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Chapter 451

Relying on his own strength, he successfully squeezed to the front line of the street, occupying a golden position, Hou San, thinking about various things in his head.

For example, it was really handsome to save the little lady a few days ago, but it's a pity that I can't watch the fun together today because of my leg injury.

Suddenly, bursts of loud cheers came from beside his ears.

At the same time, I don't know whose mouth said excitedly: "Come, come, Grandpa Hu and the others are coming."

Immediately, Hou San no longer cared about the wild thoughts in his head. After standing on tiptoes, he stretched his neck and looked at the position in front of him.

The same is true of other people around him, even the tens of thousands of people on this section of the street.

For a moment, the scene of tens of thousands of people stepping on their feet and stretching their necks was an inexplicable sense of joy.

But soon after, Hou San and the others held back their mouths for an unknown amount of time, planning to cheer out with the highest voice; similar to 'Grandpa Hu Biao', 'Grandpa Kicked', 'Grandpa Xu Feng', 'Grandpa Windmill', When addressing such as 'Grandma Concubine'.

I saw clearly the street in front of me.After the group was walking towards the crowd, they choked back.

The main reason was that the appearance of these people in front of them was completely inconsistent with what they had in mind.

The man who walked at the front of the team in the form of a dragon and a tiger, without thinking about it, was naturally the legendary Hu Biao, Hu Yitong, and Hu Grandpa.

It's just that he is tall, but he is just a white-faced boy.

It's not as tall as the legend said, with a height of more than nine feet, a face like black charcoal, and a pair of arms with a thousand catties of strength, but it has the appearance of the legendary inappropriate courage.

If you just look at that face and ignore the dazzling gold seals on both sides of the cheeks, you are more like a young and weak scholar than a fighter.

The other people who followed closely behind had an astonishing momentum between Gu Pan.

I think it's the legend, the other grandpas who were reincarnated by Tiangang and Dixie.

It's a pity that these people are also taller than ordinary people, but none of them are rumored to have a face as heavy as a jujube and a height of more than eight feet.

Only the concubine's grandma's eyes fluttered, which really made people panic for no reason.

Of course!The current reaction of Hou San and the others is only that they are seriously inconsistent with the rumors, so they didn't react for a while, and it is definitely not disappointing.

In fact, the current temperament of these grandfathers in front of him completely satisfied and even far exceeded his fantasy.

I saw that one side was raised high and fluttered in the wind. There were at least a dozen "Xuan Ge Battalion" banners with holes shot out by Liu Ya.

Grandpa Hu and his party consisted of more than 300 people, including dozens of women including the concubine and grandma.

Except for some seriously wounded people lying on the last big cars.

Everyone is wearing a blood-stained iron armor; white gauze is wrapped around the wound in many places on the body, and the face is full of wind and frost.

After taking a look at it from a distance, I felt a strong murderous aura rushing towards my face.

Sure enough, he deserves to be a good man who killed 2 people on the Jinbing side in just half a month.

What's more important is that, a little bit behind Grandpa Hu, there are often four grandpas working together to lift a huge memorial tablet; after lining up all the way, there are as many as ten of them.

On each side of the tablet, there is a line of golden characters: Kaifeng Yimin God Tablet.

Next to this line of large golden characters, there are countless small characters engraved.

He opened his eyes wide and looked, because Hou San, who had studied in a private school for two years when he was young, could find that the names were very familiar, and they were from ordinary people's names.

For example: Chen Ergou, Zhu Pingan, Wang Goudan, Zhao Dayou, Zhang Xiaoniang, etc.

In such a place, which is bigger than the gate of Hou Sanjia, there are such names densely packed, maybe there are thousands of them.

And there are as many as ten such big tablets in the team.

That is to say, in this battle, the righteous people of Kaifeng City who died in the hands of the Jinren numbered as many as ten thousand.

For a moment, Hou San couldn't help but think of those people who rushed up the Cooking Cake Mountain night after night in small boats, holding logs, and facing the golden man's arrow rain and stone cannons.

In fact, those people, like him, were nothing but butts in the mouths of traffickers.

Even at a certain time in the past, I passed him somewhere in the city.

Thinking of all the above, under the unstoppable tears pouring out, Hou San fell to his knees along with everyone around him.

