Chapter 1911

President Zhang has become a hero of the Tang Dynasty.

In an instant, Zhang Feng's image in people's hearts became tall.

Some even looked up at the sky, trying to find the trace of the hero in their hearts.

Tiger son also believes in Zhang Feng's heroic deeds at the moment. Just now he was still questioning. He thought it was really wrong. He blushed: "just now it was really wrong. I decided to neutral president Zhang's spirit position at home and worship him day by day..."

Before he finished speaking, the pillar slapped him: "the holy throne is for the dead. If you really want to respect president Zhang, set a holy throne for president Zhang."

Zhu's remark was unintentional, but it attracted a fierce reaction from everyone.

"Yes, I also want to set up a throne for president Zhang at home."

"I also want to stand. People like President Zhang should be equipped with a divine throne."

The crowd raised their right hands and clenched their fists. The crowd was excited.

They are all Guanzhong people, and the belief that there is a country before a family has always flowed in the bones of Guanzhong people.

This idea of serving the country dead is incomprehensible to ordinary people, which is why Li Shimin has been recruiting troops in Guanzhong.

Now, Zhang Feng rushed into the Turkic camp alone and defeated Jie Li. In their view, that was the performance of a great hero.

They are never stingy with great heroes.

Although they are ordinary people and can't get anything good, they can offer sacrifices.

So, as if they had agreed, they went home to prepare the throne for Zhang Feng.

As they walked, they preached the heroic deeds of Zhang Feng.

Soon, the news spread.

However, as soon as it spread, it caused an uproar on Chang'an Street.

Because many people don't believe it. They don't believe that Zhang Feng was flying in the sky some time ago.

How can people go to heaven?

This is nonsense.

If anyone could go to heaven, wouldn't he be an immortal?

For these questions, Zhu and others are not happy. They are people who firmly believe in Zhang Feng's heaven. Don't they hit them in the face now?

So Zhu and others argued with these unbelievers.

For a time, Chang'an Street was divided into two factions. One believed that Zhang Feng could go to heaven and attack the Turkic camp, led by the pillar, and the other did not believe that Zhang Feng could go to heaven, led by the rich childe.

In fact, it's understandable that many of these rich CHILDES don't like Zhang Feng.

Why do you have so many gold and silver treasures, so talented, and two beautiful ladies, while Lao Tze has nothing. When he comes home, he has to be compared with you by his father. Naturally, his heart is unbalanced.

However, the pillar doesn't care about these, pulling the people is a wild spray.

What? Dean Zhang can go to heaven. Dean Zhang is awesome. He can say anything powerful anyway.

The confidence of some rich CHILDES was greatly hit, and some even couldn't hold up, so they had to raise their hands and surrender.

The pillar stopped and continued to publicize Zhang Feng's glorious deeds.

Zhang Feng, who is thousands of miles away, knows nothing about what happened on Chang'an Street.

At the moment, he was lying on the hot-air balloon, his eyes half narrowed, as if he had not slept. Bursts of cold wind hit and made him shiver. Then he slowly opened his eyes and glanced down.

What appeared in front of him was a piece of yellow, which seemed to be rendered by the painter's brush. It was a little fuzzy. He rubbed his eyes and tried to see everything. Finally, a cold wind blew and took away a lot of yellow. He saw that below was a desert, rolling in the wind of countless gravel under the ground.

He was puzzled and subconsciously said, "where is this? The desert?"

Look at the terrain in front of you, it should be the desert.

But aren't you in Shengzhou? How did you get to the desert?

What the fuck is going on?

He shook his head and tried to remember what had happened in Shengzhou.

After a while, the memory emerged bit by bit.

It turned out that after the bombing of the Turkic camp, a gust of wind blew the hot-air balloon away.

At that time, because the wind was too strong to control the direction of the hot-air balloon, they had to sit and wait to die. In addition, they were hungry and fell asleep. They slept until now.

These are nothing, but now we are in the desert. Once we cross the desert, it is the territory of the Turks.

Now Turks hate themselves to the bone. If they go, they will die.

At the thought of this, Zhang Feng couldn't sit still. He stood up and shouted at Chumo and others: "get up, you ignorant bastards, and you'll be on the grassland immediately."

"Grassland?"

Chang sun Chong was the first to wake up. He rubbed his eyes with a trace of getting up. He glanced at Zhang Feng and joked, "what grassland? Feng Zi, are you really crazy? Don't bother me. I dreamed of eating chicken legs."

With that, he glanced at him and was ready to sleep.

Zhang Feng quit. He slapped him and said angrily, "return his mother to sleep. If you sleep again, you'll die. Wake up quickly."