.Ordinary soldiers, even if you have thoughts, you will never avoid the embarrassment of being exploited by those with ulterior motives in specific occasions and under specific conditions.

This is what Zhong Laonian is now. As a lower-level commander, he will not and cannot know the privacy of the supreme authority. Then, what determines everything he does is his conscience.

He hesitated when he was preparing to attack the Eastern Palace. He had seen the Eastern Palace more than once. In his mind, the Eastern Palace was not as tyrannical and arrogant as the senior officials said. During a patrol, he had also listened to the Eastern Palace's teachings to him with his own ears.

At that time, when they first entered Tianjing, officials of all sizes and qualified were busy building their own comfort zones. On spring nights, Tianjing was not so cold. Dongwang was here, and it was almost midnight. Seeing him, the two Simas patrolling as usual, Dongwang was obviously very happy. He patted his shoulders, touched his clothes, and then walked to the sentry, repeating the same action towards each sentry who was worthy of the update, and then looked at him seriously, "This won't work, you will feel cool in the middle of the night. Remember, you must dress warmth for the brothers who are vigilant."

He scratched his head embarrassedly, was it cold? Of course, but he could still hold on. He didn't have the cold clothes that could be provided to his brothers. He probably forgot about other things, and no one would think of this.

The King of the East seemed to have seen something and said nothing. However, after walking a short distance, he and his brothers heard the words of the King of the East to the coach who came to hear the news, "From tomorrow, as long as you find that the brothers who are vigiling do not add clothes, you will do their work alone."

The King of Dong was thinking about the most ordinary soldiers.

Now the King of East has become a rebellious. Is it really a rebellious? He didn't know, but he knew one thing that as a soldier of the Celestial Empire, he shouldn't have pointed his gun at his brothers, and he shouldn't have thrown away Luzhou and ran back to Tianjing, just to capture an Eastern King. Tianjing has its own security force. He just based on his intuition, he felt something was wrong in the matter, so he ordered the collection of ammunition from other squads. In fact, just like the superiors can affect him, he was also using himself to influence his subordinates. Doing so, at least before he fully understood the intentions above, can guarantee that it would not cause any greater mistakes. He saw the life-and-death battle in front of the King of East Mansion. Fortunately, he was temporarily out of the matter. He even thought at that time, what should he do if the superiors ordered him to go?

He had not yet fully understood that the pace of time had brought him here again. On the way, the above said that the King of the East was dead. He really believed that according to the minimum military common sense, the King of the East was so sudden and strong attack without any precautions, and the King of the East was completely lucky. Then, he knew that the King of the East was dead in the hands of the Heavenly King of the Heavenly King of the House. Looking back, he also saw the flames rushing in the King of the East. His brain began to turn blank. Why was it for running around?

Now, he heard more.

Incitement, provocative incitement, has its unique potential. Shi Zhenji's martyrdom was a heart-wrenching problem that had long been suppressed by the officers and soldiers of the teaching brigade. Liu Dapeng was right. If it were not for the suppression of His Highness An, the military advice would have been a foregone conclusion.

"A row of long!" Zhong Lao Nian roared. Almost completely in tune with each other, all the guns pointed at the Shengtian Gate Tower in an instant, and "Wow..." A row of bullets floated up.

Hong Xiuquan really didn't expect that there would be a book bullet below that dared to shoot at him. A book bullet overturned the golden crown of the king on his head, and everyone around him fled to their respective invisibility at the same moment. He didn't know that this row of bullets was just a warning in advance, and the muzzle was raised by an inch. Otherwise, even if he was a heavenly book and a real dragon, he would turn into a skeleton of a dead dragon to accompany the earth.

"Good!" Wei Changhui looked at his fellow villager and said more accurately. It should be the book of his former employer from the Wei family. He walked into the Shengtian Gate with a majestic look along the two vermilion doors that he had knocked open.

In the Golden Dragon Palace, Hong Xiuquan lost his former dignity, even though he was still sitting in his position. From time to time, he touched his hair that was burned by the blind book bullet and suddenly thumped.

Under his throne were not the officials of the Celestial Empire arranged in the past, but the angry soldiers holding weapons.

Wei Changhui did not sit down. He stood with a respectful face and bowed his hands, but his tone of speech was mixed with irresistible. "God of Heaven, please issue an order immediately. All officials accept the control of their ministers, and don't ask Hong Xuanjiao to take the opportunity to get rid of them. All the disasters in Tianjin originated from the Heavenly King himself, and it is unsuccessful to blame others. In addition, you must issue a self-criticism and publicly admit everything you have done. It is also an explanation to the officials and people of the Celestial Dynasty, and to the An and Ning Kings who are still outside the capital. As for Yang Xiuqing's current responsibility to raise tigers is unquestionable. However, that is a later story. The primary issue now is to ask Tianjin to return to normal immediately."

