Meng Chang gritted his teeth and looked at everyone standing here. He Wuji, Tan Pingzhi, Wei Yongzhi, Xiang Jing, Sun Chu, Yu Qiujin, and almost everyone who joined the army together back then, now looked the same. Staring at him, he sighed: "What can I do? I have seniors and juniors, and I have to eat. With the Beifu Army gone, I can't just farm at home for the rest of my life. You are soldiers. If you don't fight, you have to fight. I want to go home and farm, but I have literary talent and can be an official. I also think that if I can become a high official, I can take care of all my brothers later. I, Meng Chang, have never been a person who forgets his love and his righteousness!"
Liu Yi smiled slightly: "You are willing to come today, which proves that you are not a heartless person. I am very happy. However, you have seen the wrong person. Huan Xuan is definitely not a hero who can rely on his future. Let me tell you the truth. , I mentioned it to Liu Mai, but he was mainly out of his own jealousy. He was afraid that you would give Huan Xuan important positions and take away his status, so he made things difficult for you. If Huan Xuan really has the heart of a scholar, How could he not give you an official position just because of his words?"
Meng Chang gritted his teeth: "That's all, I can see clearly this time. Only our Beifu Army and our Jingkou guys are the real brothers who have died, and everything else is empty. Xile, you are secretly here today. Gathering everyone together, why?”
Liu Yi smiled slightly and turned to look at Shanshen Temple: "He is the one who summoned us to come!"
Meng Chang and Zhuge Changmin's expressions changed. They looked at the temple door and saw a tall and burly figure slowly walking out of the shadows. His eyebrows were as thick as knives and his beard was like thorns. Could it be Liu Yu?
Zhuge Changmin was almost crying. He stepped forward and put his hand on Liu Yu's strong arm, his voice choked with sobs: "Jinu, jinu, my family property, my family property, is gone, all gone." Yes."
Thinking of this, he was inexplicably sad, and finally couldn't help it and cried loudly.
Liu Yu patted his back gently and whispered: "I will come back, Changmin, I promise you, I will come back."
Zhuge Changmin nodded vigorously, let go of his hand, and began to wipe away his tears. While wiping away, he said sheepishly: "I made everyone laugh. I just, I just couldn't control my emotions at the moment."
Liu Yu's eyes swept over everyone's faces, and he said solemnly: "Everyone, when I joined the Beifu Army, I just wanted to make meritorious deeds on the battlefield, to conquer the Hulu in the north, to gain fame and wealth, to settle down my wife and children in the world, and to have a good name. Yu Qingshi. In fact, in the past twenty years, we have fought bloody battles, licked the blood with our swords, and tried our best. We are worthy of our country, our hearts, and even more worthy of the Beifu Army. Every one of us Jingkou men is iron-clad. hero!"
Everyone nodded and said loudly: "Yes, we are all Jingkou heroes!"
Liu Yu said seriously: "What has happened in the past two years should make all of us understand one thing. Even if we are all like dragons, we have to stick together. As long as we spread out, we will be defeated one by one. , Feel free to tease! The reason why Beifu Army is Beifu Army and the reason why Jingkou guys are Jingkou guys is not because we are better than others individually, but because we are united. We can think together with intention and work together with strength, and in the end we can achieve great things. !”
"And the reason why we have become this virtuous over the past year or so is that our hearts are not aligned, that we are no longer united! Some people think about the Northern Expedition and make achievements, some people think about living and working in peace and contentment, some people think about being civil servants, Some people are attached to aristocratic families and want to make friends with powerful people. But they forget our fundamentals. That is, we are all soldiers, we are all Qiu Ba! Only if we are united together, only if we are the Beifu Army, each of us has value, and we will not give If you bully someone, you won’t tear them apart!”
Liu Yi said without hesitation: "Jin Nu said it well. When we first joined the army, we thought very simply, that is, to achieve military exploits, get an official title, and then we can honor our ancestors and return to our hometown with honor. But as we fight, the battles There are more and more people, and our status is getting higher and higher, and our thoughts have also changed. Just like what the slave said just now, some people want to be promoted, some want to get rich, some want to make friends with aristocratic families, and some want to rely on powerful people. Yes, that's true. It’s just us, one by one, in the end we became distraught, no longer united, and forgot our roots as military commanders. This is how we intimidated and lured others, and we defeated them one by one. Now everyone is back to the people in their thirties and forties. We still have to go home and farm, is this what we want?"
The crowd was excited, and everyone raised their arms and shouted: "No, no, no!"
Liu Yu smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Today, Xile, I, and Wuji called everyone here. Thank you very much for coming here at this time. I read you right. You are still the same as when you first joined the army. Brother, here today, I don’t want to talk about anything else, I only want to do one thing, and that is to establish our own organization of the Jingkou Qiu Ba, the Jing Ba Party!”
Except for Liu Yi and He Wuji, everyone's expressions changed. They thought they were summoned today to prepare for rebellion, but they did not expect that Liu Yu wanted to form an organization.
Tan Pingzhi frowned: "Jinu, can you explain this matter? What kind of Beijing Eighth Party?"
Liu Yu smiled slightly: "It is a party organized by our Jingkou Qiu Ba. Their high-ranking family can form a mafia. We martial men in Jingkou can also form a Jingba Party. This matter is between me and Xile. Ji thought about it for a long time and made it after repeated discussions. This organization has no other requirements, only two points. First, it must be from Jingkou, a fellow villager in our hometown, who knows the basics. Second, everyone must join the army and cannot imitate those aristocratic families. Disciples, I hate the military, are alienated from the soldiers, and think about romance. Those are things that can only corrupt people. Since ancient times, only when you have a strong army and a strong horse can you be the emperor. Only by joining the army can you join the Eighth Party in Beijing! Those disciples of high-ranking families don't look down on us. Are these stinky and sweaty Qiu Ba? Okay, let’s build a Jingba Party to show them! They have had a world of aristocratic families for long enough, what we want is a world of martial arts!"
Wei Yongzhi laughed: "That's good. We seek fame on the battlefield, and it should be the same in the future. Those high-ranking families lost power because they lost control of the army. Whoever has the handle of the sword can truly own it. The world."
Liu Yu nodded: "But the fall of dynasties in the past is because people with sword handles and armies want to have power. In the end, they attack each other and kill each other. This is no better than our annual Jingkou fighting competition." , It’s just a fight with fists and kicks, it can’t hurt anyone. If the army is in hand, if there is a fight, there will be blood for thousands of miles and millions of corpses. Haven’t we learned enough lessons from the tragic situation of our Jin Dynasty in recent years?”
