0257 with white silk scarves all over the city

"Huadu".

Once upon a time, the colorful political and religious center and a famous city on the mainland became a city of ghostland under the arrangement of people with intentions.

The family is plain, the family mourns, the corpses are all over the street, and the ten rooms are empty. The Baiye royal family and a large number of supervising ministers have been away from Beijing for several days and have been left behind in the "Huadu". At this time, they have already thrown away their duties and imperial orders out of the sky, and they have packed up the gold and silver and fled to other places with their wives.

The big businessmen and senior priests with a little status in the city also joined the ranks of fugitive officials, suffering only those ordinary people and believers who are fistless, brave and powerless. In addition to closing their eyes and waiting for death, they can only be determined by fate.

"Middle-General, lead your own soldiers and guard the nine gates. If the people escape for their lives, let them leave; but when you see the blaspous officials escape from their posts, they will be shot on the spot without asking the reason!" The British prince Baiye, who had lost a lot of weight and spread his hair, roared hysterically to his nephew Baiye.

"A total of 43 fugitive officials, including the prince, the governor of Zhongzhou, the commander of the nine cities, the commander of the reserve army, and the Huadu Taishou, have been collectively executed by our department!" Bai Yecan, the general of the personal guard who was left in "Huadu" to maintain public security, said murderously.

"Good!" Baiye Liufeng laughed nervously and said, "These timid fat rats and moths who are afraid of death eat the salary of the Holy See. As soon as the country is in danger, they can't hide! Good to kill!"

There are few officials who can be summoned for the escape and shooting of officials stranded in "Huadu". In addition to the Minister of Ceremonies, Countess Rong Diewu and the generals of the Guards, and several incompetent officials like Huo Baisui, the police chief of the West City, made the prince more surprised and annoyed. Yes, high-ranking priests such as Foreign Minister Huo Shan and the Cardinal of the Order were not present.

At this time, a more disturbing news spread to the Prince's Palace: countless white-clothed pagans appeared in large numbers in Dongcheng, West City, churches and other places, smashing shops and houses, burning government agencies, attacking police soldiers, beating vehicles and pedestrians. The nine cities were chaotic, bleeding everywhere, and the flames were shining.

"Baiyecan, take your horse team and kill! Kill!! Kill!!!" Mixed with anger and hatred after being abandoned by the royal family, Prince Baiye Liufeng lost his due reason.

"Since this morning, a large number of cardinals and fanatical believers have moved closer to the Shaman Cathedral and accept the call of Mr. Huo Shan, who is said to be the reincarnation of the great shaman of 'Xilin Sefu', to bring spiritual gifts and cure the plague. There are also countless * women in the stupid village who lead their families, help the elderly and young, and compete for each other. The situation in the city has been Uncontrollable." Bai Yecan, a young pro-guard general, said viciously.

"This is really strange." Mei Yu, who is deaf and blind, said puzzledly, "With the help of more than a dozen colleagues in our 'Tai Hospital', we have not yet developed a good prescription to completely treat this terrible plague. Isn't it surprising that Mr. Huo Du can cure those sick victims with a bowl of water?"

"Anyway, the 'flowers' situation is already in danger." The Countess of Butterfly danced hurriedly: "The royal family has taken refuge and has lost the hearts of the people. Now there is the evil of Huodu, who uses magic to save people and collect people's hearts and confuse the people. Now the 'Huadu' religious people have almost regarded Huo Du as a god and obeyed their orders."

"We have no soldiers available-" The British Prince Baiye Liufeng, sitting on the desk, wiped his beloved sword, and said lifelessly.

"You didn't, I have." The rude words came from a police second lieutenant captain*, white and fat, and a kind entourage behind the West City Police Chief.

"Who are you?" Under the angry gaze of everyone, Prince Baiye looked behind Huo Pangzi.

"The prince calmed his anger and calmed his anger." Director Huo Baisui hurriedly said respectfully, "This literary master is a friend of the humble old master, Miss An Yixue."

"hehe." Prince Baiye Liufeng turned to Huo Baisui and sneered, "I almost forgot that you, Director Huo, are a powerful general organized by Princess An Yixue of the previous dynasty."

