Killing someone with anger, blood splattering three feet.

He is worthy of being a lieutenant general, with great power!

The villagers around them all raised their arms and shouted, "Well, kill them!"

There were many yamen runners behind Luqiu. They were to blame for their deaths. An old official in charge of the head wrinkled into bitter melon.

"General Murong, you, you are killing the official!"

The people were unwilling to listen, so they gave instructed and cursed, "What killer? What officer did you kill?"

"This beast is as timid as a mouse and runs away whenever he encounters something. What qualifications does he have to be an official? Killing him is to eliminate harm for the people, just right!"

"That's right, whoever dares to cause trouble for the veteran general, let's go and reason with him!"

"Yes, it's well said, even if we go to the Golden Palace, we are not afraid!"

...

This is the case with the people. There are many people and powerful people, and their momentum naturally increases. They are all filled with praise and support. But Murong Yanzhao was not happy, because he killed a minor official and was afraid of being timid.

But the Northern Han people are coming soon, what should I do?

Murong Yanzhao suddenly stepped up to the height of the embankment, and he held his fists and bowed.

"My fellow villagers, have you seen that there is a surging Yellow River water here, and the riverbed is full. If the river embankment breaks, our lives, relatives and friends will all be over! It would be fine if it was a natural disaster, but the cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty is coming. They are crazy and will definitely dig the river embankment. What should we do then?"

As soon as these words were said, the people were stunned.

Yes? What to do?

Many young and strong people have been guarding the embankment for several days. Seeing the rising river water, they are worried, fearing something will happen.

If the soldiers from the Northern Han Dynasty came and deliberately dug the embankment, it would be all over, and there would be no way!

Just as everyone was in a state of great anxiety, someone stumbled over and ran over. The cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty was not far away, and everyone present suddenly became even more frightened.

The yamen runners led by Luqiu Zhongqing were about to leave. Murong Yanzhao noticed that he quickly walked over and placed his sword on the neck of the leader's old official.

"Don't move!"

"Ouch!"

The old official hurriedly begged for mercy, "General Murong, show mercy! We are all old and young. If you let us fight the cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty, we will not succeed!"

"Then can you survive if you run away?" Murong Yanzhao asked sternly, "Can you survive the war horses? Or can you survive the flood?"

The old official was stopped and the yamen runners behind him looked at each other. Yes, the Northern Han cavalry could not defeat them. If they dug the embankment and the flood would be overwhelming, they would not be able to bear it. Isn’t this going to force people to the dead?

"Elder General, everyone has no idea. Tell me quickly. What should we do? Everyone listens to you!"

Murong Yanzhao took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Friends, we can't run, nor dare to run! No one jumped out of the crack of the stone. For our family and for the villagers, we must also fight for it! But we can't do it recklessly. I have an idea. Let's pretend to be Manichaeists and let these yamen runners feel wronged. First tie them up, wait for the people from Hedong to come, and then we pretend to follow their arrangements, and then suddenly take action and give them a ruthless one. It's best to kill them, but not to kill them. We must also live and die with the river embankment!"

Someone takes the lead and everyone has a backbone. Are there any other choices?

There is only one thing to fight!

Under the command of Murong Yanzhao, all Ding Zhuang took action.

But the big guy has no idea how to pretend to be Manichaeism.

Murong Yanqing thought about it, and simply spread his hair, put it behind his head casually, found someone to build a bonfire, he barefoot, surrounded the fire, singing and dancing, saying something about Maitreya's coming to the world, and the birth of the Ming King was like a madman.

The guy couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw it.

"Whatever you laugh at, I will learn from me. If anyone doesn't do it well, be careful of his butt blooming!" Murong Yanqing was so angry that he cursed. I was willing to be a great god, but I was forced to do it.

Murong Yanzhao nodded and gave his third brother a thumbs up.

"Yes, you just dance like this, the happier you are, the better!"

After arranging this place, he also spread his hair out, called some young and strong people, pretended to tie up the yamen runners, and let them squat on the ground and act as prisoners.

Just when everything was about to be prepared, the horse's hooves were clattering north of the Yellow River, and Liu Chengjun finally arrived with his men.

He looked up and saw a Yellow River, like a giant dragon, standing in front of him.

When the horse was urged to rush up the river bank, there was a rolling turbid current in front of me. Looking south, the water vapor was everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

Liu Chengjun looked at it for a while and suddenly burst into laughter like a night owl, making him cough.

"God really helped me!"

No water conservancy experts, even ordinary people can see that the Yellow River bed is already higher than the ground, and it is bound by the river embankment, so it locks the surging river water.

It's the autumn flood now, with a large amount of water coming upstream. The riverbed under your feet is only two or three feet away from being able to overflow the embankment and flood both sides of the river.

Even if no one does it, whether the river bank can be kept is still in the uncertain sky.

"God is helping me. As long as the fire is fueled, the Central Plains will become a vast ocean country, and the people of the Central Plains will become fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs! Hahaha!"