"I... what's wrong with me?" Hong Xiuquan pressed his hand on the desk. If it were normal, he would have slapped it hard, but now there is no.

"The King of Heaven really doesn't know?" Wei Changhui looked at the soldiers around him and laughed, "You are the one who asked me to give up Luzhou and trap King An in a passive manner? You are the one who asked me to arrest the King of East who was planning to usurp the throne, but you are the one who killed and set fire in the King of East Palace behind your back? You are the one who has millions of beautiful women but wants to send Shi Zhenji to the rooftop? You are the one who uses your brothers and brothers to sincerely treat you, the King of Heaven and the Heavenly Dynasty, and secretly engages in the act of unloading the donkey. You are the one who instructs Hong Xuanjiao to kill us? What do you think of us?"

"Changpao, what I said is wrong." Hong Xiuquan wrote a confused sample book, "It is true that Yang Xiuqing usurped the throne, and it is true that he plotted to murder the Wing King. You searched the Eastern Palace to eliminate the harm to the Celestial Empire and a hero of my Celestial Empire. How could I kill the donkey? It was not my edict Xuan Jiao, how could you enter the Tianjing successfully? But now you are going to break into the palace, but you are going to coerce me, how will you explain to the people of the world?"

"Forget it, my respected king, long live my life." Wei Changhui curled his mouth and smiled coldly, "Then I will expose your tricks and let the brothers die and understand. To be honest, as soon as I entered Tianjing, I felt like I was deceived, but at that time it was just a guess. It was the fire you set off by the Eastern Palace that made me fully understand."

"Changpao, I'll say one more thing, I haven't sent anyone to set fire to kill people!" Hong Xiuquan was making trouble unreasonable.

"Shut up!" Wei Changhui roared wildly, and half of the sword under his ribs were pulled out, and then he threw it back hard. He glanced across his eyes and swept his head and drooped Meng Deen, and then pointed at Hong Xiuquan, "Do you want to say again that this is just arranged by Meng Deen himself, and you don't know anything? Do you really treat us, those of you who are fighting hard outside to conquer the world for your Hong family? Don't think you are smart, what is the East King going to usurp the throne of the Heavenly King, what is the East King who killed the Wing King, all of this is your conspiracy. Long live the East King is what you want to give to him, and the East King and we are all being led by you in a confused manner. What's more hateful is that the so-called death of the Wing King was the one hand of your Heavenly King, and it was your name Hong Renda who murdered the Wing King!"

Wei Changhui said this, raised his arms high at the officers and soldiers behind him, his face full of sorrow, "Brothers, this is the king we are loyal to! Not only that, you all felt on the way here that when our soldiers captured the King of the East for him, what were they doing? They were inciting those who did not hide the truth from the Heavenly Kingdom and did not know the truth to the Heavenly Kingdom, and most of the Tianjing was soaking in blood and fire. If they let them continue to make trouble, what kind of book will be in Tianjing tomorrow? Is he still our king of heaven? No, he is simply a shameless gangster, an insatiable gambler!"

Liu Dapeng jumped to Hong Xiuquan who was high above, kicking Meng De'en over, who was still hesitating to stop him, "God, please forgive me for being unreasonable. I immediately issued an order to authorize His Highness the Northern King to quell the riot in Tianjing and immediately serve the Eastern King Zhaoxue. Otherwise, the Heavenly King would burn the Eastern King's Mansion, and the Emperor would burn the Heavenly King's Mansion! Revenge for all the brothers who were framed to death by you!"

"I... write!" Hong Xiuquan didn't dare to raise his head anymore. He was really afraid that he would be burned to death by the anger erupted from hundreds of pairs of eyes in the hall when he raised his head.

"Go to the imperial treasure!" Liu Dapeng ordered loudly.

Hong Xiuquan picked up the pen and his hands were trembling. He really didn't expect that and regretted it. He didn't expect that Wei Changhui understood so early. He regretted that if he had known this, why should he have been there? Yang Xiuqing became bigger and ignored him as the king of heaven. After all, he would not humiliate himself as a bunch of lowly soldiers. He could continue to do whatever he wanted in this Xiaoyao Palace and enjoy the happiness of the gods.
Chapter completed!