I started as an exile, and I relied on space to support my family of loyal heroes.

"Ha!" Bai Hong sneered.

"What do you have to rebel against?"

Bai Hong glanced at the trembling refugees behind Zhao Cheng and asked, "Use these refugees who can't even fight or kick?"

Instead of following Zhao Cheng in rebellion, he might as well follow the Xiao family in rebellion.

After all, the Xiao family still has 30,000 to 40,000 private soldiers, and all of them are quite capable in fighting.

Two or three ordinary soldiers are not enough to defeat Xiao family's private soldiers.

Then he would have some confidence in overthrowing Emperor Wu of Liang.

To be honest, he had been annoyed with the mean-spirited Emperor Wu of Liang for a long time.

Especially after Emperor Wu of Liang was struck by lightning and lost all his hair, he became moody and capricious.

How can such an emotionally unstable person be the king of a country?

"...Of course not!" Zhao Cheng forced a smile.

"This is only temporary."

After a pause, Zhao Cheng continued,

"General Bai should have seen on his way here that Daliang State suffered a severe drought due to the inaction of its incompetent ruler, and the people were displaced..."

"It was only after I saw the tyrant being warned by God and struck by lightning that I decided to benefit the people and rebel against the tyrant..."

"Don't you want the drought to end soon?"

Bai Hong curled the corners of his lips and glanced at Zhao Cheng indifferently.

"You've been jumping up and down for so long, but no rain has fallen from the south."

There was a severe drought all over the country, and the Taoist priests who prayed for rain tried many methods, but failed to get even a drop of rain.

This is God's punishment. How can the punishment end before the time comes?

He looked at Zhao Cheng and found that he did not have the bearing of an emperor.

Seeing Bai Hong unmoved, Zhao Cheng continued to persuade him.

"If our rebellion succeeds, I will immediately transfer water from the south to the north, so that the people in the north who are suffering from severe drought can survive."

"Instead of being like a tyrant, only caring about the two hairs on his head, only knowing how to chase Xiao Yunzhan and kill him, without caring about the lives of the people..."

"What's the point of issuing an edict of apology? The drought is still going on. What the people need is water, not a few empty words of apology from a foolish ruler..."

"......"

After listening to Zhao Cheng's remarks, Bai Hong couldn't help but look up to him a little bit.

Why do I only think highly of it a little bit? That’s because what Zhao Cheng said was just words, and nothing was put into practice.

In the south, there is still some water in lakes and wells, but the drought is actually very serious.

As he walked along, he saw that the fertile fields had been cracked by the sun and there was no harvest.

It's useless to pour water on it. The sun is so strong that it will wilt after just one morning.

"okay!"

Seeing that Zhao Cheng was talking with foam at the corners of his mouth, Bai Hong interrupted him directly.

"The sword in my hand is not aimed at the refugees, and you are not capable of fighting me."

Bai Hong glanced at the trembling refugees.

"The refugees can disperse on their own. This general will not pursue the matter!"

As soon as Bai Hong finished speaking, the refugees, who were already terrified by the sight of the soldiers, dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.

Zhao Cheng turned around and saw his men running around, his eyes red with anger.

"Whoever dares to run, I will be the first to kill him!"

The refugees paused and looked back at Zhao Cheng with horror.

"You dare!" Bai Hong drew his sword, pointed it at Zhao Cheng and shouted angrily.

Zhao Cheng gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the refugees who wanted to escape, completely ignoring the threats from Bai Hong behind him.

If he surrenders, his whole family will die. But there is still a glimmer of hope if he fights hard.

Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng's eyes darkened slightly.

He patted the horse's back and jumped off.

Seeing this, Bai Hong jumped off his horse with his sword in hand and ran after Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng took two steps and rushed to the refugees closest to him, grabbed two of them, and placed his sword across their necks.

He looked up at Bai Hong who was rushing towards him and said in a deep voice,

"One more step closer and I'll kill these refugees!"

The refugee was so frightened that his legs went limp. He knelt down and begged, "Please spare my life, sir, please spare my life..."

"Stop!" Bai Hong looked at the blood oozing from the refugee's neck, his expression suddenly darkened.

"I thought you were a righteous man who was dedicated to the people, but I didn't expect that I overestimated you..."

"Do you think I want to?"

"It was the tyrant emperor who forced me to do this!"

Zhao Cheng roared at the top of his lungs.

He glanced sharply at the group of palace guards who had been following him.

"Do you all want to go back and have your entire clan exterminated?!"

Upon hearing this, the stunned palace guards reflexively grabbed a refugee nearby and put their swords on the refugee's neck.

They were a little confused for a moment.

How can this counter-attack be so trifling?

Bai Hong looked at the palace guards who were holding one or two refugees hostage, and his cheeks turned red with anger.

Even with this, you still want to rebel? What a foolish rebellion.

Well, how could a chief of the imperial guards who roamed around the palace all year round have the ability to lead troops?