The soldiers on the sidelines shouted mighty, and the people sitting on the platform also stood up and applauded and cheered.

Gu Junen sat there, his face full of surprise.

Zhou Xian walked forward and waved his hand to stop everyone's voice. He looked down at the draft Gu Yanwu wrote for him, he hesitated for a moment, and then put it away directly.

Most of these soldiers were illiterate men and licking blood on their heads. They might not be able to understand what he wrote, but today Zhou Xian wanted them to understand them all.

Zhou Xian stood with his hands behind his back and raised the tone and shouted: "Someone said that he once told me that the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty were the best, and it was not easy to defeat them. But today I want to say that the strongest army in the world is here, and you are the ones who can defeat the Tartars. Today you will go to Liaodong to fight, and I will see you off here. In the future, I will lead you to recover Liaodong, and we will still celebrate the merits here. Then everyone will not return without getting drunk."

Li Kai stood beside him and shouted loudly: "Destroy the Manchus and recover Liaodong."

Inspired by him, more than 10,000 soldiers under his command shouted "Destroy the Manchus and recover Liaodong", and their voices were shocking.

When the voice gradually became weaker, Zhou Xian stretched out his hands and pressed it down, continuing, "Maybe you all have a question in your heart, why do we go to Liaodong at this time? In fact, I thought about it for a long time before making the decision to send troops to Liaodong, and now I can give you an answer."

As he said that, he pointed to an older soldier in front and asked, "What's your name? Where are you from?"

The veteran stepped forward and said, "Report to the commander, the villain Xiao Jiujin, and from Mengyin, Linyi."

Zhou Xian nodded and smiled, "Then you are not alone. I checked the recent roster. At least 40% of the newly recruited soldiers were from Linyi."

Xiao Jiujin smiled shyly, "My place is full of mountains, very poor, and I can't eat enough for normal times. I heard that as long as I am selected to join the army, I can get five taels of silver and five dou of rice immediately. From now on, not only will I be able to eat full every meal, but I can also get some money. After hearing about it, the people in my place rushed to join the army, so there was a little more. Supervisor, I'll kowtow to you here, thank you for letting me have enough food."

Zhou Xian waved his hand to stop him from kneeling, "Xiao Jiujin, brother Jiujin, there is something you said wrong. I have never let you eat enough?"

Xiao Jiujin was stunned for a moment and said, "Who is that?"

Zhou Xian looked around and said, "It's the people, the people in the world. They work for a year, starting from sowing, weeding, fertilizing, and sprinkling all their sweat. When they finally get it, the government will collect taxes. You said that I let you eat enough and eat, which is very wrong. I just collected these food, drink, and use from the people, and then used these things to supply you. Your benefactors should be them, not me. You shouldn't be my Zhou Xian's army, but the army of the people in the world, but we seem to have never regarded them as benefactors."

Speaking of this, Zhou Xian raised his tone and said, "We were defeated in the war, we fled, leaving millions of people in Liaodong to the Manhu. When we were leaving, we robbed them and packed our waists. When we met those who resisted, we killed them; when we met beautiful women, we snatched them as our concubines; when we met crying and listening to an upset children, we slaughtered them with one knife. This is what we, we used to do, and this is how we treat our benefactors. Thinking about this, don't you usually feel blushed? Are you ashamed of what you do?"

He glanced at everyone and said, "I know that in our army, there is basically no such thing. But we should still be ashamed of ourselves, because it is our inability to defend Liaodong that has caused millions of people in Liaodong to suffer from the Manhu. Do you know what life they lived there? I am here to tell you today. Brother Jiujin, have you married?"

Xiao Jiujin was in a daze when he suddenly heard Zhou Xian call him again and said quickly: "The villain has a wife."

Zhou Xian nodded, "Then I ask you, what would you do if someone bullies your wife? Especially when that person is your immediate boss? Will you swallow your anger?"

Xiao Jiujin's face was flushed, "The Supervisor looked down on the villain too much. If someone dares to make me a green turtle, no matter who he is, I will just let him be a dead turtle."

Zhou Xian applauded twice and said to everyone: "Did you hear it? This is the temper that a bloody man should have. But Brother Jiujin, if such a thing really happens in the army, no matter you do it, I will deal with it. You retreat!"

Xiao Jiujin hugged Zhou Xian and retreated into the queue.

Zhou Xian continued: "I'll tell you a real thing. Duoduo is the brother of Dorgon, the regent of the Manchus. He is lustful. Fan Wencheng, Huang Taiji, and Dorgon both rely heavily on the Qing Dynasty and were named Grand Secretary. Among the ministers who surrendered to the Manchus, his status was even higher than that of the Sanshun King. But such an important Han official, Duoduo directly seized his wife. How did Huang Taiji deal with it in the end? He fined Duoduo 10,000 taels of silver, took away one-third of his Niulu, and soon returned it to him. As a Han Chinese, Fan Wencheng betrayed his ancestors and surrendered to the Manchus, which is not worthy of sympathy. The key is that all the Han ministers with high rank and power suffered such humiliation. How did other Han people in Liaodong look like? You can know how miserable they are."

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and a little drizzle drizzled in a short while, and the coldness was so cold.

But the whole audience was silent, with Zhou Xian's steady and exciting shouts echoing. "In Liaodong, everything the Han people owned belonged to the banner owners set up by the Manchus, their wives, children and everything they had. The banner owners disliked them and could kill them with one knife without paying any price. They worked in the fields, shedding sweat and blood and tears, and could only survive like animals. The Tartars called themselves slaves to the banner owner, while the Han people could not even call slaves. Because in their eyes, the Han people were not as good as a horse under their crotch and a calf plowing the land. The Han people could not wear their own clothes, and they had to cut off the long hair of their parents and turn them into ugly pigtail braids."
Chapter completed!