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As soon as these words came out, the civil servant fell on his knees for more than half of the time. They were all embarrassed. They all sighed in unison: "emperor, please forgive our group of scholars who have no power to bind chickens!"

Lin Hao coldly looked at them, but suddenly came up with the easily dead scouts in his mind.

He was covered with scars. His breath was so weak that Lin Hao didn't find him. His meridians were full of toxins. I'm afraid it's painful to take a step.

But it was this insignificant scout who went back to the top of the mountain with a breath in his heart, just to report to the emperor, and even gave his life.

But most of these so-called literati who have never been on the battlefield are those who are greedy for life and afraid of death. There are only a few upright and righteous people who disdain to look at those who bow down and kneel down. They stand upright and proud, waiting for the emperor's order.

"Qingming, you first take people to arrange the troops, divide the front, and seize the favorable terrain before the monsters attack the mountain." When the wave of people willing to fight left, the emperor looked to the group of Wen Chen kneeling.

There are many patriarchs of big families, and there are also descendants behind them, but they are not willing to fight for them. They keep saying that they are not good at fighting. They are like a shrinking turtle, desperately protecting their own lives.

"Do you know what righteousness is?" The emperor asked softly.

Wen Chen, kneeling on the ground, looked at each other. As soon as he was ready to answer, the emperor suddenly drew his sword. The white light of the sword flashed in the air and cut him on the head of Liang Lao.

Lin Hao was shocked by the fierce murderous spirit. Even in the face of poverty, the emperor had never been so angry. Now his face was gloomy and his eyes were full of anger.

But Liang Lao's body trembled, looking at his shaved beard, and carefully touched his neck. Then he sighed with relief and lowered his head even more.

Not only him, but Lin Hao almost thought that the emperor had cut off the old man's neck just now because of the murderous spirit attached to the sword. Everyone was shocked and relieved to see that there was no blood on the ground.

"Emperor, I know that even civil servants have to go to the battlefield in wartime." Liang's forehead was close to the ground, "but the old minister had a heart, but he was powerless. Even if the emperor cut off the old minister's head, he could not have more generals to dispatch."

"Besides!" He turned his head and glared at Lin Hao, "so many monsters must have been premeditated instead of following their heart. That is to say, when the canglan emperor held a mountain and River Festival, he took advantage of the opportunity to attack us by surprise."

"Emperor, please think about it carefully. Why did the tree break today? Who released the poor strange beast? Who turned the tide at the critical moment and won the trust of the soldiers?"

He stares at Lin Hao, his eyes are full of anger and accusations, but it makes Lin Hao's heart cold inch by inch.

When they fought with poor Qi, they didn't say a word. Now their lives are saved, but they immediately sprinkle dirty water on their heads.

Lin Hao's face was even slightly relaxed, and immediately became gloomy. His finger was on the hilt of his sword. He looked coldly at the old man's argument, and even his neck became red. Lin Hao's eyes were like killing his father's enemy.