Humane Yongchang

Chapter 202 Disapproval (seeking Monthly Pass for Subscription)
Treetops on the moon.

In the tent of the red-clothed army camp at Xichengmen, Chen Sheng, dressed in military uniform, had dinner with the commanders of the army divisions.

The dinner was very rich, whole chickens, ducks, pieces of pork and mutton bigger than a face...

But I don't know if it's because of the lack of alcohol.

The atmosphere in the account was very dull, Chen Qi said several jokes, and the laughter disappeared in a flash.

Chen Shou and Chen Dao, who were on the left and right sides of Chen Sheng, kept giving Chen Sheng a wink and asking him to say something to boost his morale.

Chen Sheng turned a blind eye and focused on the roast lamb in his hand.

Until a whole leg of lamb fell into his belly, and there was only one bare leg of lamb left on the plate.

Chen Shengcai threw down the meat-cutting knife, grabbed the Chunjun sword beside him, got up and said, "Are you full?"

All the generals threw down the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, raised the Chunjun sword on the food table, and suddenly stood up: "I'm full!"

Chen Sheng turned his head, his eyes swept across the faces of the generals in the tent like a blade, and opened his mouth: "There are many great truths, I won't talk about it!"

"I just ask you, if someone wants to use our Red Army as firewood, do you agree!"

He shouted fiercely with a ferocious face, and there seemed to be a tiger in his throat, every word was breathtaking!

The generals, who had been absent-minded and unwilling to leave one second ago, all of a sudden flushed and shouted angrily, "No, no!"

Chen Sheng grabbed the mutton leg bones from the dinner plate, threw them among the generals, and shouted angrily: "I'll ask you again, some people think that we mud legs are not worthy of being upright and upright, so we should kneel on our knees. They wag their tails under their feet, lick their stinky feet, and ask them to give us a bone to gnaw on, but you agree!"

The generals looked at the bare leg of lamb, only to feel that their face was stepped into the mud, stomping their feet frantically, and for a while, their blood rushed upstream, as if they were about to burst their heads.

"No promise, no promise!"

They screamed desperately with their throats hoarse, their angry voices could be heard in half the camp!

"very good!"

Chen Sheng took a deep breath, but his eyes slowly turned red: "I used to think that if we have soldiers and generals, we have fields and grain, and we have the military exploits that we have won with our lives, we will be able to survive in this troubled world. In the meantime, guard your wife and children, and live a peaceful life!"

"Speaking from the bottom of my heart, as long as the court is willing to treat us as human beings, willing to understand our difficulties a little bit, and willing to give us time to breathe, I don't want to tear my face with the court!"

"Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer!"

"Together with swordsmen, you will die!"

"Taking Brother Paoze's life in exchange for an upright one, it's not worth it or worth it!"

"But they won't!"

"Don't give us a chance to be human!"

"My mother-in-law is sitting on this bullshit Chen Jun, and I'm forcing me to kneel down and be a dog for them!"

"We've all killed Tu Sui in Mengcheng, and they have to force us to go to the front to chop wood for them!"

"They also refuse to understand our difficulties!"

"How difficult is it for us in Chen County? How many villagers and villagers starved to death last year? How many brothers and sisters have been displaced?"

"How many ways have we thought of and how much manpower and material resources have we spent to get a mouthful of rice soup for the hundreds of thousands of villagers in the county?"

"They don't care, they can't see, they don't care!"

"From last year's severe drought to the present, the imperial court has not allocated us a grain of grain, nor has the state government allocated us a grain of grain!"

"Not a single grain!"

"Now if we want to send troops to Dangshan, we still don't give a grain of food!"

He growled one after another like a wounded beast.

Speak to the lower generals.

Tell him to himself.

Such as Chen Qi, Li Zhong, Ji Bu, these old men in red, all of them have red eyes, and their bodies tremble with anger!

Latecomers such as Chen Ying, although not as empathetic as Li Zhong and the others, are equally uneasy!
Because what Chen Sheng said is not only a problem in Chen County, but also a common ill of Kyushu!

Around the handsome tent, more and more red-clothed soldiers gathered.

They tilted their heads and listened quietly.

In everyone's eyes, a little bit of fire lit up.

Chen Sheng clutched his chest and tried to smooth it out, trying to hold back the surging blood in his heart: "The [-] soldiers of the Bolang Army are just [-] to [-] miles to the west!"

"I know you're afraid!"

"It's not just you who are afraid!"

"Actually, I'm afraid too!"

"But I'm afraid it won't solve the problem!"

"Turn over them to solve the problem!"

"Before... I always asked you why!"

"Now, I'm going to ask the people who stepped on our heads and forced us to kneel down as dogs for them, why!"

"Why!"

"Just because our ancestors have been merchants and pawns, gangsters and leaders?"

"Just because their ancestors were all nobles, nobles, and high-ranking clansmen?"

"I don't recognize it!"

"Damn it, I don't even recognize Lao Tzu!"

His eyes were on fire, and he gritted his steel teeth and squeezed a roar from his teeth: "I want to try with a sword, my goddamn noble can't stand my sword!"

"I'm going to take my Red Army to try it out, my goddamn nobility can't stand my army!"

"Either they kill Lao Tzu!"

"If you can't kill me, I will kill them!"

"Fuck the dignitaries!"

He suddenly pulled out the Chun Jun sword, cut off the food table in front of him with one sword, and roared with a savage expression: "The prince and general Xiang Ning is kind!"

The generals under the tent suddenly raised their eyes, blazing fire spewed from their eyes, and desperately squeezed the last bit of strength from their chests, roaring: "The prince and general Xiangning has a kind!"

The many soldiers and soldiers in red who were listening to the outside ear of the handsome tent also raised their heads in unison, the sparks of fire in their eyes became a piece, and they opened their mouths and let out the cry accumulated in the depths of their blood by dozens of generations: "The prince and general Ning has a kind!"

Just eight words, but like a magic spell, it quickly spread throughout the entire red army camp.

Turn downturns and doubts into fuelwood and ignite a raging flame.

Before that, all the ideological education of the Red Army had revolved around what Chen Sheng said.

But why are those sentences scattered, without a central idea, and not sufficient as a program.

Until this time, why did that sentence finally get the answer.

The Red Shirts... finally have a formal program!
Inside the handsome account.

The only two who could barely keep calm, Chen Shou and Chen Dao looked at each other, and then looked at the generals in the tent that seemed to be dancing wildly.

They finally understand why they can only be a good general, but not a good commander!
little time.

The drums blared loudly, and the entire Red Army attacked!

(End of this chapter)