"Sir, does the world you are talking about really exist?"
This was the third time that the skinny young man in front of him stopped Huang Daquan, and it was also the third time that he asked the same question.
Huang Daquan did not hesitate this time. He motioned to the students who were surrounding him to ask questions to give them some space, and took a deep look at the young man in front of him.
This young man was admitted into the team after entering the customs. I don't remember the specific group of bandits.
This guy was originally a fortune teller, relying on half a book of I Ching with random annotations to travel around the world.
People in this era should not have the concept of equality. Class division will indeed suppress all the vitality that should be there, but a society with distinct classes is indeed stable.
Therefore, the equality spoken by Huang Daquan impacted the worldview of the half-tongued bastard in front of him.
Huang Daquan is no longer as perfunctory as the previous two times.
He composed himself, and then a sincere light flashed in his eyes, "It really exists! As long as I believe it, it will definitely exist."
What Huang Yi teaches is very complicated.
In the original world, he is not an ordinary guy. Of course, this does not mean that he is one of the best among people.
It's just that he is more inclined to struggle than those who are willing to go with the flow.
Is it a good thing to like to struggle? That's really not necessarily the case. The popularity of the term "Volume King" in recent years shows how much trouble an incorrect effort can cause to everyone.
Huang Yi has a lot of messy knowledge stored in his mobile phone. The knowledge about electricians, masons, and carpenters is saved for the purpose of decorating houses. Gunpowder, firearms, and barefoot doctor's manuals are all used to compete with the experts on major forums. collected at the time. And those great minds…
Now is not the time when you can just talk fast and don't worry about any consequences.
If I exert my efforts in the wrong place, it doesn't matter how my rootless duckweed ends up. What will happen to these people behind them?
Among the several direct disciples, Huang Daquan was the one who grasped the people-centered and people-centered myth the most tightly, and it was Huang Daquan who was the most unwilling to let go.
He is the youngest and most naive.
"If you have been to our base area, you will understand that land to the tiller should not be an unattainable dream. A superior can also be harmonious with his subordinates. There are no slaves or servants in that place. There is dignity. It is the most important link between us.
We fight for the community and for the liberation of the oppressed! "
Huang Daquan paused for a moment, then handed the newly copied book with neat handwriting and fine binding to the fortune teller in front of him.
"Precisely because we want to liberate all the oppressed, we must teach more people to read. As long as everyone is no longer ignorant, everyone will definitely be able to figure out what kind of world is a better one. Everyone will definitely understand our career and are willing to join in it!”
"Read more. Even if you may not be able to follow our team to the end, you can still learn more."
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Liu Yulie was serious. He endured the calm for a while and took a step back. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He felt more and more that Huang Yi had disturbed his recruitment and taken away his credit.
The defensive force led by Huang Dayong has entered Laizhou City. In the imagination of Liu Yulie and his party, the team entering the city has been put into a corrupted state.
Coupled with the fact that the city defense troops integrated into the Xinghe Army would definitely be able to restrain the Xinghe Army, and with the acquiescence of the eunuch Wang Kun, Liu Yulie subconsciously believed that Huang Yi secretly supported their approach.
After all, wouldn’t it be nice to go shopping without using real swords and guns?
So the team that contacted Li Jiucheng and Kong Youde set off.
The immunity gold medal that has already been cast cannot be cast in vain, can it?
It is still the two grievances of Zhu Wannian and Xie Lian, and it is still the absolutist card that symbolizes humiliation in history.
I just don’t know if the accompanying soldiers are similar to those in history except for the two of them.
Li Jiucheng bombarded the Xinghe Army for many days without achieving any results. It was the time when he was at his wits' end. The olive branch extended by Liu Yulie can be described as
It's a pillow given to me when I'm dozing off.
As a veteran oil man, Li Jiucheng has this belief in his heart.
Momentum is the key to winning the battle!
In order to trick Liu Yulie into believing that they were surrendering, the rebels cruelly cut off the ear of a cannon test soldier and then dragged him to the camp.
That must have ruined the momentum! In addition, no matter how fake it is, surrender is still surrender. Therefore, we suffered a defeat in the evening and had to retreat here.
But now, the Xinghe Army, which was forced to retreat by blind cats and mice, appeared from nowhere. They were bombarded every day and dared not even raise their heads.
The direction of Laizhou is so anxious to continue the relationship.
Now, the momentum is stronger on my side!
"We have the advantage in terms of numbers! We have the advantage in terms of firepower! We will detain the officials who came from the state and threaten them later. We still have the advantage in tactics! With such an advantage, how can we lose?
I just want to press Zhu Wannian in front of the battle tomorrow and let him cry a little, wet himself a little more, and kill the gangsters outside the city and inside the city. Then do it in one go! The gold and silver treasures all over the city, and the beautiful young ladies are once again in the pockets of the generals led by our marshal! "
"Hahaha!"
"Follow the commander and you will have meat to eat!"
"The commander is the son of destiny!"
"Don't worry, Commander! I have made arrangements for my subordinates. As soon as you drop the cup, you will hear the roar of filial piety from the entire camp!" "
"Hehehehe, Xinghejun? Are you waiting to be torn into pieces?"
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"Hmph~ Hum hum~" Wang Kun hummed in his tent and walked out of the general's steps. He poked with two fingers of his right hand, facing the lamp on the table.
It's like holding that dazzling light in your hand.
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Huang Dayong and his soldiers started working as soon as they entered the city. The soldiers, who had a high level of knowledge, learned everything very quickly. In this devastated city, there is too much work that needs to be done, and the civilians who are just short of being able to breathe and die are in great need of help.
At night, the soldiers he led camped directly on both sides of the street for the night as Huang Yi ordered.
Never disturb the public!
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In the Xinghe Army camp, the Ming troops who had moved out of the city had just been taught by Huang Dazhi, who had their heads pressed and stuffed like ducks. At this moment, the soldiers of the Xinghe Army were performing a play for them:
Although the people on the stage were all amateurs, their performance was completely emotionless without any skills.
But the people in the audience were still in tears watching it.
"Did you enjoy today's show? It's great. Remember to pack some snacks for tomorrow's patrol!"
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The cavalry of the Xinghe Army separated into several groups and left the camp under the cover of night.
The gunners had already dragged out their own cannons during the half-day lull in artillery fire, and positioned themselves to aim at the muzzles.
Under this pitch-black night.
Every force on the field is ready to make a move!
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