The Red House starts from Liaodong

Chapter 171 The Blood Book

Things are easy to look at, but hard to do.

Even if Tang Qing'an stood on the shoulders of his predecessors, Jinzhou didn't mention it, even if the court impeached him, even the generals of the barbarians, and even the sweat of the barbarians.

No one would argue that the Golden State general is a wizard.

Only Tang Qing'an knew that he was not a genius, but just an ordinary little "fish" who jumped across the water in a long river of history and took a few glances.

Guerrilla guerrilla.

In the end, it was indeed a gratifying achievement, which made Jinzhou's civil and military officials, soldiers and common people very proud.

But this feat was forged by countless soldiers and Liao people with their flesh and blood.

It's a spirit.

A spirit worth singing about.

New drama, the latest new drama.

The responsible officials waited anxiously for the general's decision.

"very good."

Tang Qing'an laughed.

Hearing the general's reply, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even the actors looked at the general excitedly.

From the beginning of ten consecutive rejections by the general, to the present one pass.

Everyone understood the general's intentions.

This spirit needs no packaging.

because.

It's not because of propaganda that this spirit came into being.

this spirit.

Not spoken.

No matter how loud the slogan is, no matter how superb the acting skills are, they cannot deduce this spirit.

Because of the existence of this spirit.

Only when the common people saw it and were in it can they arouse people's sympathy.

Otherwise, it's just a castle in the air, it sounds good.

There is no such spirit.

It's just empty-handed propaganda.

After listening to it and watching it, people will twitch their mouths and pass it with a smile.

Now with this spirit, it is worth and must be publicized.

All over the Golden State.

More and more soldiers on the front line have taken turns to return home.

After half a year, Iron Man couldn't bear it.

More and more sergeants withdrew from the front to repair, had a big vacation, and returned to their respective homes.

They can go home without thinking, but the generals can't let go of their inner worries.

The whistle officers and captains often get together to talk about the gossip in Golden State today.

"It's obvious. Now that there are so many people in the whole army, it's nothing more than laying off someone."

The sentinel and the captain, who live in Shijing, got together to chat before the performance started on the stage.

New dramas have gradually emerged in various places, and I heard that they are very good-looking. They are a group of people who have been rotated by the teams in front of them, and the last few groups have returned to recuperate.

I often hear the returning comrades talking about this new play, and they are so envious, they have long wanted to come and see what it is.

The play hasn't started yet, and there are indeed a lot of people.

I thought they had come early, but there was no place to stay in front of the stage, and the high ground in the distance was also full of people.

On the contrary, there is still a lot of vacant positions in the middle of neither forward nor backward.

The captains of this group of sentinels are worried about their future.

I am afraid that the general will decide to cut the army, but I also understand the general's concerns. Food and grass cannot be changed out of thin air. This is an obvious fact.

"Dangdangdang."

……

The stage finally kicked off.

Nothing.

These military officers who had just returned home were a little disappointed when they saw the beginning on the stage.

I feel that what the former colleagues said is a bit bragging.

So I started chatting, and my attention was not on the stage.

There are quite a few people who feel the same way as them, and they feel that they are not as good-looking as those who sing operas.

……

"Speak or not?"

Outside Shijing's stage, there are huge crowds of people.

on the table.

The actors dressed up as barbarians vividly played the fierce and evil spirits of the Manchus, which made the people in the audience feel terrified.

This gradually drew back some people's interest.

Because it is very similar.

Indeed.

It feels like what's happening around you.

The barbarians drew out their knives one after another.

Chased the guerrillas all the way and lost their tracks, but there were wounded in the guerrillas, so it was impossible to keep up with the troops so easily.

According to their knowledge of the local area, there must be wounded guerrillas placed in the village.

Wherever the guerrillas passed, the slave owners in the village would be publicly executed.

So the barbarians have no information.

At this moment.

An actor dressed as a woman came out and sang.

In a flat voice, he sang about the humiliation suffered by Liaomin's family.

It just sang the truth.

No need for packaging, no fancy accents.

Rise with a flat belt.

Unremarkable.

If it is placed in the pass, not many people may be willing to watch it.

But very strange.

It's just such boring lines and singing, extremely simple.

Among the common people in the audience, many women wiped away their tears, and there were also the elders who lowered their heads so that no one would see them, fearing that people would laugh at the elders and cry.

But who would laugh at them?

The group of military officers just now also gradually stopped talking, and everyone couldn't help staring at the stage, forgetting the previous worries.

The female actors on the stage finished singing and retreated into the crowd.

The barbarian soldiers killed five or six people in a row, scaring the people on the stage to retreat one after another, but still no one stood up.

The barbarian narrowed his eyes and pointed to a child in the crowd.

Immediately, a group of barbarians rushed over and pulled out the child who was under cover in the crowd.

"Whose child? If you say it, I will spare him. If you don't say it, I will kill him."

An old child came out to intercede for his grandson, and the general had a pleasant face.

