Thanks to Brother Feng's 98 boss for his 100 yuan reward, even if there is a lot of wine, it must be updated.

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Really killed, no doubt about it.

Grandpa Wei felt out a handkerchief again, he didn't know who was shot, he only knew that someone had to shed blood.

As far as his old man is concerned, his kindness is always selective.

The man in front of him was clearly not within the scope of his mercy.

Because, Gonggong Wei is unwilling to become a little villain with a stroke in the history books, like the two civil servants in the Suzhou incident - if he dies, he will be laughed at and scolded by others.

Someone has to die.

He believed that if he didn't kill someone, his fate would be worse than the one in front of him who was shot.

In this way, there is no psychological burden.

Liu Yuanzhen's corpse silenced the crowd as if it were frozen frame.

After a few breaths, a disciple of Donglin Academy let out a hysterical cry: "Teacher! Teacher! ”

However, he didn't dare to rush forward to hug and drag the body of his division commander.

He only dared to cry there.

The cry was accompanied by trembling legs.

Killed, killed!

The crowd panicked.

Mr. Liu's body was lying motionless on the ground, blood kept flowing out, and the pool of blood was so close to the crowd that it was terrifying for those who were close at hand.

A scholar-like scholar sat down on the ground in fright, and he was incontinent because of his fame.

A few of the people were also afraid, they had seen a dead person, but they had never seen such a miserable death.

Mr. Liu's blood was too much.

A few oil mixes are the most discerning, and when they see that something is wrong, they hurriedly retreat.

What does Mr. Donglin's death have to do with them?

It's true to take people's money, but it doesn't say that you want to die.

"Stand back!"

After the killing, the dog eunuch minions held crossbow arrows and held knives and forced forward.

Compared to these minions, armed to the teeth, the crowd on the opposite side was more like unarmed.

Even if they have a hoe in their hands, a flat pole, and an iron rod.

Even if there are more of them.

Frightened and panicked, the crowd subconsciously retreated.

Wang Xiucai howled loudly, he beat his legs desperately, but his legs couldn't move as if they were rusty. His eyes were round and red, but instead of a monstrous flame, he shot a terrified gaze.

He was scared, really scared.

The corpse of his mentor who had taught him for several years was not far in front of him, and the teacher who had just walked side by side with his students was there, but he just didn't dare to move.

His teeth trembled terribly.

"Back off, back off, back off!"

The sergeant with the knife did not stop, but lined up in several rows, and approached viciously.

The crowd kept retreating, crowding, pushing, and being driven out little by little.

The Wei Gong Guild kills, but it is not a person who kills indiscriminately.

He just wanted the crowd to get out of the way and make sure he was okay.

At his behest, the crossbow-wielding guards kept their eyes on the soldiers who looked like leaders, and at the strong men who were easy to "take risks".

As long as the slightest movement of the crowd is concerned, the merciless arrow will pierce them.

A snake can't have a head, and a group can't have a leader.

Mr. Liu's death apparently made the people and scholars who rushed into the yamen temporarily lose the ability to think, and they did not have time to think under the coercion of the wolf-like sergeants.

What is set in front of them is death or retreat.

Perhaps, they will react and understand that as long as they are desperate to move forward, no matter how powerful the minions of this dog eunuch are, they will not be able to stop the crowd after all.

Unfortunately, that would surely kill people.

No one wants to die in vain, even if many of them come with murderous intentions.

Gonggong Wei walked out of the hall and looked at the crowd that had retreated to the front yard, he knew that at least half an hour, he was safe.

His gaze fell on the shadows under the corner, and he smiled at the shivering man hiding in the shadows.

Isn't that the iron-hearted Lord thin?

Just as he was about to say hello and ask the supreme official of Wuxi to come forward to persuade the crowd to retreat, there was a sound like fried beans outside the ear.

The sound made Father-in-law Wei's expression cold, and his eyes became very gloomy.

……

Oshima, who was trapped at the Lianrong Bridge, was ready to give some warning to the surrounding Ming people, because he had just received a military order from Shangguan.

