Chapter 67

"Take this guy! Go and ask the Chengshou adult how to discipline his subordinates!"

Ye Fu's soldiers roared and surrounded the Yamen soldiers. The crowd was so excited that they were scared that the Yamen soldiers shivered and all looked bitter. "Brother Bing, brother, we are also official."

"General Liu, General Liu, we used to drink wine before. Let's expose it today."

The soldiers of Ye mansion held their breath against these yamen soldiers who had nothing to do. It was not so easy to expose them. Liu Changqing waved his big hand, "fuck you, I didn't hear you say I had a drink together just now. Take them all!"

The official arrogance of tie Ya Si just now didn't know where it was. He saw that he was about to be taken. His heart moved, and finally he had an idea - to ask the masses for help.

"You folks! Have you seen it? Ye Kong, the eighth young master of Ye mansion, took his soldiers with him to visit prostitutes in broad daylight and corrupted military discipline. We yamen couldn't see it. After saying a few words, we were beaten. These evil young people beat court officials and even lynched recklessly. Please give me a witness!"

"Good!" Standing at the window on the other side of the Tibetan spring tower, Chen Qingfang patted the window lattice again and shouted good.

"Lao tie's words not only confirmed the boy's reputation as a villain, but also witnessed the lax military discipline of Ye Jiajun. Haha, wonderful!" The thin teacher shook his folding fan and shook his head triumphantly.

Chen Qingfang laughed and said, "this Ye's hairy boy has helped us a lot."

Those onlookers, looking at the iron yams with swollen faces, also talked about it one after another, "yes, these soldiers are too arrogant. They thought Ye Jiajun had strict military discipline and loved the people like a son, but now it doesn't seem so."

"Who says not? I came to visit prostitutes this morning. It's still like being a soldier!"

"Also, how much are these soldiers' salaries? I can't bear to come to the Cangchun building when I have money. I want to check whether they are corrupt!"

The discussion of those people suddenly increased. The more they talked, the louder their voices became. They were all blaming the Ye family soldiers.

boy! Fight with me, you are still young! Iron yam Secretary covered his face like a pig's head and looked at Ye Kong proudly, thinking, hit me? This is the price of beating me!

Ye Kong was so angry that he didn't open his mouth to take people. Then he waved his hand, "take them all!"

Those soldiers originally just shouted slogans. Hearing Ye Kong's order, they immediately rushed up like wolves, dividing three by five, and took down a group of black yamen soldiers.

"Good!" Chen Qingfang applauded upstairs, not worried about being taken by others.

The master also laughed and showed off, "this boy is too reckless. He knows that the people already have views on Ye Jiajun, and he will act against the people's resentment and provoke a popular uprising. Let's see how he explains!" With that, he closed the folding fan with a crash, and snorted coldly, "dude, I really don't know how to write death!"

Sure enough, when the people saw the evil young soldiers and ruffians attacking in the street, they became indignant one by one, and the voice of agitation became louder and louder. The dark crowd rushed forward, which was about to cause public anger and civil commotion.

But at this time, ye Kong suddenly shouted, "please listen to me, ye Kong!"

Ye Kong's vocal cord was equipped with spiritual power, and its roar was far louder than the lion roar of Wulin experts, like a thunder in the air, which shook the eardrums of the people present, and the chaotic scene immediately quieted down. Thousands of eyes on Ye Kong at the scene, waiting to see what he was going to say.

"Violate military discipline and commit murder in the street. I want to see what this boy can say to turn the tide!" Chen Qingfang patted the window frame again and snorted coldly.

"What can a yellow lipped child with no neat hair say?" The master followed with a disdain, and then sighed, "Ye Haoran really has unparalleled martial arts. How old is this boy? He has such skills."

Not only Chen Qingfang was watching, but everyone on the scene focused on Ye Kong, waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation. If the explanation did not satisfy everyone, it was estimated that the next wave of public anger would be stronger.

However, ye Kong did not explain his behavior, but ordered people to enter the house and move out a big table of eight immortals.

They didn't know what he was going to do. They all watched patiently. Thousands of people at the scene were staring at the big table being moved out and placed at the door of the Tibetan spring tower.

