The beginning of the war of resistance made the young marshal kneel

While Yang Chengyu taught the guard next to him a lesson, he pushed the mahjong tiles in front of him forward.

"It's muddled, it's muddled!"

"Give me the money, give me the money!"

The guy laughed and stood up, and Yang Chengyu grabbed all the banknotes that were placed next to the businessmen who were sitting with him.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of chickens and dogs jumping outside the door.

"Master, Master!"

"There are soldiers coming over, and they are coming this way."

A servant ran out in a panic, his face extremely pale.

"A soldier?"

The corners of Yang Chengyu's mouth curled up in disdain, his face full of mockery.

Speaking of soldiers, how many people in Sichuan Province are stronger than his father Yang Lin?

"Ma De, what kind of birdman? He dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, is he dying?"

"Damn it, copy it all for me!"

"These poor ghosts are really in a hurry, they dare to do anything!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Chengyu grabbed a Mauser rifle.

"If you don't kill a few poor ghosts, they really don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick?"

After finishing speaking, under the leadership of Yang Chengyu, a group of soldiers with the appearance of "evil slaves" opened the gate and rushed out.

Outside Yang Lin's mansion, a large group of hungry people, led by Zhang Zongqing, rushed over here.

Seeing the vicious slaves of the Yang family approaching aggressively, Zhang Zongqing did not hesitate at all.

"Don't beat them to death, just abolish them!"

"Yes!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zongqing raised the Mauser rifle in his hand, pulled the bolt and fired several shots in a row.

At the same time, the sharpshooters of the guard company also fired at the same time.

After the messy gunshots, a group of soldiers and ruffians who looked aggressive just now fell to the ground, howling like wolves and ghosts.

The guards and soldiers also strode forward. Zhang Zongqing looked at these soldiers and said, "Tie up all these guys!"

"Move out the Yang Mansion's food first!"

"I, Zhang Zongqing, am here today, setting up a porridge shed to give porridge to the victims of the disaster!"

Zhang Zongqing gave an order, and the guard company, led by Zhang Dabiao, rushed towards Yang Lin's mansion.

Afterwards, Zhang Zongqing turned around and looked at the victims who were already exhausted from hunger following him.

"Some of you who are cooks stand up and cook all the rice into porridge."

"In the famine year, I can't help much, but one or two bowls of porridge a day, until the professional disaster relief workers go to Sichuan and Sichuan."

"At that time, as long as you have some strength, you can use your work for relief!"

"I will not leave any of you behind. You will definitely be able to persist in the bumper harvest in the coming year."

"Of course, I don't and I don't want to see you robbing food and other people's food. If I find out, your fate will not be much better than theirs."

As soon as Zhang Zongqing's tone changed, it became extremely cold in an instant.

In the year of famine, when the ugly human nature erupts, some people can even change their children to eat, let alone grab other people's food.

"All in all, those who abide by my rules, you can live forever if I stay in Sichuan and Sichuan for one day."

"Even if I leave Sichuan and Shu Province in the future, there will be new officials to replace me to help you through the next difficulties."

Zhang Zongqing was concise and concise, after going through the disaster relief work in Gansu and Shanxi.

He knew that this was the best way and method to improve disaster relief efficiency and maintain stability.

The disorder caused by the famine is no less powerful than the famine itself.

As soon as Zhang Zongqing's voice fell, the people who had numb eyes and looked like walking corpses seemed to see hope and light.

One by one, they seemed to come alive.

"Plop, plop..."

One by one, the disaster victims slowly knelt down in front of Zhang Zongqing like a surging black wave.

At this time, Zhang Zongqing was their hope, the god who "saved" them from hell.

They thought they were abandoned by the world, but at this moment Zhang Zongqing gave them the same chance to live.

"Benefactor, thank you benefactor!"

"Thank you, thank you. If my family and I can survive this disaster, we are willing to serve as oxen and horses to benefactor from generation to generation."

"Ninny, that's great, you can live on, you can live on, kowtow to benefactor, kowtow to benefactor!"

"Mom, it's really great that we won't starve to death in the future..."

As far as the eye can see, these victims hugged each other weakly, and then kowtowed to Zhang Zongqing to thank him.

They have nothing, so they can only use this way of even a little value to thank the benefactor who saved them from "hell".

Inexplicably, Zhang Zongqing's figure trembled a little.

A touch from the bottom of my heart.

The gratitude of these victims can be said to be "worthless", but in Zhang Zongqing's view, it is already very important.

