Chapter 72: Choice, before the swords and guns

The silent team, the rustling footsteps, and the sad cry of sadness sounded occasionally, were so strong that it was as physical as the essence. Anyone who felt something would be robbed of his aura, and the mountain-like viewer who was full of people but was silent.

With the covered statue of Confucius as the banner, a torrent of tribute students composed of green collars and Confucian uniforms carried the saints and fanaticism of the martyrs, firmly advanced forward and towards the imperial city.

There was a faint shouting and horse hooves in the distance, rushing into this quiet street filled with tragic and loneliness.

The shouts and horse hooves that came from the cross streets on both sides of the long street came so quickly. In just a moment, the shouts were clearly heard, and then they were covered by the sound of horse hooves as fast as rain.

Horses trampled on the long street, and the sounds were heard, and finally, the streets and even the entire northern city of Shendu were shrouded in the sound of horse hooves coming from dense rain.

The difference was only a few breaths, and two horses rushed out of the cross streets on both sides of the long street.

The two chases that rushed out of the Hengjie Street intersection on the left were wearing dark soapy clothes and were wrapped in red waists; the two chases that rushed out of the Hengjie Street intersection on the right were covered with iron armor, and the magnificent horses were also hung with a single-hook spear with a cold glow.

After rushing out, the four horsemen ignored the torrent of Qingjin who was moving forward, and used the iron ruler and single-hook spear in their hands to force the people at the intersection of the streets on both sides.

The iron ruler was taken at the head, and the spear rod swept out horizontally. Amid the panic shouts, the people at the intersections of the streets on both sides quickly dispersed back like a tide. In just a moment, the originally congested intersection was emptied.

The four horses on both sides were obviously the leading guide responsible for the clearing of the road. After the mission was completed, the four horses at the intersections on both sides were divided into left and right to suppress the crowds of the people. The sound of horse hooves gradually slowed down, but the sound was getting closer and closer, and louder, and sounds hit the people like muffled thunder and the hearts of the villagers' tribute students.

A single-hook spear appeared with a cold cold light. After the black-clad cavalry came out from the right corner, they quickly set up their formation on the long street that was 100 meters wide, firmly stalking the road from Qingjin Hongliu to the imperial city.

The soap-wool red-wrapped cavalry team that gushed out from the intersection of Hengjie on the left saw this and automatically extended downwards, steadily pressing down half of the long street, lying between the upcoming torrent of Qingjin and the tide of the people.

On the other hand, the black-armored cavalry continued to gush out from the right street entrance. Behind the Qingjin Torrent team that the people could not see, the cavalry in black-armored locked the rear path firmly.

The tolerances under the Luoyang Order arrived almost at the same time as the imperial guards.

Front, back, left, right

All sides are surrounded

At this point, the torrent of Qingjin, composed of tribute students, has become a trapped beast in the cage.

Either stop on the spot, and then the entire torrent is dismembered and is taken away by ordinary tribute students. After that, they are either beaten, banned or charged, and they are all in the hands of people. This is the fate that the trapped beasts in the cage must face after choosing to tame, but the advantage of this choice is that they can avoid oncoming whips and iron thorns. The tribute students do not have to face the blade of the imperial guards directly.

Or you can fight bravely and get out of the cage. Although the fate after breaking the cage is still dangerous, although this move is very likely to bring blood and even pay the price of life. But there are always some kings who are proud of the mountains and forests who would rather shed blood, would rather die from a knife and axe, than choose to give in to the mercy of begging for mercy.

Apart from the occasional neighing of the horses, there is no sound on the long street at this time. Just like the cicadas quivering in the forest, even the occasional neighing of the horses further highlights the silence of the long street.

Deadly quiet

However, a huge murderous intent emerged, rolling towards the torrent of tribute students.

On one side is Qing Jin Shizi

On one side is the imperial guards

On one side, I gave in

One side is fierce and dies

How will the tribute students choose?

The murderous imperial guards looked at the torrent of tribute students, and the soap-clad torture men with white faces looked at the torrent of tribute students, silent and silent people looked at the torrent of tribute students.

They're all waiting

Wait for a choice!

The world has been peaceful for a long time. For the Qingjin scholars, this scene of facing the military front has only been seen in history books. The army is under pressure and the momentum is imminent. The torrent of tribute students inevitably stirs up, and the originally tidy rustling footsteps began to become a little scattered.

But they have not yet disintegrated. One reason is that the more in this critical moment, people will instinctively gather in the group; the other reason is that the blood that has burned in their hearts has not yet disappeared, and they still have hatred and resentment; the third reason is that they are unwilling to give up. They know that if they take the lead, they will never be at ease in this life, and they will be despised and despised by Shilin from the end.