After laughing wildly, he turned around suddenly and said sternly: "Come on the boat quickly, I'm going to the other side of the river!"

Zhang Fu hadn't reacted yet, "Your Highness, aren't you going to dig the river embankment? Why are you going to the other side? Let's do it now!"

"fart!"

Liu Chengjun spat hard, "Your brain was eaten by a dog? I dug the river embankment on the north bank, can the water flood Kaifeng?"

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Fu nodded quickly, "Your Highness is so smart that you are willing to go to the south bank and dig the embankment for You, so you don't have to work hard."

"you?"

Liu Chengjun sneered three times, "No need, I must destroy the Central Plains by myself! I will use the surging flood to wash away the shame of the past!"

While speaking, some Manichaeists rushed over one after another. They were ordered by Baoyan to collect ships for Liu Chengjun and mobilize civilians.

At this time, thousands of people gathered on the north bank of the Yellow River, and more than a hundred fishing boats and ferries had already gathered, but Monk Baoyan disappeared.

These Manichaeists are all a little stunned and don’t know what to do!

"What are you doing when you stand there? You all follow the orders of this prince!"

Liu Chengjun asked his subordinates to press the boatman's neck with a knife and sent them across the Yellow River in batches.

In about two hours, there were a total of 1,000 Northern Han troops and more than 1,000 Manichaeists who successfully crossed the river. Liu Chengjun looked at it and found that the number was almost the same.

"Listen, every hundred people are in a team, with shovels and picks, and immediately go up the river bank and dig the embankment for me!"

"What?"

The Manichaeans were all stupid. Although they were Manichaeans, they were also locals. After all, they dug the Yellow River, wouldn’t they even flood their own houses?

Two altar masters stood up and came to Liu Chengjun, angrily said: "Your Highness, let us see Master Baoyan. We want to ask him what it means!"

Liu Chengjun nodded slightly, "Okay, you want to see Baoyan, I will fulfill your wishes!"

Suddenly, he waved his sword suddenly, and blood rays on the chests of the two altar masters splattered, and they fell to the ground together. The Northern Han army dragged them and threw them directly into the Yellow River!

"See, this is the end of not following the orders! Go and dig!"

Manichaeists were forced to go up the river bank.

They alone are not enough, and Liu Chengjun needs more people.

At the entrance of the garden, thousands of Manichae church members were gathered here, and he rushed over with his men.

"Don't worry, your highness, we all hate the court so much. Not to mention digging the river embankment, let's do anything!" A little old man gritted his teeth, "Look at him, we have arrested so many yamen runners. These beasts usually steal men and women and do everything they do. They are full of evil deeds, and we have arrested them!"

Liu Chengjun looked at the old man, very capable, and then looked at the yamen runner squatting on the ground not far away, and finally smiled.

"You are very good! This prince will not treat meritorious ministers unfairly. If you do it well, you will be indispensable to a governor!"

The little old man was ecstatic and lay on the muddy ground, kowtowing constantly.

Liu Chengjun was even happier, "You go over and take all these yamen runners onto the river embankment, kill them first, and then dig the river embankment immediately!"

"Abide by the order!"

A team of guards rushed out from behind Liu Chengjun. They went to obstruct the people. The old man also ran over and called his young and strong men to help the guards, pushing the yamen runners to the river bank and lined up!

The old man held the sword and blushed, shouting loudly: "Corrupt officials, harming the people, regardless of the life or death of everyone, the time for revenge is up, take action!"

With the words "Old Man" swung his sword, like a poisonous snake, and quickly passed through the neck of a Northern Han guard... This guy was Liu Chengjun's confidant, with great skill and powerful archery skills, and his reaction was even more extreme. Seeing the sword coming, he quickly turned his head and avoided his neck. The sword blade slashed across his chest, leaving a deep hole, but it was not fatal.

This guy hurriedly drew his sword and wanted to fight Murong Yanzhao's death.

At this moment, the tied old official magically poked out his hands. He was thin and dry, disproportionate to the strong guard, but his attack was so cruel and accurate.

He hugged his thighs with both hands and pressed his head against the other person's waist!

"Go to die!"

The old official hit the guy into the turbid current of the river bank. The strong guard struggled for a few times and was washed away by the river.

There are such anti-killing scenes everywhere on the entire river bank.

The yamen runners were tied with a buckle, which looked very tight, but could be untied with just a tremor. When Murong Yanzhao said the word "telling" and pretended to be a Manichaean clan attacked fiercely with the shovel and wooden board in his hand, the yamen runners also fought their lives, and suddenly they attacked the elite Northern Han guards, who were so confused that they were killed by a group of yamen runners and villagers.

One by one, they fell into the river and became drowned fools!

Liu Chengjun watched with his own eyes that his confidant died inexplicably. He was stunned, shocked and angry.

The little old man held the blood-stained sword and sneered at him, "Liu Chengjun, didn't expect it! I'm Murong Yanzhao, you should die!"
Chapter completed!