"Liu Changqing!" At this time, ye Kong roared again.

"The end will come!"

"Stand up!"

Liu Changqing had full trust in Ye Kong and didn't even think about it. He jumped onto the big table, his feet as wide as his shoulders, and stood proudly with his hands on his back.

"What is this for?" Chen Qingfang frowned and asked.

The master shook his head and guessed, "is it necessary to punish his subordinates in public? This move can indeed solve the current crisis, but it still can't change the nature of his public evil, but it is suspected of betraying his subordinates at a critical time."

Of course, ye Kong didn't punish Liu Changqing, but he shouted, "remove your coat!"

"Yes!" Liu Changqing did not hesitate, raised his hand, took off his coat, threw it on the table, and then stood proudly with his hands down.

Just when they thought Ye Kong was going to physically punish this person in public, they heard Ye Kong shout, "Liu Changqing! How many scars do you have on your body! Answer honestly!"

The onlookers listened to this question and hurriedly watched. They saw that Liu Changqing, who was naked, had black, white and white scars, full of all kinds of scars.

Listen to Liu changqinglang's voice, "return to the eighth young master! The last general has 86 scars!"

"Speak up!" Ye Kong roared.

"The last general has 86 scars!" Liu Changqing shouted back.

"How to get it!"

"Return to the eighth young master! The last general followed the general at the age of 15. He has been fighting for 13 years and has experienced 46 Wars..."

Ye Kong roared and interrupted, "how do you get it? It's simpler!"

"Thanks to the barbarian enemy!"

Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar. It was a hero. Everything he said was false. The scars of others were real. If there were no these soldiers fighting with blood, this place would still be a prairie now.

Hero visiting a brothel should not be a bad deed, right? The people have never enjoyed the blessing of the iron yam division, but they have always enjoyed the stable environment brought by Ye Jiajun. The people want to make a judgment now.

But it's not over yet, just listen to Ye Kong roar again, "next!"

Another sergeant stood up, standing proudly in addition to his coat.

"Name! Military position!"

"Wu is the country! Centurion!"

"How many scars are there on your body!"

"Seventy five!"

"How many barbarians did you kill?"

"Hui Ba young master! He is not talented at the end, and he is not proficient in martial arts. He has experienced more than 50 wars, and was injured in every battle. A total of 572 enemy heads were cut before and after!"

"Wow!" Some people in the crowd were surprised, and no one laughed at the surprised people. They all looked at the not tall officer with admiration.

At first, he said that he was not good at learning skills. When they heard this, they were still muttering whether it was really bad at learning skills. That's why they were injured every time they went to the battlefield?

Hearing the number of beheadings again, I was immediately surprised. On average, ten enemy heads were cut down in each battle. This is not good at learning skills. This is charging ahead, brave and fearless!

Cangnan continent respects the strong, and has more admiration than others for such heroes who are not afraid of life and death and kill many enemies. At present, the people have more admiration for the soldiers in the field.

At this time, ye Kong asked again, "Wu Wei Guo, 572 pieces, you remember so clearly, are you bragging?"

Everyone heard that, yes, is this guy bragging? After all, his words are useless.

Wu Weiguo raised his head and said in a loud voice, "Hui 8th young master, I remember very clearly on the military achievement book, 572 pieces. If there is a word of falsehood, I will be willing to present it with my head!"

"Really, it must be true. Otherwise, how dare you guarantee with your head?" The onlookers whispered again.

Then Wu Weiguo said, "Ye family military regulations! Those who do not kill a hundred people cannot be called Ye family soldiers! Those who do not kill two hundred people cannot be promoted to ten captains! Those who do not kill 500 people cannot be promoted to a hundred captains!"

After Wu Weiguo shouted again, a group of Ye family soldiers shouted in unison, "those who don't kill a hundred people can't be called Ye family soldiers! Those who don't kill two hundred people can't be promoted to ten captains! Those who don't Kill 500 people can't be promoted to a hundred captains!"

The sound is like a raging wave, and the air is rolling in the sky!

The onlookers also heard their blood boiling, and there was an upsurge in their hearts. In Ye Kong, they said, "long live Ye Jiajun!" All the people roared with the cry of.