But they were indeed afraid, so scared that they could only look at the cold light of the blade, but stared at the holy statue and the group of people holding the holy statue.

They are the pioneers, they are the leaders, and at this moment, they are the soul and backbone of this Qingjin Torrent.

If they retreat, the torrent will collapse and the tribute students bow their heads.

If they advance, since they are resolutely unafraid of those who are walking in the front, how can we retreat?

The imperial guards, the tombs, and the people were all staring at the torrent of Qingjin and waiting for a choice.

The tribute students in the torrent of Qingjin were staring at the dozens of people carrying the statues, waiting for a choice.

The dozens of scholars carrying the statue focused their attention on Tang Song at the front, and they were also waiting for a seemingly simple choice.

Go forward bravely or retreat with your head?

Live in humiliation or die in a strong manner?

Life and death are on the line.

On the quiet long street, everyone was waiting.

Wait for Tang Song to make the final choice!

After the Qingjin Torrent was finished, the imperial army, whose sword had been unsheathed and spear was straight, was getting closer and closer, leaving almost no time for Tang Song to consider.

Finally, a hoarse voice sounded in front of Qingjin Torrent.

On the long street that was as quiet as death, the hoarse voice was so clear, so sad, but so firm.

"Death is lighter than a feather, and more important than Mount Tai! Life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want. Both cannot be obtained. It is the one who sacrifices life to seek righteousness!"

These sentences are so familiar to the tribute students. They are so familiar that they roll around their mouths and can come out without thinking. As soon as Tang Song finished speaking, the dozens of scholars carrying the statues were already shouting loudly, just like the previous sentence "Scholars must be broad-minded and resolute, and have a long way to go". In a blink of an eye, the entire torrent of Qingjin was resounding.

The first time I called it fashionable and a little dull. By the second time, I was already strong and vigorous. By the third time, I responded, it was already a tsunami that had collapsed and tsunami, shaking the sky and the earth.

It is better to break than bend and sacrifice your life for righteousness. This is the final choice!

It was this extremely fierce and uncompromising choice between life and death that tribute students inevitably felt when they first met a soldier. Then, the tribute students turned all their fears, all the pressure on the soldier, and even the shame of hesitation and hesitation all the anger that they roared out in the sky.

It was indeed a roar. In the roar, the saint of martyrdom was sublimated again, and the already cold blood boiled. In an instant, the tragic and loneliness that had just fallen down was once again excited, and it completely suppressed the cold murderous aura of swords and soldiers.

With one shout and three responses, when the third shout of the tribute students ended, Qingjin Torrent had already reached the end, facing the military formations that had been deployed by the imperial guards, and facing the cold and glittering blade and spear.

At this time, a shocking cry that had already been hoarse to hoarse and sad, and heartbreaking, sounded:

The knife is drawn and the young man will live up to the point of being able to do so!

In this shocking cry, Tang Song, who was at the forefront, resolutely stepped forward and forced his body towards the swords and guns with his bare hands and flesh.

Witnessing the life and death decision on the long street, listening to the shocking cry, the onlookers who were crowded but silent suddenly felt their hearts suddenly empty, and then a choking blood rushed up, rushed up to their noses and eyes. Almost instantly, the tears burst out uncontrollably.

These people who have never been to study for a day are busy with the most basic food and drink every day, and have been promoting the trivial people in life, and these most ordinary people in Luoyang feel the first time in their lives that they are invisible and intangible, but they are actually in the energy and a kind of arduousness that exists between heaven and earth.

Even, at least at the moment when their tears were uncontrollably rushing out of their eyes, they even felt that this spirit and this kind of urgency were even more important than the food and drink that kept them working hard.

For those who have been through the weather and suffering from life, they will not cry without food and drink, because they know that crying is useless, because the difficulties of life have long dried up their tears, and they will only endure silently, work hard and fight silently.

But at this time, they wet their already cooled blood for the sake of this invisible and intangible thing that cannot be seen or touched, and they moistened their already dry eyes.

They didn't know why they cried, but they couldn't help but shed tears.

They don't know that people always need a little spiritual.

They don’t know that there is righteousness between heaven and earth, and it will last forever!

They don’t know that the invisible and intangible thing that makes them shed tears is called Qi Zheng!

They didn't know, but everyone in Qingjin's torrent was clear, tears were splattering in their bloodshot eyes, and the tribute students were already crazy, completely crazy.

How about death if the saint protects the way?

The knife is drawn and the young man will live up to the point of being able to do so!
Chapter completed!