Chapter 2278

Last night, chutianhe discussed with Zhao Zhenwu and others all night, and everyone worked together to create a large section of sacrificial rites.

But now it's just the beginning, and lieutenant general Zhou Lifu's widow burst into tears.

When the mother cried, the youngest children also cried. Several female officers who took care of them were upset and wept secretly.

Seeing this scene, Chutian river was so dejected that he could not read any more of the funeral oration. He just turned around and knelt down in front of the huge statue of Wu Yingqi, the black star emperor, and cried out in his voice: "Your Majesty, your majesty

Many major generals followed the clamor.

The tourists, the public and the visitors all around were filled with indignation.

At this time, not far away, another team came fiercely, many of them were still wearing the uniform of the mausoleum guard.

At first, the public thought that these people had come to disperse the general's crying. They could not help whispering, and some even braved to stop them.

However, the sound of wailing came from the growing team, which made the public look at each other and gape.

Without waiting for Chu Tianhe, Zhao Zhenwu and others to ask, the leaders of this team have already reported their families - they are all the clans of the real Empire, the descendants of Wu Yingqi, the black star emperor.

The imperial mausoleum is a magnificent and continuous city. In addition to the mausoleum, martyrs' cemetery and the National Museum of the past dynasties, there are many small-scale museums, hotels, restaurants and commercial areas around it. It is a place where the tourism industry is quite prosperous.

Most of the interests of the tourism industry, as well as the staff of the mausoleum guard, the martyrs' cemetery and the National Museum, were firmly controlled by the imperial clan.

This is also the "iron crops" left by the imperial families of the four general elections. Many imperial families gathered in this city to make a living.

These clansmen surnamed "Wuying" have not seen so many imperial generals show such respect to their ancestors for many years. After seeing the leaflets and knowing their intention, they are even more moved and sad. Thinking of their own experience, they even formed a mighty army of "crying mausoleum" under the encouragement of those who want to.

The imperial clan is an indigenous people here. Naturally, the number of people is dozens of times more than that of general zahao. Even if one tenth of them join the army of crying mausoleum, their momentum will rise sharply. It's just like the raging waves, rushing forward, setting off the atmosphere to a higher level.

The head of the clan rushed to the Chutian River, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing three times to the huge statue of Wu Yingqi, the black star emperor. Then he looked back and patted the public on the chest and said, "I can guarantee that everything that general Chu said is true. The Empire has degenerated to such a degree, Even our clansmen, surnamed Wu Ying, are desperate. What's more, the generals?

"Grandfather, open your eyes and show your spirit. Now there are bad people in the Empire. There are bad people!"

As he spoke, the patriarchal clan was weeping.

The clan cried, different from the generals.

Generals like Chu Tianhe and Zhao Zhenwu are, after all, hard hearted soldiers and ruthless immortals. All of them are cruel and ruthless, killing people without blinking an eye.

Even if they are really in extreme distress and have all kinds of distress and grievances in their hearts, there are still some bones of soldiers and immortals. It is absolutely impossible for them to cry like ignorant women and children. The most they can do is to cry secretly, bow to the statue of Wu Yingqi, the black Star emperor, and have flowers. That's all.

But now gathered together in the clan, many people live here for hundreds of years, has long been childcare with mouth, old and small groups.

Moreover, without the experience of life and death, and without too much cultivation, many people have long been no different from the common people.

The elder sisters in law, aunts and aunts, who are slightly older, are all dressed up, beating their chests and wailing. They are so sad that their fighting power is more than ten times stronger than that of the generals.

Such a huge scene of crying mausoleum, such as flooding and volcanic eruption, was out of control, which soon aroused the emotions of all the tourists, the public and the pilgrims present.

The virus of mourning spread to every corner of the mausoleum in an instant, and everyone was in a delicate emotional resonance. Hundreds of thousands or millions of people cried at the same time, which made the mausoleum collapse. Wu Yingqi, the black star emperor, was so angry that he had to climb out of the mausoleum!

The mourning ceremony, unexpectedly turning to this step, has been beyond the control of the generals.

At this moment, everyone inside and outside the imperial mausoleum couldn't cry for themselves. Even the imperial guards stationed outside the imperial mausoleum scolded that there were too many bad people in the Empire today. Only in this way did these "Wuying" clansmen all fall into such a field. They all cried and scolded and spit in the direction of the Senate

On the contrary, the generals of miscellaneous numbers have become the most sober people.

Zhao Zhenwu felt a little flustered.

The trend of things should not be like this. Last night, they agreed to come to the imperial mausoleum and cry, distribute leaflets to the public, then bow to the statue of Wu Yingqi, the black star emperor, and offer flowers. After the momentum is created, everyone will disperse.