Didn't he travel back to this era just to change the fate of Huaguo?

And the country of Hua is made up of such ordinary people.

As a soldier, their gratitude is an affirmation of Zhang Zongqing.

Zhang Zongqing looked at the victims. He stood upright and received a solemn military salute.

And this military salute happened to be photographed by a reporter from the United States.

The photos and memories are frozen at this moment.

Many years later, some surviving ordinary people will always be moved to tears when they mention the soldier who respects the straight military salute.

And for many children, they chose to join the army in the future because of the figure of this Chinese soldier.

This military salute has changed the fate of too many people.

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Chapter 282 The Iron-Blooded Second Young Master, Killing All the Moths in the World

Yang Chengyu, who was still aloof before, was now tied up with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

With the cooperation of the soldiers of the guard company, the cooks among the hungry people had already cooked a pot of white rice porridge that was neither thick nor thin with a temporary cooker.

A few handfuls of green onions are sprinkled in the rice porridge, and the fragrant aroma can be smelled from far away.

The stomachs of the hungry people gurgled, presumably they were extremely hungry.

But under the organization of the guard company, no one dared to do anything to disturb the order.

Among the victims were skinny old people and children who were starving for food.

In times of famine, people like these are always the first to be eliminated.

Zhang Zongqing still remembered the pictures he saw from the news media in his previous life.

The old man held a pottery bowl in his hand, and a corner was broken beside the pottery bowl.

The old man's teeth have almost fallen out, her eyes are dull, and the rest can only wait for the final arrival of death.

But at this time, people like them don't have to face despair and death.

Because Zhang Zongqing reversed everything that might have happened almost by himself.

The skinny victims came to the soup kitchen in an orderly manner with broken bowls in their hands.

One bowl per person, no more, no less.

But in the eyes of these disaster victims, it is like extremely sweet nectar.

It was very greedy to take a bite, and the energy slowly entered the body.

Half of the leg that had already stepped into the gate of hell was finally retracted.

Some people were already holding those broken bowls, crying bitterly.

Human life is like a mustard.

But there are people who let them live when they need it the most. This kind of kindness is already like regeneration.

"Second son, I, Zhang Dabiao, have experienced countless vicious battles and killed countless enemies."

"In the past, when warlords fought in melee, they never knew what they were fighting for."

"Now that I think about it carefully, everything we have done is just for this purpose. If everyone can have food to eat, and everyone can not go hungry due to famine, then this is a prosperity that has never been seen before or since. Congratulations!"

Zhang Dabiao, who looks rough and sturdy on the outside, expressed one of the great achievements Zhang Zongqing wanted to pursue in his life in the most simple words.

Zhang Zongqing patted Zhang Dabiao on the shoulder, and he gave Zhang Dabiao a rare smile, "Let the [-] million Chinese compatriots in the country of Hua be able to eat and live in houses without having to suffer from cold and hunger."

"It's a long way to go."

Zhang Zongqing looked at the common people who were devouring the rice porridge, and his eyes seemed to become more and more profound.

But soon, Zhang Zongqing took his gaze back.

He looked at Yang Chengyu who fell on the ground crying and howling, already tied up with a rope.

Zhang Zongqing's gaze was extremely cold almost for an instant.

Natural disasters are often closely tied with man-made disasters.

And the people who turn natural disasters into tragic and inhuman disasters are often the group of people right now.

Zhang Zongqing still remembers that at the end of the Ming Dynasty, landlords and rich people were unwilling to give out half a grain of corn.

Until the hungry people rioted and broke through the city.

The landlord Lao Cai was killed, and the food they stored was enough to feed the victims for a year.

Rivers of blood flowed, mountains of hunger.

Half of it is a natural disaster, and the other half is the greed of these people.

……

"Bring this guy in!"

"Yes!"

A team of wolf-like guards dragged Yang Chengyu in with them.

"Let go of me, let me go!"

"Do you know who I am? You mob, how dare you do this to me?"

"My father is Yang Lin, do you dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head?"

Yang Chengyu struggled with all his strength, even in the current situation.

He still didn't take Zhang Zongqing and others seriously.

Zhang Zongqing gave the second generation ancestor a cold look, and then kicked him in the chest.

"Break ground on Tai Sui's head?"

"Not to mention Yang Lin, even Liu Xiang and Liu Wenhui don't have the guts to say this in front of me."

Zhang Zongqing roared angrily, his voice was full of disdain.