The monk was dressed in ordinary monk's clothes, and his hair was neatly shaved against his scalp, faintly blue.

Facing the guards with guns, a homeless man in the front row trembled uncomfortably, his fingers and lips were shaking, facing the state's violent machine, it was the most real nightmare for ordinary people.

Although they have nothing, they still have at least one life, which is the most important treasure since birth.

"I……"

Just when the homeless man was anxious and wanted to escape, a big rough hand pressed the homeless man's trembling palm, and then the arm squeezed hard, clasping the homeless man's arm tightly like a mechanical joint.

"Master." The shivering homeless man turned his head when the monk held his arm, and the monk's calm gaze met his gaze.

The monk is not a thin hemp pole. Under the cover of loose clothes, the outline of the muscles is very obvious, like the monk soldiers who could kill the warriors in the Warring States period.

"Don't be afraid, this time we will let those who live in the sky also hear our voice." He calmly looked at the imperial residence surrounded by the moat around the city, where the gods in the sky lived in the Cloud City.

The monk's left and right arms were clasped with one person each, and the two homeless men followed suit and dragged the people around them, three, five, seven, one row, two rows, three rows...

The team on the double bridge clasped their arms, like a group of brothers. The loose teams that had been separated from each other instantly reduced the gap, stuck close to each other, and instantly converged. The gears of human flesh rubbed against each other, like indestructible chains.

One stack of waves surging upon another, the waves rolling and converging, arms connected, in unison, in the same breath.

This team that came out of the North District has both homeless people in quilted clothes and ordinary people who joined later. The tattered clothes and the shiny new clothes are in stark contrast.

But at least in the face of the knife in the hands of the jackal beast, there is no difference between their identities, just a group of delicious food and another group of chewed-up meal waste.

On the narrow Erchong Bridge, the other demonstrators who gathered at the bridge and shouted unconsciously gave way. This ragged team was too intimidating. If they stopped in front of them, they would be swallowed by one bite. in this way.

"Tap."

The second bridge was crowded with teams from the North District.

One end of the bridge is a torrent of homeless people with their arms knocking together, and the other end is the majestic imperial palace. The only thing that separates the two sides is a not very wide bridge deck.

"Those who advance further are colliding with the royal family!"

The guards in front of the Imperial Palace gave a loud warning, and the protocol gun in his hand shone in the blazing sun.

Although the royal family of the island country is a mascot, without the divinity of the incarnation of the gods before World War II, but after more than a thousand years of nominal idol worship, the ordinary people of the island country are still psychologically short when facing the royal family.

The parade team only dared to surround several entrances and exits of the Imperial Palace and shout, and no one dared to rush forward or do other irrational things.

In the hearts of ordinary people, they still hold the simple Qingjun side of thinking, the royal family is good, the royal family is innocent, as long as a complaint to the royal family can cause changes in the country, a group of sheep negotiates in front of the alpha wolf that wolves should not eat sheep thing.

"Tread, step."

The guards and the police lined up together, their shiny boots stomping on the ground, their polished guns slanted across their chests.

In less than half a minute, the two sides would collide head-on, or the bullets fired from the gun chambers slammed into the heart.

The other congregating demonstrators watched the torrent of iron cables, and for a moment forgot their hoarse roar. The young people who fluttered the flag held the flagpole with both hands, and their strong hearts buckled their chests.

"He can't stop us."

But the human wall whose arms were stuck together seemed to have not heard the warning of the guards, and it seemed that they did not see the imperial palace where the emperor was located in front of them.

The person in the front row is the most dangerous facing the edge. If the gun is really fired, the person in the front row will surely die.

"start running!"

The torrent's brisk walk turned into a run, and the arms were intertwined and unstoppable. Everyone stepped down like a warhorse, with a three- or four-meter lance between their armpits, neighing and roaring wall-style charge! !

Even if the wall made of tower shields is blocking the front, it will be smashed by the torrent in an instant.

"Prepare!"

Dozens of soldiers stared at the monk in strange clothes. The monk stood in the center of the team, and from all aspects of his temperament, he was incompatible with other people, like a brave and fearless warrior.

As long as the opponent gets closer, the **** of the gun will hit the monk's face fiercely!

These guys must be crazy, don't they know that the Imperial Palace is in front? Whoever gives them the courage to defile the sacred chrysanthemum pattern, even the Amelika people in the upper country dare not!

"Ta Ta Ta Ta!"

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.

The dark crowd has different faces, yellow and thin, wrinkled and cracked, messy hair, wearing eyes, cloudy eyes, muddy cuffs, and slovenly curled trousers.

"Ugh..."

The guard swallowed, and he could see more and more clearly the faces of the homeless, the crooked hats, the baggy clothes, and the arms locked together.

Just as the monk and the others were running~lightnovelpub.net~ The homeless man in the second row suddenly ran out from the left and right, blocking the front of the first row. The iron chain became a new row, which happened to be in the Guarded by monks in the most dangerous positions.

"Come on!"

Someone in the crowd shouted a roar first, and the atmosphere that was about to explode was ignited in an instant.

The team suddenly accelerated, the trot jogging turned into a rush, and the sturdy double bridge was shaking.

Seeing that the other side actually dared to rush into the Imperial Palace, the guards raised their protocol guns: "Fight back!"

"fight back!"

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

The camera crew in the air opened their mouths and their heads buzzed. What they wanted to shoot was just the mass protests that broke out in Tokyo at the moment, to record a historic moment, not to shoot someone who dared to rush into the Imperial Palace.

The left-wing youth back then did not put their ideas into practice. What has happened to the island country for half a century?

I'm afraid this video will never see the light of day!

Under the aerial view, the torrent finally collided with the wall.

It's like a miner holding a mining pick, the **** of the gun slammed on the head and shoulder of the front row person.

Guns are not only deadly bullets, but the stock made of solid wood is also harmful. With one blow, the people in the front row will be fired, blood will flow out, and they will fall to the ground howling.

"Don't fight back, rush!"

But the Imperial Palace guards had just fought with the people in the first row, followed by the second row, the third row... The torrent of the human wall rushed forward unstoppably.

"You stop! Stop!"

"Puff-puff-puff."

The guards who fought back were crowded down the Erchong Bridge and smashed into the moat with a thud.

In the endless crowd, the guards holding the protocol guns were also wrapped up, and the weapons in their hands could not be used at all, and it seemed more like they 'voluntarily' joined the team.