MTL - Rise From the Humble-Chapter 1711 Luck now, Japanese pirates arrive

  Chapter 1711 Luck now, Japanese pirates arrive

  The next day, before dawn, Zhu Pingan led the Zhejiang army to get busy in the Jiaochang area in charge, receiving and arranging the people who watched the sea sacrifice.

  In fact, in the middle of the night, many ordinary people have already arrived at the Jihaijiao place one after another.

  Zhao Wenhua intends to make this year's sea sacrifice to an unprecedented level and to go down in history. In order to let as many people as possible watch the sea sacrifice, Zhao Wenhua still cares about the common people. As soon as they heard that people came to watch the ceremony overnight, they ordered the soldiers of the battalions to boil hot water and pancakes early, so that every common people who came to participate in the sea sacrifice would have hot water to drink and pancakes to eat.

   Not only that, Zhao Wenhua also uncharacteristically pulled down his body to express condolences to the people who came to watch the sea sacrifice, asking for their health

  The common people were very simple. Seeing that Zhao Wenhua was ordering hot water pancakes and asking for warmth, they all called Zhao Wenhua Zhao Qingtian, making Zhao Wenhua enjoy it as if he had drunk fine wine.

  By the time of daybreak, the sea festival is already full of people, shoulder to shoulder, and bustling.

  There are too many people, and it is too chaotic. The common people come and go, walking around, looking around curiously at the Jihai Jiaochang, and there are even many vendors selling food and toys doing business in the Jiaochang...

  Zhu Ping'an looked at the scene and couldn't help scratching his head. Although Zhao Wenhua also adopted his own suggestion yesterday and ordered the battalions to restrict the movement of people in the area they are in charge of, but except for the area he is in charge of, the other battalions have implemented it in a mess, and Zhao Wenhua also turned a blind eye to this, and did not emphasize or pursue the responsibility of each battalion. As a result, the battalions became more and more perfunctory, and the order to restrict the movement of the people became a dead letter.

  If the movement of people is restricted and the people are resettled by area, even if Japanese pirates sneak into the sacrificial offerings in a village or area, it is easy to be caught out.

   But now...

  If Japanese pirates sneak into the sacrificial place to destroy it, it will be like entering an uninhabited land, and the consequences will be disastrous...

   No matter how good the policy is, if it cannot be implemented, it will be a blank sheet of paper!

   "Ma Dan!"

   "Stupid!"

  Zhu Ping'an looked around the chaotic and lively funeral hall, swept over the handsome tent, and couldn't help cursing twice.

   "Hehe, who offended my nephew? Tell uncle, and I will teach him a lesson for you."

  A familiar voice came from beside his ear, and Zhu Pingan turned around to look at the Marquis of Linhuai who was like an iron ball.

   "Oh, uncle, I'm scolding the Japanese pirates. If there are no stupid Japanese pirates to do harm, why would we need to go through all this trouble?"

  Zhu Pingan babbled nonsense with a natural expression on his face. If he was telling the truth, he would not be offended from the top to the bottom.

"Indeed, these days of murderous Japanese pirates are full of evil, and it is not an exaggeration to cut them into pieces." Linhuaihou nodded, and then said, "However, it is because of these heavenly murderous Japanese pirates that there are where we come in.”

   "What uncle said is true." Zhu Pingan said casually.

"Hehe, thanks to my nephew reminding me yesterday that my Jianghuai camp has set up a big camp again. Governor Zhang inspected the sacrificial site last night and saw that the antlers and ditches of our Jianghuai camp are heavily guarded. Your Zhe Army camp and our Jianghuai Dajian are the best." Marquis Linhuai patted Zhu Ping'an's shoulder thankfully, and said with a smile.

Zhu Pingan was polite, chatted with Marquis Linhuai for a while, and took the opportunity to tell Marquis Linhuai to be more vigilant. According to the order issued by Mr. Zhao last night, the movement of people in the area under his charge was restricted. If you are a gangster, you must be more vigilant, secretly identify and so on.

"Hehe, my nephew is still worried that the Japanese pirates will sneak into the sacrificial offerings and cause damage?" Marquis Linhuai said with a nonchalant smile, "With so many officers and soldiers staring at us, none of the common people can bring weapons into the venue, even if there are some Japanese pirates When I came in, I just hid some short soldiers, how much damage the Japanese pirates armed with short soldiers can cause, in front of us, it is the military exploits sent to the door..."

  The Japanese pirates with short blades, in front of the officers and soldiers of the guard, are not military merits sent to the door, but wolves who are difficult to deal with.

  In the hands of unarmed people, it is even more fatal...

  However, it is not an egg.

  You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, especially when there is not only one but a group of people pretending to be asleep.

   "My lord, is it useful to sacrifice to the sea? After offering sacrifices to the sea, can the sea **** help us destroy Japanese pirates in the sea?" Liu Dadao approached Zhu Pingan while maintaining order, and asked with a confused look on his face.

"Confucius said that he respects ghosts and gods and stays away." Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly, and said slowly, "Our Huaxia family has always been self-reliant and self-reliant, and we don't rely on praying for gods and worshiping Buddha, even in myths and legends. The sky is broken, daughter When the flood came, Yu dug the river to control the water; after ten days of exposure to the sun, Yi shot nine days to keep one; when the disease came, Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and cured it. It is ourselves, not ghosts and gods, that determine our destiny. "

   "I understand." Liu Dadao nodded, and then asked, "My lord, will Japanese pirates come to make trouble today?"

   "The Japanese pirates will definitely come to make trouble." Zhu Pingan said with a confident face.

  The reason why Zhu Ping'an is so sure is not only based on his understanding and analysis of Wang Zhi, Xu Hai and other Japanese pirates, but also based on himself.

   "Guangzong Yaozu." Zhu Pingan stood on the **** and muttered to himself.

  Mysterious and mysterious luck appeared out of thin air in Zhu Pingan's field of vision on the Jiao field, and blood red and black occupied the main colors on the field.

  This represents the **** disaster and death energy. If the Japanese pirates did not come to make trouble, how could there be such a serious blood disaster and death energy.

  Looking in all directions, Zhu Pingan found that there was nothing abnormal in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, but there was mixed luck in the altar.

   It can be seen that Japanese pirates have already mixed in, and there are still a lot of them.

  It's a pity that luck can't help you distinguish which is the Japanese pirate and which is the common people. Everyone's heads are covered with mixed luck of white, black, and blood red. That's right, no matter what level the Japanese pirates are in, whether it's cannon fodder, small bosses, or even self-proclaimed generals or kings, their luck is all white.

   At 7:00 a.m. the sun rises, the Hong bell rings, the auspicious time has come, and the sea sacrifice ceremony is just beginning.

On the platform for offering sacrifices to the sea, nine strong men dressed in Taoist warriors walked onto the platform bare-chested, stood in front of the nine gigantic cowhide drums, held the drumsticks with both hands, and beat the drums with all their strength. .

  Boom boom boom.

After the nine drums, the sound of sacrificial music sounded. Zhao Wenhua, who was bathing and changing clothes, took the lead, and Zhang Jing was half a step behind. Except for officials such as Zhu Ping'an and Linhuai Hou who were in charge of the order in the area, the rest of the officials followed closely and went up to the altar. .

   "The priest is in place! Offer food!"

  Ox heads, sheep heads, pig heads, beans, wine bottles, silk and other sacrifices decorated with red silk were offered on the altars.

  A group of people stretched their necks and looked up, with excited expressions.

  (end of this chapter)