"I dare not be humble, dare not." Huo Baisui sweated coldly and said repeatedly.

"Mr. Wen, right?" Baiye Liufeng silently collected the memory information of the smiling white fat man in front of him and sneered, "If I remember correctly, have you been the president of my imperial central bank? After the money escaped from the customs, how dare you come back and hit me?! Left and right, take it down! Push it out and cut it!!!"

Yes! The prince. Bai Yecan drew his sword and came to get Wen Si. The latter said calmly, "Your Majesty, it's not regrettable for Wen's death, but the great foundation created by Uncle Baiye Changqing, do you have the heart to watch it die?"

"slow down!" Lifting his hand to stop the movements of his subordinate soldiers, Baiye Liufeng asked with a calm face, "How do you say this?"

"Your Majesty, you should be very clear that you can't count on those bucket wastes of soldiers and reserve legions in nine cities. With the limited strength in the hands of Division Bai Yecan, it is simply a fool's dream to exterminate hundreds of thousands of crazy believers." Seeing that the other party was meditating, Wen Si continued: "To be honest, An Yixue, the eighth princess of our wolf king, arranged the 'Biluo' organization of 'Huadu' and has been dispatched. The girl An will urgently mobilize the people of the imperial capital to fight against the thugs and protect her homeland. As long as the reinforcements arrive, Mr. Huo Du's plan will certainly fail. "

"Reinforcement?" Prince Baiye Liufeng laughed wildly and said, "Now 'Zhongzhou' has been blocked by my good brother's heavy troops like an iron barrel. How can there be any reinforcements?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Wen Si's slender eyes narrowed into a crack and said, "The 50,000 private soldiers who are in charge of Tang Gong's 'Tangzhou' are already on the way."

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"Hear it! Don't let those thugs surprise the lords and wives!"

The tall and fat concubine Er Cui used her strength to breastfeed and desperately held the door of the crumbling "Marshal's Mansion" with more than a dozen maids and servants.

"Kill in!" This is the residence of a retired official, grabbing money! Rob women!"

In the night fire outside the door, there are dozens of crazy and ferocious faces. They are shouting and hitting the door of the Marshal's mansion. On the "Zhangyuan" street behind them, groups of thugs are burning vehicles and chasing passers-by. Even the heavy night is difficult to hide.

In the courtyard of the "Marshal's Mansion", the tall and majestic Tang Shu sat in front of the table and drank tea calmly. The door roared loudly and shouted to kill the sky. There was no ripple in the cup of tea. A long pole * stood diagonally next to the chair, and the momentum was still as motionless as a mountain.

Beside the marshal, the sick-faced eldest daughter-in-law Song Haiyan and sister-in-law Sha pheasant held the young children and stood behind their father-in-law without fear; the sleepy Tang Ao ignored the noise outside and slept soundly. Tang Jiao, who was spiritually sucked her fingers and looked around curiously with her little head. .

In the back, in the cigarette-covered Buddhist hall, the well-dressed and luxuriously dressed Mrs. Nalan Ruoxue knelt down in front of the statue, recited scriptures and prayed with great piety.

More than 40 people, such as housekeepers, accountants, gardeners, chefs, grooms, maids, handymen and other people of the "Marshal's Mansion" operated wooden sticks, inkstones, hoes, kitchen knives, horse whips, brooms and other utensils to guard around the master and two young grandmothers and wait for them. After all, it is the home of the "Marshal's Mansion"** I have the momentum to break the net to death.

"Ah!" What kind of person?!" Ah! My hand!" Run!"

He only heard that the voice outside was suddenly loud and irritable. The bold Er Cui was bold and lay on the crack of the door slightly knocked open by the mob and looked at the appearance. He couldn't help but be shocked. However, he saw that the fierce thugs just now fell in front of the door of the house with blood stains all over his body, and there were more people wearing the same white belt wrapped in the distance as the deceased. Run away.

"Old-----sir, all the bad guys outside are dead!" Er Cui turned around and said with a tongue-tied.

Putting down the teacup, Tang Shu bowed his hand to the night sky and asked loudly, "Who can help?" Tang's whole family is very grateful!"

In the vast night, an evil voice sounded from afar: "The nameless wolves rainstone, greet the old man for the wolf king!"