"Then I want to see if you killed all the gods in the hearts of the people in this city, or if I broke the name of your Emperor Xin!"
Zen Master Wuchao sneered, his tone was calm, as if he had been sure that Emperor Xin could not break through the Baoxiang Kingdom, and killed all the gods in the hearts of the people in the city, and would return without success.
"Your Majesty, what should we do?"
Wen Zhong turned his head and looked at Emperor Xin in confusion.
He had never encountered such a situation before, and the appearance of this scene also made him realize that dealing with the Brahma Sect is more troublesome than dealing with Xiqi.
The difference between the people of Xiqi and the people of Da Shang is not very big, it is just a difficult life. However, these people of the Pure Land of Brahma Buddhism have deep spirits in their hearts. They are not afraid of death, but are afraid of resistance. They even feel that if they die at the hands of Xuanfeng Army, they can clear their karma and reach the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Such a situation is something they have never encountered in the past.
However, they cannot let these people die under the sword. After all, they are still human races, and they are human races that are not different from those of the great merchants. There is no such thing as the so-called non-my race, and their hearts must be different.
"Get a camp! Don't step on the green seedlings."
Emperor Xin said lightly, then found Wang Erxiao and gave a few instructions.
"Your Majesty, is this method successful? These guys are not even afraid of death. Can these things be useful to them?"
Wang Erxiao looked at Di Xin hesitantly, wondering whether the method he said was really useful.
"If it's useful, you'll know if it's useful."
Emperor Xin chuckled, looked back at the serfs on the wall of Baoxiang Kingdom, and chuckled to Wang Erxiao.
Wang Erxiao nodded suspiciously, then turned around and left, then found a few guys in Xuanfeng's army who usually like to laugh the most, and pulled Yang Jian, Deng Yuchan, the Supreme Master and Jin Peng over, found a place, chattering, not knowing what they were saying, but Yang Jian's face was red and bleeding. Deng Yuchan also twisted his hands, but his eyes were flowing, and he looked at Yang Jian softly, as if he wanted to melt him.
"Your Majesty, what did you ask Yang Jian and the others to do?"
Daji looked at this scene and asked Emperor Xin curiously.
"Wait, there will be a good show later."
Emperor Xin chuckled and raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips.
Zen Master Wuchao thought that if he put these serfs with deep seeds in his heart on the city wall, he would be invincible and block his pace. However, this guy didn't know that what he, Emperor Xin, was better at than practicing, was to destroy the gods in the hearts of the world.
However, his eyes still looked at Taishang me a few more times. He really didn't expect that Wang Erxiao could actually call this old man.
It can be seen that the Supreme Master has really made a decision to completely enter the world, learn to be a worldly person from tranquility and inaction, and seek opportunities for enlightenment.
A moment later, the bonfire ignited.
The Huotou Army in Xuanfeng's army had already started to make rice. According to Emperor Xin's instructions, the Huotou Army was placed not far from the city wall.
A large iron pot was poured with boiling oil, and chili and garlic slices were added. Soon, after the vegetable and meat were poured in, a sizzling sound was heard, and the oil smoke rose everywhere, and the strong fragrance drifted over the city wall.
Although the serfs from the Baoxiang Kingdom tried their best to twist their eyes aside and did not look at the rich dishes, the fragrance continued to penetrate into their noses.
Especially the spicy smell of the oily chili made them sneeze continuously, but as they sneeze, they seemed to have bugs in their stomachs being hooked up, and their throats were even more itchy and uncomfortable.
Soon, the food was ready, and the soldiers of Xuanfeng soldiers began to eat. A group of people formed a circle, holding a large ceramic bowl, covered with noodles and oily toppings, sucking the noodles one by one, "Zi Liu...Zi Liu..." sounded.
The serfs on the city wall watched this scene curiously.
They are very familiar with this kind of eating together, and they are the same in their daily lives, but they have never eaten such a meal.
After the meal, the Xuanfeng soldiers sat down one by one, and then several Xuanfeng soldiers walked to the forefront.
The serfs did not dare to move, but their eyes were looking at everything below and raised their ears, wanting to know what tricks Xuan Fengjun was planning to play.
"My name is Li Fei, I was originally a slave in Chaoge City..."
A little later, a Xuanfeng soldier walked out and took off his shirt in front of everyone, revealing the dense scars on his chest and back that were whipped and healed after being whipped, and loudly told everyone about all the inhuman sufferings he had experienced when he was a slave in Chaoge City in the past.
Everything flew over the city wall and came into the ears of serfs, making many people look sad.
They are not unfamiliar with what Li Fei has experienced, because these are exactly what they are experiencing today.
"Now, I am a thousand commander of the Xuanfeng Army! I have ten acres of fertile land at home! I also have a monogamous. Now I am on the battlefield, and my mother and wife are at home, with three meals a day, and they have no worries about food and clothing!"
Immediately afterwards, Li Fei talked about the fact that he was rescued by Emperor Xin and was sent to Xuanfeng's army, and his destiny was completely changed.
Three meals a day, no worries about food and clothing!
Li Fei's words made the serfs in Baoxiang Kingdom look confused.
They don’t know why some people can eat three meals a day, but they only eat one meal a day, and if they don’t finish their work, they don’t even have this meal.
But before they could come back to their senses, Xuanfeng soldiers stood up again, walked to everyone, took off their shirts, waved their broken arms, and told everyone that he was almost the same as Li Fei.
One after another, one after another, people kept coming forward and telling their past experiences as slaves.
On the city wall, the serfs from Baoxiang Kingdom listened carefully to all this. At the beginning, they just listened to the excitement when they were bored, but gradually their eyes gradually became more confused.
Why, the days these people in front of them were no different from them? However, they had not practiced and had not yet reached the next life, and they had already lived a life that made them feel like they were Pure Land of Bliss?
And in confusion, the Supreme Lord, Yang Jian, Deng Yuchan, Wang Erxiao, Jin Peng and several Xuanfeng soldiers came forward.
When they stood still, Nuwa raised her hand in an instant, and the map of mountains, rivers and the country suddenly created an illusion, causing several people to appear next to a shed covered in heavy snow.
And the shed and the city on a snowy night look exactly the same as the Baoxiang Kingdom.
The next moment, everyone dispersed and went to the arranged house. Then, Zhao Gongming raised his hand and the pearls of the heavens drooped, illuminating Deng Yuchan's location.
The serfs on the city wall have never seen such a scene. They stared at each other and wanted to know what they were going to do.
Not to mention them, even Fairy Yunxiao, Daji and Yu Ding Zhenren were all full of confusion and curiosity. They wanted to know what they wanted to do with such a big layout, and how Di Xin felt that this could kill the gods in his heart.
At this moment, Deng Yuchan leaned against the door, looked at the wind and snow outside the house, reached out to touch the ice and snow, first showed a smile, then calmed down, showed a sad look, murmured: "The north wind blows, the snowflakes float..."