The cries were so loud that the refugees who rushed forward staggered, and their hearts seemed to be violently grabbed, causing pain.
"Bao'er, be good, don't cry, don't cry!" Jun Qingcang felt heartbroken when he saw his daughter crying.
His daughter's words just now, and the way most of the people were staggering and kneeling down on one knee, covering their chests, he could guess that this was the fault of his good baby.
Gua Bao'er possesses special skills, which makes Jun Qingcang half happy and half worried.
Fortunately, if Bao'er has such skills, she won't have to worry about others dealing with her. As long as she cries, the gods and ghosts can't get close to her.
What he was worried about was whether Bao'er's skill would cause harm to her.
Jun Qingcang went out to conquer the border when he was a teenager and later captured the beams. In order to stabilize the country, he led his troops to fight for several years. After the border was stabilized, he returned to the court to rebuild the economy.
Over the years, he has seen many strange people and strange things.
However, in folklore, all those who possess extraordinary skills always have a sad fate. Most of them die young or are extremely sick.
"Bao'er, be good, stop crying. Brother Huang is here, and Brother Huang will beat them." Jun Heng heard his sister crying sadly, his eyes were red, he roared, and rushed into the crowd again with a machete.
After all, he was a young man, and his desire to kill was not that serious. Therefore, when he struck, he always used the back of his knife to chop down. Those people either fainted or were injured and retreated. They were afraid of the young man, but they were unwilling to give in.
However, the young and handsome man in front of him was glaring with anger, and there was a power in his hands, as if he was going to smash the person who rushed in front of him in the next moment.
"Stop it!" shouted a loud voice. Not only the rioting people were scared to death, but even Jun Heng was so frightened that he almost dropped his machete.
He stabilized his mind, immediately got up and came to his father's side. Looking at his crying sister, he dropped the machete and reached out, risking the possibility of being slapped to death by his father, and said: "Father, is it my sister?" If you are scared, let me hug you."
Facing the refugees, his father's expression was really eye-catching, that's what Jun Heng thought.
"Well, you hold her first." Jun Qingcang narrowed his eyes at his son, and then handed his daughter to Jun Heng: "I'm protecting Yue'er so well."
Jun Heng immediately nodded seriously.
He knew that if he didn't protect his sister, his father might really slap him to death.
"Everyone, with the people I brought, it will be easy to kill you." Jun Qingcang looked at the refugees who were barely clothed and shivering with cold and skinny bones, and said: "In the past, I was deceived and neglected to treat Concerned about the border, now that I personally patrol the border and see your suffering, I want to solve it. Now it seems that you are determined not to solve it, right?"
"Are you really the emperor?" Among those people, a middle-aged man came out, stared at Jun Qingcang, and said: "His Majesty the Emperor came to this northern border more than ten years ago. At that time, we fought against Mobei. We all gave our best. Full support. I originally thought that changing the emperor would save us from suffering and starvation, but who knows the outcome..."
"I am responsible for the oversight." The emperor's voice deepened.
Ling Yue was crying originally, but when her father shouted loudly, she stopped crying a long time ago. This time, listening to her father's words, her little heart felt warm and happy. !
"Everyone, His Majesty the Emperor is here to solve the border dilemma." Jun Yin stepped forward and said.
"Really give us food?" someone asked.
"Yes, each person can receive three kilograms of millet per day." Jun Qingcang nodded: "As for the grain seeds for the coming year, I will also send people from other cities."
"In this way, we will believe it. As long as we get the food, we will believe it."
These people are very hungry. If there is really food, they will naturally be willing to cooperate.
As a result, a group of people who originally looked very vicious began to relax. They followed Jun Qingcang not far away and headed into the city together.
The people in the city had been prepared for a long time. They were armed with hoes and poles and wanted to rob the caravan coming from the south.
After waiting for a long time, there was no news, but I found that the people who were leading the way out were walking over surrounded by the well-dressed adults.
"Da da da!"
The sound of horse hooves came galloping.
"Who is causing trouble at the city gate?" With a loud shout, a man came to the city gate and got off his horse.
"Yuan Tongtong?" Hei Yuqing shouted.
"You, General Heiyu? It's really you...this, this is..." Yuan Tongtong saw Heiyu at a glance, and then saw Heiyu protecting someone tightly. This person, Yuan Tongtong is a border guard like this. He couldn't see it, but he had already received the express message from the front and knew that the emperor was coming.
Therefore, when he saw this majestic man, he immediately guessed it.
He stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and saluted Yuan Tong: "Yuan Tong, the northern border guard, pays homage to His Majesty and the two princes."
"Where is your general? I remember that I asked the inn to deliver the express report. Why, it was not delivered to your general?" Black Feather asked.
"General Heiyu doesn't know. The general is ill. In this cold winter, the illness comes quickly and he can't get out of bed." Yuan Tong lowered his head and said.
"Oh!" Jun Qingcang lowered his eyes.
"Your Majesty, please follow Wei Chen to the inn to rest. After Wei Chen has served His Majesty, he will report to the general and ask the general to come and pay homage to Your Majesty." Yuan Tongtong said.
"Yuan BuTong, are you a sixth-grade guard?" Jun Yin asked.
"Yes, Weichen Sixth Grade." Yuantong said.
"Well, I saw your leader's report at the Ministry of War in central Beijing. It was well written." Jun Yin said.
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness. I just wrote down what I saw and thought. Thank you for your attention," Yuan BuTong said.
"Yuan BuTong, you and others will set up a platform here at the gate of the city. The food coming in from behind will be brought over in two carts and distributed to the people. The people in the city will be divided according to their heads, and each person will receive three kilograms." Jun Yin said.
"Three kilograms per person. If we distribute this, it is difficult to count the number of people in the entire city. What if they receive more, or...receive more than once?" Yuantong said.
"Where is Chief Li Zheng?" Jun Heng asked.
"I'm afraid it won't be easy for them to do statistics for a while." Yuan Tong shook his head.
"Yuan Tongtong, is this how you usually lead troops in battles?" Jun Qingcang frowned. Some people may look good on the surface, but they are really helpless.
"Your Majesty, there are so many people. Now everyone's eyes are green with hunger. They are really... difficult to deal with." Yuan Tongtong said.
The people around him did not come closer, and when Yuantong spoke, they all lowered their heads.