Whether it is a hero like Grandpa Hu Biao, or a city policeman like Liu An, a kabuki dancer, or the names on the gods, they all deserve their kneeling.

In the end, both sides of the entire street were full of Kaifeng city people kneeling on the ground.

Under such a background, Hu Biao and others with solemn faces walked forward without making the slightest sound, but their footsteps fell like thunder.

At the same time, they were heading towards the golden wooden gate in the inner city of Kaifeng.

It is said that there are two official families, Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng, who are currently leading some improvised and promoted civil and military officials, preparing to welcome Hu Biao and other strong men.

The difference is that compared to the people in Kaifeng City at this moment, those people in the city are simply caught up in complex emotions such as pain, anger, and emotion.

Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng, the father and son, Geng Nanzhong and other civil and military officials, Hu Biao, the traversers, and Ma Kuo, who knew some of Hu Biao's plans, and Zhao Fujin, the Emperor of Maode.

Because of the thoughts in their hearts at this moment, their expressions are different, and they have the smell of sentient beings...

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The location, the golden wooden gate leading to the inner city.

The father and son Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng, Geng Nanzhong and other civil and military officials, came here early in the morning, stood up according to their status and rank, and began to wait patiently.

Taking the newly formed Great Song Dynasty as an example, the caliber of propaganda to the outside world is:
Because of the many heroes such as Hu Biao and Ma Kuo, they made great contributions to the court in the battle with the Jinren.

The former and the current two officials originally planned to go out of the city two miles to meet these unparalleled national scholars in person; however, Geng Nanzhong and other officials remonstrated on the grounds that the etiquette of the monarch and his ministers cannot be revoked.

The two officials could only take a step back and greet them personally at the gate of the inner city.

Actually?In fact, the thoughts in these people's minds at this moment are very interesting.

After a little movement of the body to relieve the soreness and numbness of the legs caused by standing for a long time; the later Song Huizong Zhao Ji who had great achievements in art.

Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at his eldest son, Zhao Heng, who was a little in front of him.

After thinking of something in my heart, I immediately cursed angrily:
"Nizi, if the throne had been returned to me long ago, how could we have the situation we are in today? How could my Great Song Dynasty have suffered such great shame and humiliation in the hands of Jinren.

But your good days are now over.

Yesterday, I sent someone to reach a secret agreement with Hu Yitong, and he will give me full support for my re-enthronement; at that time, the emperor will naturally take care of the relationship between father and son, and will definitely find you a suitable place in the palace to recuperate.

Leave the troublesome state affairs to my father and me.

That Hu Yitong, after all, is also a rebellious person, and he needs to pretend to be a snake with him now, and after the soldiers of the world's kings arrive, they can naturally have a long-term plan. "

As an official today, Zhao Ji, who was standing at the front of the team, didn't even look back.

But maybe it was the legendary father-son connection, he was so miraculously able to clearly feel that his father was secretly watching him and scolding him in his heart.

For this reason, he cursed silently in his heart:
"As the old saying goes, it's a thief to grow old and not die, Father, can't you just be a carefree Supreme Emperor?
But state affairs are the most important thing, and you can't tolerate nonsense anymore; I sent Geng Qing out of the city yesterday, and made an agreement with Hu Yitong that he will fully support me.

Father, you should stay in the deep palace with peace of mind and write and paint well; it is really impossible that my Zhao family has suffered from such a catastrophe and the number of descendants is thin, so you can give me some younger brothers and sisters.

As for Hu Biao, once he rebelled against Chener, he will naturally find a way to deal with it in the future.

If you think about it, it's not difficult for you to be just a common man. "

And when the father and son were very kind and filial, they imagined that after Hu Biao arrived, relying on the great prestige of the other party, so that Zhao Ji could secure the throne of the emperor.

Then, when trying to figure out how to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

Behind the two of them, Geng Nanzhong, who was standing in front of a crowd of civil and military officials, remembered that he had thought that he had secretly taken refuge in the Jin people, and that prosperity and wealth could be expected in the future.

Unexpectedly, it fell into the current situation and could only act as the result of the Jinren's internal response.

For a while, it wasn't those golden men who hated them, but Hu Biao and the others.

It's just that the above people never imagined how courageous Hu Biao is, and how crazy his actions are...

(End of this chapter)