"Old man, tell me quickly, I will never hurt you as long as I have that Zhou soldier. If you tell me, I will reward you with all the money."

The barbarian was completely different from before, as if he was a different person.

"If you are afraid of Zhou Bing's revenge in the future, I will take your whole family back to Shenyang to ensure that your family has no worries about food and clothing."

The old child shook his head.

"My son was killed by you, and my daughter-in-law hanged herself. It's just me and this grandson, what are we going to do in Shenyang?"

The barbarian told the benefits of going to Shenyang.

"I can't go, I can't go, here is the root, how can I leave the root."

The lines are really rude.

The officials in the audience shook their heads.

They suggested to the general to package their lines, but the general rejected it, and they replied that they only need to show the truth.

The barbarian became angry, lost his patience, and kicked the old child in front of him.

How could that old child withstand the kick of the barbarian at his age.

He fell to the ground and struggled to get up.

Although they knew it was acting, many soldiers and even ordinary people stood up and glared.

The personnel who were so frightened to maintain order rushed to appease.

The former fan was next door but almost killed someone.

Strange to say.

In the past, whose neighbors did not have old children, but they had no sense of existence.

But this very unusual plot is one of the most sensational scenes.

"Burn, burn them to death."

"It's me you're looking for."

Zhou Bing, who was hidden in the cellar and covered up tightly.

He was limping.

The official in the audience shook his head again. Similarly, they suggested finding a tall actor who could show the appearance of the military.

The general still vetoed it.

The actor Zhou Bing has dark skin and calluses on his hands.

Without the military uniform, he is no different from ordinary Liao people, not like a hero at all.

then.

This Zhou Bing suddenly sang.

Where is his original hometown, what kind of tragedy happened to his family, when did he join the army, and those battles he fought.

The barbarians massacred the Liao people. The general gave an order, and they dispersed from the army to form guerrillas and went deep into the territory of the barbarians.

Encountered those defeats, sacrificed how many brothers, and fell into a desperate situation, just when they were anxious.

The Liao people helped them and took care of them.

Suddenly, Zhou Bing knelt down to the stage and sang weepingly.

"The Liao people had no food at home, so they begged me for food.

The Liao people had no clothes at home, so they begged for my clothes.

The barbarians kill me, and the Liao people save me.

The barbarians kill me, and the Liao people block me.

……

The Liao people expect me to kill the barbarians.

The people of Liao look forward to my revenge.

The people of Liao look forward to me..."

Zhou Bing cried and sang.

The soldiers in the audience also shed tears.

Who of these guerrillas who have withdrawn from the front line to repair has not experienced these things.

It's what they went through.

"It's a pity that I was injured, the Liao people accepted me, and now I am implicated, and I should have stood up from the beginning.

But the ants still steal their lives, and their momentary hesitation caused innocent people to die because of me.

Hate me.

I hate it. "

After Zhou Bing finished singing, he died heroically.

There was silence on the stage, and the curtain fell.

"Don't be hateful."

Among the common people, some people couldn't help muttering to themselves.

At this moment.

Someone stood on the stage and yelled.

"Kill the barbarians!"

……

Don't wait for the second sound.

"Kill the barbarians."

Countless voices sounded from the audience.

"Kill the barbarians."

Converging into a torrent of steel, it was like thunder in the ears, making the eardrums tremble.

The people who are hungry have always saved their energy.

Everyone is pulling their necks these days, even the women, whether it's the old men in the crowd or the kids, it's hysterical.

No one wants to skimp on effort.

Even knowing that such exertion will make the stomach more hungry later, and it is difficult to fall asleep at night when hungry.

"Kill the barbarians."

The sergeants raised their arms one after another, shouting frantically.

"Kill the barbarians!"

Under the sky of Ten Wells, there is only one voice.

Even the official who was criticizing just now couldn't help but get up. Although he closed his mouth reservedly, the fists in his hands turned white.

Xinjin in Ten Wells is not far away.

Businessmen from Jinling also came to see this famous new play in Liaodong, looking forward to it.

But he just shook his head.

What a mess.

Wen is not civil and military is not military.

If you want singing without singing, if you want acrobatics without acrobatics, if you want connotation but without connotation.

Disappointed.

but.

In the crowd, he was shocked by the cries and madness of the people, and a fear like heaven rose in his heart.

He couldn't understand it.

How could this Liaodong play, which he thought was worthless at all, arouse such a big response from the people of Liaodong.

Even the appearance of the biggest corner of Jinling caused a sensation that was far from comparable.

He couldn't help but look at his companion.

The companions were also stunned.

It seems that not only he doesn't understand, but his companions don't understand either.

As new plays are staged in turns in various places.

Countless blood books poured into the General's Mansion.

These blood books have only one voice.

Ask the general not to cut troops.

They are willing to die on the front lines.

Countless people have prayed to join the guerrillas.

They don't want military pay, don't want food pay.

Just give them a weapon.

down for a few days.

The civil and military officials who hadn't negotiated a decision before saw the general asking them to take out several baskets of blood books.

(End of this chapter)