Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Since Xinjun grew up, no one has ever belittled him so bluntly. Anger once again attacked his brain, but this anger can't be vented as soon as he wants.

He finally recognized the status quo, as long as Si Yuan is not willing to be kidnapped by him morally, he has nothing to do with Si Yuan.

Is it really necessary to send the Imperial City Army to the border...

He still resisted in his heart, what if the sentry went to the border and failed to hold it... Then wouldn't his life be safe...?
"Is there really no... other way? Or... I'll send 20... no... 30, do you think it's okay?"

Si Yuan lowered his head, seeming to pity all living beings, but also to pity the people in front of his eyes: "The old man has said enough, you can do it yourself, Heng country is surrounded by mountains on three sides, only the west side is a plain, it shouldn't be in such a situation, Now that the lives of tens of millions of people are in your hands, you must be clear-headed and think clearly for yourself."

She spoke so bluntly because of her personality, and because she was afraid that Xinjun would not be able to understand any corners, so she tried her best to speak every word to Xinjun's heart in order to achieve the effect of being hit right away.

It's just that the effect is not obvious so far.

Si Yuan didn't want to get too entangled with the new king, so he waved the dust in his hand, no matter how the new king stayed behind, how much he wailed, he still walked towards the outside of the hall without looking back.

The guards outside the main hall were still trembling and holding their swords, neither daring to step forward nor retreat. Si Yuan simply acted like a good man, and with a wave of floating dust, the weapons in the guards' hands were immediately knocked down. While the guards were picking up the weapons, they went up against the wind, and disappeared in mid-air after a few breaths.

Xinjun just fell down and sat in the middle of the hall, staring blankly at the direction of Wanxiangzong's departure for a long time, no one knew what he was thinking like this.

The guards outside the main hall looked at the emperor who had not moved for a long time with trepidation, a little uncertain whether to just let him sit on the ground like this, or step forward to give him a hand.

The guards outside the main hall are all in good health. They are all warriors with sharp eyes and ears. Naturally, they listened to what Cai Siyuan said just now. The guards looked around at their companions. The lives of tens of millions of people will be held in the hands of this person, and no one will be reconciled to it.

But what can they do?

It's just that the new king was born into the emperor's family, so even if he is not capable, he can still sit in the country. After all, it's all fate...

Xinjun sat paralyzed on the ground for a long time, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Why have you come to such a situation...

Why...became like this?
After thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out, so he simply went back to the dormitory first, gave himself some time to think, and seriously thought about how he should go in the future.

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Three hours later, the city defense battalion of the Imperial City Army.

The general Yuan Mou, who was guarding ten miles away from the capital, was sitting in his tent. The new king was stupid, but he was not stupid. He also knew that Yuan Mou's army could not just enter the city like this, and only let the 70 troops stand outside the city.

But he is not considered smart. Facing an army of 70, what difference does it make if he enters the city or not?

At this time, whether the surname of Heng Country is strictly depends on the conscience of the generals, as long as the generals want to, they can attack the capital at any time.

I don't know what the new king thinks, leaving a loyal general like Jia Meng unused, but replacing the general with his own uncle, so nepotism, as his uncle, it is time to teach this unclear kid.

On the table in front of Yuan Mou was a topographic map of the surrounding capital. He slowly picked up the small flag engraved with the word Yuan and moved slowly towards the capital...

Slowly go up.

In the end, the flag was firmly planted on the inner city of the capital.

"Report!"

At this time, the voice of the messenger came from outside the big tent.

Yuan Mou's hand paused, but he did not take away the flag planted on the capital: "Come in."

The messenger lowered his head, not knowing if he saw the flag, he knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Your Majesty has an order, order the general to enter the palace immediately!"

Yuan Mou was silent for a long time, and slowly got up from his seat: "Send the order down, pull out the camp, the vanguard camp will follow me into the city, and the rest of the troops will stand by outside the city."

The orderly resisted the urge to raise his head, and lowered his head a little deeper: "Yes!"

Yuan Mou adjusted his attire, put on the armor hanging on the shelf, and then put the sword on his waist, then opened the curtain of the big tent, and walked out from the tent.

Outside the tent, 70 well-trained soldiers are full of energy, all dressed neatly and holding weapons.

Yuan Mou nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go, let's take the brothers to the capital to see what's new!"

With a whistling sound, Yuan Mou got on his horse.

The 70 elite first aimed their spearhead at themselves before facing the enemy.

At this time, the sun was already slanting to the west, and the clouds in the sky were as red as fire. Today's redness seemed to be more dazzling than in the past, as if it was burning all the way from the sky to the palace.

The fiery red ball of light slowly fell under a corner of the imperial city, slowly changing day into night.

At this time, it is time for the common people to go home after curfew and the city defense to change shifts.

Yuan Mou raised his head and looked at the sky. It was a good time for the transition from black to white, and it was time for the throne to be replaced.

With a wave of his hand, the [-] soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion rode fast horses and headed towards the palace under the leadership of Yuan Mou.

At this time in the palace, the new monarch was sitting in the study, his face was full of panic, but he seemed to have made up his mind.

He is not a faint king, but he just grew up listening to the great achievements of his ancestors, and he was fascinated by the achievement of hegemony. He always felt that he would be able to regain the lost land lost by his father, and he could also unify nearly 30 countries around here. Named in history books.

Anyone who dissuades him feels that he is preventing him from becoming an emperor through the ages, preventing him from leaving his name in history, and preventing future generations from writing monuments to him, but he never thought that what the old man who rebelled against the pillar was actually telling the truth.

In his eyes, the country is still thriving, and the country that is still in glory has gone downhill at some point. This slope is not ordinary, and its steepness is comparable to a cliff.

It's not that he didn't make remedies, but he was still in the period of war, no matter how hard he tried, he was facing a shortage of manpower. Once he opened this hole, he couldn't stop it anymore, the people were displaced, and the country's destruction seemed to be imminent.

can't go on like this...

It took him three whole hours, or several months, to finally make up his mind to send Yuan Mou to the border to guard the territory. If he leaves now, maybe he can be saved.

"His Majesty."

Xinjun turned his head abruptly, and at some point Yuan Mou had already stood behind him, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, maybe there was no one notifying him at the door, or maybe Yuan Mou came to see him with a saber in his hand.

But right now he couldn't care less.

"Uncle, I plan to send 70 troops to guard the border."

small theater:
Yuan Mou: Are you surprised or surprised?

Xinjun: ...What a hell joke!