The shouts of curses on the street were loud!
What was supposed to be a quiet night was actually as noisy as a vegetable market. The people who originally wanted to rest couldn't sit still and poured into the streets to watch the excitement.
The people who came later still held torches or lanterns, and now it was brightly lit near Baihusuo.
Li Yuanzhao looked at this scene in surprise, his heart tightening.
Then he looked at Meng Weimin, who stood behind the people and occasionally gave passionate speeches, and his eyelids twitched twice.
Damn it! It's obviously just an embroidered pillow, but how can it incite the people so much? Has Lao Fang poisoned him?
Right now, the only hope of winning lies in the fans and soldiers dressed in Qiao Zhuang.
Among the people who are unanimously facing the outside world, there is obviously a disharmonious force that is pushing in against the trend.
Fang Zheng glanced at the crowd and realized what was happening.
Asked: "His Royal Highness ordered people to disguise themselves as common people in order to conduct a sneak attack?"
Li Yuanzhao was agitated and saw that his little plan was ruined. He glared angrily and said, "So what! I've already come here, do you still want to go out and talk nonsense?"
"Haha, of course not. If I don't say anything, let's see what happens next."
Upon hearing this, Li Yuanzhao suddenly felt uneasy, but he suppressed his anxiety and looked at the crowd.
Dongchang Fanzi and Fenwuying were still trying hard to insert the crickets into the pupae, and the people around them were already yelling and cursing.
"Damn it, stop fucking pushing! It hurts!"
"Do you have the quality? You're going against the grain, you're going against the grain. The gangsters from Dongchang are outside!"
Meng Weimin, standing behind the crowd, also found clues. Out of professionalism, he immediately shouted: "Don't crowd, everyone! Don't crowd. We'll see you one by one later! Don't let any stampede happen. Pay attention to your quality!"
The people agreed enthusiastically and began to consciously adjust the order.
The fans still squeezed in regardless.
A newly established Jinyiwei is standing on the head of Dongchang and shitting in just a few days?
If you don’t destroy the hundred households today, how can you survive in the future?
Many people struggled to push away the crowd, and with a handful of brute force, they began to gradually move inward...
Thirty meters...twenty-five meters...ten meters...
At this point, progress suddenly stalled!
The closer you get to the core, the more fanatical the people seem to be.
Seeing that no matter how hard he tried, he could squeeze in, the people around him became angry.
He yelled, "Fuck! Why are you squeezing, you son of a bitch! Who doesn't want to see Meng Daxia? Don't you see the people from Dongchang are here?"
"What if he gets hurt?"
"That's it, which regiment are you from? Why haven't I seen you?"
"I haven't seen it either. He must have sneaked in!"
Fanzi suppressed his anger and said: "I like Meng Daxia, I want to see Meng Daxia!"
"You said you like it if you like it? Let me ask you, fly bravely for the people, what's the next sentence?"
"..."
Fanzi's face turned purple and he cursed in his heart.
damn it! Do I know what the next sentence is? These people must be full and full!
"No... don't know."
After saying "I don't know," the surrounding people immediately cast mocking glances, and many people cursed: "The next sentence is fans will always be with you, you fake fan, get out!"
"Get out of here, fake fan!"
fan? What the hell are you a fan? Isn’t that what you eat?
Fanzi was about to cry but had no tears, and explained helplessly to everyone. I still wanted to squeeze in, but as soon as I moved forward a little, I was quickly pushed and pushed by a group of people, who glared at me at the same time.
The situation of other people is probably similar.
The keen leader had discovered the clues and shouted: "There is a traitor! There is a traitor! They want to sneak in, please don't let people squeeze in, and maintain order! Find them all!"
The elite soldiers of Fenwu Camp and Dongchang Fanzi are still facing serious "torture" from their core fans.
"Eat and drink well for the people, what's the next sentence?"
"I don't know! Stop asking, let me meet Meng Weimin, thank you all! Thank you so much!!"
An elite soldier from Fenwu Camp faced the encirclement and let out a desperate cry.
"You're the traitor. Are you from Dongchang in disguise trying to sneak in?"
"Hey! Isn't this Tieniu? Aren't you a soldier outside? Lao Liu, your son is here!"
Suddenly there was a sudden shout from the crowd. They were all neighbors, and they all knew each other very well.
Upon hearing that a soldier had sneaked in, the crowd's alertness suddenly increased by two levels!
A group of people began to point fingers at Tieniu.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you kid didn't study hard since you were a child! You don't have the right mind when you become a soldier!"
"Okay, Tieniu! I still want to introduce you to a wife, forget it!"
An old man slowly came over, and when he saw that it was his son, he pointed at his nose and cursed: "Beast! Aren't you outside the city? You haven't been home for two months, and you are pretending to be a fan here!"
Tieniu, who had already been ruined, saw his own father suddenly appear in front of him, and he felt like he was seeing a savior: "Dad! Business! It's all business. Let me in quickly. I'll tell you when I go home later."
"Go in? Damn you! You're a fake fan. You've been away from home all year. When you come back, you'll do such a shameful thing for me!" Old Man Liu patted his knees and said sadly: "Last month, Jin Yiwei gave a gift to our neighbor. Eggs, rice. How shameless are you to go against Jin Yiwei!"
"How can you behave like a father if you ask him to?"
Tieniu cried out sadly: "Dad! This is a drill, a drill! Let me in quickly...please everyone."
"Shut up! I don't have a son like you. People say that Dongchang is jealous of Jinyiwei and wants to take the opportunity to cause trouble. Do you think I don't know anything when I'm old?" Old Man Liu's eyes were full of sorrow, and he fell to the ground and cried, "The door of the house Unfortunately, the family is unlucky!"
When people around him saw this, they enthusiastically tried to persuade him.
"Forget it, forget it, old Liu, don't cry. It's okay for young people to make mistakes."
"Yes, I have the ability to have another one.
Seeing the disguised traitors being chased out one by one, Fang Zhengyi felt silly and happy.
That is to say, the entertainment industry is underdeveloped. Only by giving some small favors on weekdays and finally crazy publicity can we achieve the results we have today.
I didn’t expect there to be so many middle-aged and elderly fans!
After today's actual battle, I feel confident.
The scene is a bit messy, and it will need to be sorted out in the future to transform into a professional operation, but now Dongchang’s defeat has been decided!
Looking at Li Yuanzhao next to him, he stood beside him silently with his head lowered, his body trembling slightly.
"Lao Fang... This is the first time I have led troops to fight... Why is this..."
When Fang Zheng saw this, he was about to step forward to offer some words of comfort. Unexpectedly, Li Yuanzhao punched him with his fist and shouted:
"Fuck! Damn... you deserve to be damned, damn you!... It's more uncomfortable than fucking killing me! Ugh..."
Cried.
A big old man was so angry that he cried.
Fang Zheng almost laughed out loud, and quickly reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort him: "Your Highness, this is the first time, it's okay. It will be fine next time."
"Woooo..."
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