In this way, not only did it have an impact, but also it would not be seized by the authorities. It is a matter of course to worship the imperial mausoleum, and even the duty of every imperial soldier and immortal cultivator. In addition to scolding them secretly, how dare the highest authorities treat them openly?

But the current situation is clearly starting to get out of control.

Hundreds of thousands or millions of people are making a commotion in the imperial mausoleum. It's obvious that something will happen!

Zhao Zhenwu peeps at the Chutian river beside him, only to see that the "cry Ling general" is fully involved in the role, and is in a state of extreme fanaticism and excitement. His eyes are so red that he can cry his heart out. He is still crying while inciting, and he feels that the atmosphere is not hot enough!

"Isn't chutianhe a famous" wise general "? Why are you so dazed today?"

Zhao Zhenwu was uneasy in his heart. He looked towards the Senate with some trepidation and immediately widened his eyes.

The imperial mausoleum is built on the mountain. The huge statue of Wu Yingqi, the black star emperor, is located in the middle of the mountain. Zhao Zhenwu looks up from a high position and looks into the distance. However, not far from the imperial mausoleum, there are black torrents coming!

It was a huge crowd, ten times and a hundred times more than the imperial clan, and they were all in uniform, the black uniform of the imperial expeditionary army.

The speed of the torrent was so fast that it broke through the defense line of the imperial guards in the blink of an eye. Of course, the crying and cursing imperial guards didn't really want to stop these people.

"It's the Senate army?"

Zhao Zhenwu's heart was tight, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "no, they don't wear crystal armor, they don't carry any heavy magic weapons, and they don't have low altitude assault ships on their heads. They're not members of the Senate!"

However, half a minute later, the news from below surprised him and almost fainted.

It turned out to be the disabled veterans who fought in the imperial counterattack for more than ten years!

They all came to the mausoleum to worship from all over the world outside the Empire!

Tens of thousands of disabled veterans have rushed into the mausoleum, and there are hundreds of thousands or more people behind them. They are coming one after another!

The situation of disabled veterans is even worse than that of their generals, who are at least taken in by the "Royal Academy of senior officers" with meagre allowances and subsidies to survive.

Many disabled veterans from the outside world are kicked back to the outside world and supported by local finance.

But now the governments in the outer world of the Empire are going bankrupt, and there are all kinds of war taxes and national defense contributions to be paid. How can we afford to support these wastes?

Therefore, the disabled veterans have accumulated a bellyful of resentment. I heard that there were generals crying here, but they also came here to cry!

"No!"

Zhao Zhenwu brain "buzz" a, 10000 question marks all burst open.

Naturally, he knows the suffering of the disabled veterans, but since these people have no money to eat, how can they afford the transportation, accommodation and worship expenses from the outer world to the celestial sphere and the Celestial Star?

What's more, how do hundreds of thousands, millions or even more disabled veterans organize and transport to the imperial capital? How precise and powerful organization, discipline and financial resources are needed? It can't be spontaneous.

Zhao Zhenwu is very clear that the imperial capital is in an extraordinary period. All the jumping points and star ports in and out of the imperial capital are firmly controlled by the fleets of the four families. Only the star ships of the four families can be unimpeded. If civil transport ships want to enter the imperial capital, they have to go through dozens of approval and the most rigorous search. How can these disabled veterans easily sneak in?

What's more, it's a coincidence. They have just been crying here for a long time, when the clan heard the news, even the disabled veterans came to join in. This, this, this!

The more Zhao Zhenwu pondered, the worse he felt. In an instant, he broke out in a cold sweat and looked toward the Chutian river with some guilty heart: "commander in chief..."

"Lao Zhao!"

Chu Tianhe's eyes were red, but his expression was calm to the extreme. He patted him heavily behind his back and whispered in his ear, "the matter has come to this point. How can it all be the accusation of beheading? Maybe the more it makes, the more it turns upside down. Instead, you can die and die. You are also a leader. Don't you understand such a simple reason?"

Looking at the demon like eyes of Chutian River, Zhao Zhenwu shivered deeply. He was so stiff that he couldn't say a word.

Chutian river suddenly burst out with a ferocious smile and exclaimed: "look, millions of disabled veterans have joined us. We won't leave today. We are waiting in the imperial mausoleum. We have to ask the Senate to give us justice! Without justice, we would rather die one by one at the feet of Wu Yingqi, the black star emperor! "

"Boom!"

Zhao Zhenwu felt that his whole body had been blown to pieces. He didn't know where he was or what he was doing!

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Well

Yesterday, a reader commented that Lao Niu, the imperial authorities are not so stupid. Let's do such demoralizing things. Is that exaggeration?

Lao Niu thought and thought, but he still had to make it clear that many times, Lao Niu was just a porter of history.

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