just glanced at it, and felt his hair standing on his body.

With a plop, the majestic head arrested kneeling to the ground.

Shivering.

Kneeling and trembling.

"I'm still holding a knife. I'm going to chop me up and show off my power?"

Zhao Lian coughed and said.
To be continued...