Saint of the Confucian way

The other 40000 demon iron cavalry stayed in the capital to protect the monarch. Even the Empress Dowager could not take them away when traveling, let alone Fang Yun to the north.

However, there are too many rare resources such as demon iron looted from jiaosheng palace. Gongdian has promised to prepare one million sets of demon iron cavalry equipment for Fang Yun alone to arm the soldiers in the blood world.

Fang Yun had never thought of borrowing troops from the imperial court long before he came. In Fang Yun's eyes, Liu Shan's words and deeds were like juggling. What really aroused dissatisfaction was that Liu Shan forced the Empress Dowager to go to Ning'an.

"Then I'll do what I want! When the teacher returns to the dynasty, it's the day to completely eliminate Liushan!"

Fang Yun constantly plans and deduces tens of thousands of possibilities in his mind, taking into account countless accidents.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

"Fang Xusheng, there seems to be something wrong with the military department Yamen. The door is blocked. Let's take a detour." the coachman's voice came from outside the door.

"Someone dares to make trouble in front of the Yamen of the Ministry of war?" Fang Yun thought and his hearing increased. He heard the conversation nearly a hundred feet away clearly.

The coachman explained: "It started three days ago. The three sides were defeated and many soldiers were going to die. Those old people who lost their children ran to the Yamen of the military headquarters and made a lot of trouble. Yesterday, some veterans from the three sides arrived in the capital to tell the details of the front line. After knowing that, the old people refused to let go and asked those veterans who escaped to kowtow to their dead sons. It seems that there are three more Our veterans are stuck there. "

"I'll get out of the car and walk. You follow me."

Fang finished in a cold tone, got off the carriage, as if walking, and walked slowly to the Yamen of the military headquarters.

The coachman drove Wenxiang's carriage and followed slowly.

The coachman followed Fang Yun and looked at the people nearby in surprise. The more he looked, the more angry he became.

Xu Sheng, a man in green, walked on the road, but no people took the initiative to salute. Is there any etiquette in Jingguo?

But the next moment, the coachman suddenly remembered that sometimes when Wen Xiang was in the crowd, many people seemed to turn a blind eye.

"This...... has Fang Xusheng reached the level of the master a few years ago?" the coachman secretly smacked his tongue and looked at Fang Yun's back in awe.

The yamen gate of the Ministry of war was crowded with people. The soldiers who should have maintained order frowned and dared not drive the people away.

Fang Yun walked into the crowd. Everyone instinctively made way for him, but didn't see him.

Fang Yun pushed smoothly into the crowd and stood in the inner circle.

Just below the steps of the military department yamen, seven dusty soldiers knelt on the ground. Each soldier's armour was broken, each soldier had scars, and several soldiers' wounds were still bleeding.

In front of these soldiers stood nearly 100 old men and women, all with angry faces.

An old woman pressed her index finger on the nose of a young soldier and scolded, "you still have the face to come back? My son is younger than you. He died in the battlefield. Why do you come back? A group of deserters! Why didn't God kill you! What did you do when my son killed barbarians on the battlefield?"

An old man beat another soldier with a crutch and scolded: "bastard! The soldiers on the front line are bleeding and sweating, but you enjoy happiness here! Why don't you die! Now that my son is dead, you must bury him! Get out of the capital!"

"Get out of the capital!"

Many old people scolded.

Several young soldiers bowed their heads and tears trickled down.

The older veterans looked numb and turned a blind eye to what had happened.

An old man in Chinese clothes slapped a young soldier in the face, and his crisp voice even interrupted others' drinking and swearing.

The young soldier bowed his head, clenched his teeth and did not move.

The old man in Chinese clothes pointed at the young soldiers and scolded, "what are you? You deserve to come back alive? My son's outstanding scholars died in the north. Why do you deserters come back? Why don't demon man kill all your deserters!"

"I... we are not deserters, but retreat after defeat..."

Pop!

Before the young soldier finished speaking, the old man in Chinese clothes slapped his hand and scolded: "my son is dead, you are still alive, you are a deserter! You deserve to die! You dare to be stubborn? I'll kill you!"

He saw the old man in Chinese clothes stretch out his hands, bow left and right, and constantly slap the young soldiers in the face.

The young soldier clenched his teeth and did not move.

The old people cheered one after another, and many people in the distance frowned.

Soldiers in front of the military yamen will see this scene and sigh, but they dare not come forward.

A butcher like man in the crowd whispered: "Jingguo has been fighting for years. No family has died, and no one has been angry with the small soldiers. Look at these soldiers. If the deserters had been killed, they obviously came back to report, so that our court can know more about the situation on the front line and help us."

"These soldiers will fight on the front line when they are well rested. They can't be deserters."

"Why didn't anyone persuade those people."

"I can't persuade them. At least one of their children and grandchildren has died. Whoever tries to persuade or scold them doesn't even dare to provoke the great master of the army. Don't talk about us."

"They are very poor, but they can't take it out on the soldiers."

Just then, a young man in Tsing Yi stepped out of the crowd, grabbed between the old man in Chinese clothes and the soldiers, raised his hand high and waved his arm at the old man.

Pop!

In the crisp slap in the face, the old man fell heavily to the ground, full of blood gushing out, as if he had knocked over the soy sauce bottle.

The old man was beaten and lay on the ground for a long time without standing up.

The hundreds of old people also stayed where they were and looked at Fang Yun foolishly.

"Fang... Fang Xusheng!"

Everyone recognized Fang Yun. Most people knelt on both knees, and some people knelt on one knee and half on the ground.

An old woman was so frightened that her legs trembled. She still summoned up the courage to point at Fang Yun and shouted, "you... Dare you beat the old man?"

Fang Yun raised his chin high and looked contemptuously at the old people. He said coldly, "from now on, if you dare to scold, I dare to fight until you dare not scold!"

"You... You're not human!" the old woman trembled with rage!

Fang Yun did not hide his contempt in his eyes.

"I... I fought with you!" the old woman was angry and bowed her head and bumped into Fang Yun.

"Get out!"

Fang Yun raised his right hand and pulled it on the old woman's cheek. The old woman screamed and fell to the ground. It was dark in front of her eyes and Venus appeared everywhere.

"Kill! Fang Xusheng kills! Fang Xusheng can't beat the demon man. He wants to kill our old man! Open your eyes and see what Jingguo looks like..."

The old woman was rolling about, and Fang Yun looked cold at her.

The people and officers and soldiers nearby are of different shapes. Some can't understand Fang's hand beating the old man, some didn't expect the old man to die like this, some are thinking, and others glare at Fang Yun

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