Zhou Shixiang's appearance made the venue silent suddenly, and occasionally the cry of a baby was also covered by the panic mother in time.

Among the crowd, there are worshipful eyes, fearful eyes, confused eyes, and hatred eyes.

With countless eyes on Zhou Shixiang stepped onto the platform and looked around. His eyes couldn't help but pause in the direction of the ruined home. After that, the indescribable sorrow and the indescribable sadness in his heart.

The sadness passed by, and then turned around, with only resoluteness left in my eyes.

"I'm here to gather everyone here today. I don't say anything about the purpose, everyone should know."

Without any official accent or nonsense, Zhou Shixiang went straight to the topic and said loudly: "Recently, rumors spread in the city, saying that I, Zhou Shixiang, disliked the elderly, weak, women and children in the back camp, were burdens. I wanted to lead those who could still move to break through, abandon the burdens in the city, and let the Qing demons slaughter it!"

As soon as these words were said, the venue was suddenly in an uproar. The timid people in front of them were even so scared that they burst into tears. When they cried, others who didn't understand the situation also cried. Even the soldiers from the five major camps were crying in anger. The situation was about to get worse, which made Duke Xiang of Song tremble in his heart.

In fact, there were thousands of military and civilians in the venue. There were no speakers in this era. Even if Zhou Shixiang's voice was loud, he could hear clearly was the people in front of him, and most of the people behind him could not hear it. Those who did not hear clearly were watching the movements in front of him. The people in front of him cried, they also cried, and the people in front of him shouted, but they didn't know what the Qianhu Lord on the stage said at all.

The scene showed signs of a change of out of control. The elderly, weak, women and children were fine, but they couldn't make a fuss, but once the soldiers from the five major camps started to make trouble, it would be a disaster.

Duke Xiang of Song was so anxious that he didn't know why Zhou Shixiang wanted to speak like this, and deliberately stopped there and let the crowd get out of control. At this time, he could only think of putting out the fire and suppressing the crowd of people. Otherwise, this military-civilian conference would be the funeral of everyone in Xinhui City.

Just as Duke Xiang of Song was about to order the officers of each battalion to suppress the soldiers under his command, Zhou Shixiang raised his hand to stop him. He was stunned and found that although the soldiers of the five battalions were infected by the crying of the elderly, weak women and children in the back camp and were clamoring, most of the soldiers of each battalion were still standing there quietly, and there was no scene of quarrels.

After a little stunned, looking at the hundreds of households in each battalion and the hundreds of households, the general flags, Duke Xiang of Song understood that Zhou Shixiang had already explained to the officers before, and was mentally prepared for what would happen and had plans to deal with it. Otherwise, it would not have been so quiet. The commotion of a few soldiers was obviously expected, and it was quickly controlled by their respective flag heads, and it was not able to form a greater riot.

Compared with Zhou Shixiang's arrangement in the five major camps, Duke Xiang of Song secretly felt ashamed that the rear camp is really messy now.

Zhou Shixiang let the old, weak, women and children in the venue be in a mess, but he just stood there and watched them in the audience.

At some point, perhaps, I found that there was no sound from the soldiers. The noise of the campers and the people of Xinhui who had not yet entered the camp stopped abruptly. Everyone's eyes once again turned to the high platform in confusion and fell on the unmoving Zhou Shixiang.

"Scared?"

Looking at the old men, women and children with no faces, Zhou Shixiang smiled sadly, "I know you are afraid, women and children are afraid of being abandoned, afraid of being killed by Qing Yao, men are afraid that they cannot protect their wives and children, fathers and mothers, and I, Zhou Shixiang, really abandon everyone! But is this possible!"

His voice rose sharply, almost hoarse, "Some people in the army know, some people don't know, here, I tell everyone calmly. I, Zhou Shixiang, used to be a scholar with no power, and my home is in Xinhui City. There!"

After saying that, Zhou Shixiang pointed his right hand at the ruined home. His face was a strange smile that made people feel terrifying when they looked at it. His voice was obviously trembling. He turned around again, and this time he pointed outside the East City.

"Outside the city, there was a tomb built by me for my parents, my wife, and my son. There was nothing in the tomb, nothing, nothing!"

Even saying three "nothing" was gone, Zhou Shixiang did not hide his inner pain, and the sadness was unforgettable on his face.

He suddenly "plopped" and knelt on the stage, kowtowed to the empty East. Then he stood up in the surprise and horror of countless people and continued to tell his story. This time, his voice no longer trembled, his expression no longer was so weird, but instead he calmed down.

"Perhaps, the Xinhui people present had more or less heard about me, Xiucai Zhou. It's good. On the Cold Food Festival, I knelt in front of Yu Yunlong, the general of Qing Yao Ginseng. I was worshiping him at that time! Why did I worship him?"

It seemed like he was telling someone else's story. Zhou Shixiang's tone did not have any emotional fluctuations, and he was only talking in the most normal tone.

"Because my parents, my wife and children are in Qing Yao's belly. I don't know which Qing Yao harmed my family. I only went to worship their generals. Only in this way can I feel at ease. The Cold Food Festival is the great sacrifice for us Han people. That day every household had to visit the grave to burn some paper money for the deceased relatives to express the grief of the living. But I had nowhere to worship, and there was nothing in the grave, so I went to worship the Qing Yao General. Then, I cut off the Qing Yao's neck with a kitchen knife hidden in my sleeve, and watched his head roll from his neck to the ground!"

When the crowd in the audience heard this, some people couldn't help but scream. Many people were surprised, but more were silent.

Zhou Shixiang was also silent. He was trying to calm down his emotions. In his sight, he suddenly saw a familiar figure on the other side of the medical camp. The figure was always looking at him quietly, as if there were tears in his eyes.

Miss Wan'er?

Since his parents, wife and children died, Zhou Shixiang has never been soft-hearted, but for some reason, when he saw Lin Wan's heart, it seemed that his heart was stinged by a needle, which was so uncomfortable.

Sighing inwardly, Zhou Shixiang slowly looked around, still saying in a calm tone, "I hate, I hate myself for being cowardly, I hate myself for being unable to protect my relatives, I hate myself for not being a man, I hate my timidity that day!"

Speaking of this, his tone changed and became excited. He no longer needed to say it, but roared:
Chapter completed!