It is difficult for anyone to associate the emperor with human beings. The public dare not say that the emperor is a human being, and they dare not say that the emperor is not a human being. Hereditary inheritance has been passed down for thousands of generations, and the king has long been distinguished from human beings.

Rohan’s sentence defines the emperor, and the emperor is a human being.

The nobles closest to Rohan turned pale, especially when they heard a free citizen say: "He said the emperor is that person!"

With everything in the tavern under control, Rohan recorded everyone's facial expressions and continued talking in whispers.

"What kind of country is this? Each of us is forced to be born into a world of debauchery, where there is no hope and we have no chance to determine our own destiny.

How many people have their lives determined from birth? How many people can easily get everything as soon as they are born? How many people spend their lives just to support people who get something for nothing? We work day and night, receiving a meager salary,

When life is in embarrassment, do you still want to enshrine the carefree life of some people?

Commoners are born slaves, and minba are worse than dogs. Let me ask you, which one of you is willing to be a born slave? This is not fair."

The freedmen were furious, the nobles were livid, and some of them were about to get up and leave.

"What caused this situation today? It's the emperor. As long as there is an emperor, there will be nobility, and as long as there are nobility, there will also be people to support them.

If the support is acceptable, there is one thing we must not agree to. We are already suffering enough, and the emperor also launched a war because of his face. How many of our young people have wasted our precious lives just for that person's face.

?They all have a great life, why can the noble children peacefully command our children to die in the rear?"

Rohan raised his arms and preached passionately, arousing the anger of many free people. Many people ran out of the tavern and brought three to five people with them when they came back.

More and more people came to listen to Rohan's speech.

Zuo Lan's forehead was covered with sweat. The more people came to the tavern, the more uneasy he felt.

This is some kind of rebellion.

"Don't talk and follow me."

Zuo Lan clasped his head on the table and turned his head. Except for Arnold, everyone else followed him.

Walking through the crowd of excited people, Zuo Lan's face became even more ugly.

After finally getting out of the tavern, there were quite a few people gathered outside. With such a large number of people, the city defense troops would take action soon.

How things will develop next is exciting enough.

There was a carriage directly opposite the tavern. There were several wooden boxes on the carriage, which was covered with a tarpaulin. There were also dense crowds of people around the carriage.

Zuo Lan walked straight towards the carriage with a few people behind him. When he was approaching the front of the carriage, a panicked voice from behind called him.

"Mr. Carle, please wait a moment."

Looking back, he saw that he was a third-class nobleman from the valley. He had a fairly good personal relationship with Zuo Lan, which was a level higher than acquaintance.

Zuo Lan signaled Lao Sha to continue approaching the carriage and stopped to wait for the waiter.

"Mr. Carle, what is he trying to do? Oh my God! He must be crazy, right?"

"He's crazy, he's already crazy." Zuo Lan said in an unfriendly tone, "Sir, please go home as soon as possible, take your family with you, and go as far as possible."

"Is that going to happen?"

Zuo Lan shook his head: "I don't know either, you'd better make plans earlier."

"But where can we go? Other places are even more chaotic than the valley, and the royal capital is inaccessible. Can you point me and my family to a way? I will be grateful to you forever."

Zuo Lan had never seen such helplessness on the face of any noble. He found that nobles were no different from ordinary people when they were helpless.

The carriage was moving slowly through the crowd, and the driver, Lao Sha, coaxed away the people blocking the way.

Zuo Lan shook his head, a feeling of powerlessness filling his body. He could only tell the waiter: "Fly away, there is no peace in this country anymore."

"Okay then." The third waiter sighed, "We will meet again later. If we meet again one day, you will be my best friend."

"See you later."

Zuo Lan's steps were like wind, he dodged a few times to avoid the crowd, and caught up with the carriage from behind.

The car drove slowly into a quiet alley. Lao Sha opened the rainproof cloth and opened the box.

There are raincoats and weapons inside.

Zuo Lan and the other three quickly put on their raincoats. Each of them selected their weapons for inspection. They would hide their weapons inside their raincoats.

Mr. Bu was a little surprised, but he could accept it. He just sighed: "You are worthy of being a weapons dealer."

"Old Bu, I need these two brothers of yours." Zuo Lan said as he covered himself with a mask, "Something big might happen tonight, so you'd better hide."

Mr. Bu shook his head indifferently: "It doesn't matter. I'm not that timid yet. You can do your thing and don't worry about me. My two bodyguards are at your disposal. I just want to ask which side you will side with."

Together?"

The two bodyguards put on their equipment at Mr. Bu's instruction. They had never seen the rifles in the box.

When everything was sorted out, Zuo Lan had not answered Mr. Bu's question. In fact, he himself didn't know what he was thinking.

Mr. Bu stopped asking questions. He pointed to a house in the alley next to the street and said, "That's my place. Come with me. Even if you are wearing a raincoat, you are still too conspicuous."

Hearing this, Zuo Lan and the others all looked at the house. The location was particularly good. From a high position, they could completely control the entire street.

The group of people entered the house neatly dressed, and a few people did look at them curiously on the way.

No one paid attention to the lower floors. After locking the door, they walked all the way to the top floor. The top floor was a storage room. The floor was full of debris and the windows were very small.

Opening a window at random, Zuo Lan poked his head and looked down. It could be said that there was a sea of ​​people, and some people's emotions were frighteningly high.

Jean Bai pointed somewhere outside the tavern: "Pay attention to those people."

Following the direction of the finger, there were five people talking under the eaves on one side of the tavern, but they were too far away to hear or see clearly. Apart from that, Zuo Lan did not get any useful information.

He asked Rang Bai: "What's the problem?"

"No, it might be an illusion. I always feel that they are different from others."

"Maybe I saw it wrong."

"What do we do next?"

"wait."

Several people were silent and focused all their attention on the street. People on the street cheered from time to time.

Proper ment at the right time can bring unexpectedly good results.

Volcanoes never erupt suddenly. The magma underground has to go through thousands of years of silence before it has a chance to erupt. Rohan just made this eruption happen earlier.

As time passed, Rohan walked out of the tavern surrounded by people, and people on the street cheered for him.

He raised his arms and shouted: "If you are willing to believe me, please tell your friends and relatives what I say. We want everyone to understand that we want food and we do not want war."

The crowd cheered again, looking at Rohan as if they were looking at a saint.

About ten minutes later, the sound of neat footsteps appeared on both sides of the street at the same time, as well as the kind of whistle that sounded like it was used by the army.

The valley city defense troops were mobilized in full force.

Zuo Lan stood high and looked far away. He found that the number of city defense soldiers was not large. Maybe some of the city defense soldiers were also listening to Rohan's speech.

The city defense sheriff ordered: "Everyone is ready! Move forward!"

The city guards came from both sides of the street, pushing the crowds on the street, trying to gather the crowd into a group step by step.

During the constant pushing and pushing, conflicts broke out, and the people also used force to fight back.

However, in front of the city guards armed with guns, only a few dared to resist, and the people were being compressed little by little until there was no way to retreat.

"Load it!"

The city defenders put bullets into the barrels of their guns, and the people were compressed again.

"I am the Sheriff of the Valley, and hereby issue a solemn warning, everyone goes home. I repeat, everyone goes home." The Sheriff shouted, "I do not want to see anyone bleed here, to the great and merciful Emperor
Chapter completed!