When he noticed that there were people around him who were trying to disrupt his subordinates and snatch weapons, Oshima did not hesitate to give the order.

"Raise the gun!"

Oshima gave orders to his subordinates in Chinese, which he was not proficient in, even if his subordinates were all Japanese people.

Not only Oshima, but also Yamamoto and Hyojiro, when training their subordinates, they all gave orders in Chinese, and never used Japanese language.

This move is that Oshima is showing their hearts to the lord.

They are not the Japanese army, but the Ming Imperial Army.

In order to return to the homeland where they were born and raised, the imperial army must prove their loyalty to the Duke of Wei.

Nothing proves loyalty more than the same language, the same language, the same customs.

More than a hundred imperial soldiers raised their firearms towards the crowd.

"What are you going to do!"

"You are officers and soldiers, how can you hurt the people!"

“……”

The angry populace accused the sergeants, who looked like officers and soldiers but did not look like them, and did not feel frightened and flinched because the other party suddenly pointed their weapons at them.

There are many people who are brave and courageous, and the dense crowd in all directions makes the small group of people in the center feel extremely relieved and extremely down-to-earth.

Oshima was silent and did not try to speak to the people of the Ming Kingdom who were accusing of these accusations.

The subordinates were also silent, they only held the fire hammer in their hands tightly, waiting for the order to fire from the Oshima Commander.

These Ming Imperial soldiers brought back from Liaodong also had anger in their hearts.

They did not make a mistake, and they faithfully carried out the military orders, but the people of the Ming Kingdom suddenly besieged them. These angry Ming people threw a lot of stones and bricks at them, and some of the guys who looked like scoundrels tried to snatch their weapons, but because there was no military order, coupled with a certain inferiority complex in their hearts about their own identity, even if they had weapons that could take people's lives in an instant, they didn't dare to fight back, and they didn't even dare to scold back.

Because, what they like to scold, and what is easy to scold is still the language of their hometown.

Therefore, they would rather shut up and remain silent than dare to scold.

Now, they have finally been ordered.

The anger of civilians can be converted into attacks, and the anger of soldiers can also be converted into attacks.

More than a hundred fire guns were raised, and the mouth of the black hole hidden a terrifying flame.

The crowd surrounding them on the island was not intimidated by the murderous intent, and the insults came one after another, but as long as you pay a little attention, you can see that there are still some people quietly retreating.

Everyone, these are all there, they are not afraid that these seemingly officers and soldiers will open the fire, but they feel that there are too many people in the vicinity, and they want to breathe a breath of fresh air outside.

After taking a few steps back, I found that the people around me had not retreated, and I saw that the officers and soldiers of the gang had not moved, and some of these people stopped.

Perhaps, these few steps will make his breathing easier.

Oshima pointed his command knife in the direction of the prefectural office, and the team began to move slowly.

They've been around here for too long.

"Don't let them go!"

"These people must be going to save the dog eunuchs, don't let them pass!"

“……”

There were brave citizens who saw through the actions of the officers and soldiers at a glance, and they shouted and blocked the front of the team again, looking angrily at these guys who always did not speak, with a fearless face.

However, these officers and soldiers did not stop, but marched straight towards them with their firearms. At this moment, the brave citizens involuntarily retreated.

They can't help but not retreat, and the fire guns against their bodies are really scary.

The situation was soon learned by the gentlemen of Donglin.

………

Gao Panlong was very surprised by the officers and soldiers who suddenly appeared, as far as he knew, the guards near Wuxi were not equipped with firearms, and besides, it was impossible for those guards to come over.

The gentlemen were talking about where this army was and who was leading the team, shouting that they would join them tomorrow, even if they didn't participate, they would find their superiors and bring the team to justice.

"There are only more than 100 people left and right, Xu was brought by the Wei eunuch from the Jingshi, this will be in trouble for the master, how can the dog not come to the rescue." Anxi Fan guessed quite accurately.

"Don't let these soldiers get close to the yamen!"

It was impossible for Gao Panlong to be frightened by this army of only more than 100 officers and soldiers, so he asked Zhao Fujiao to take people to take a look and try to stop it.

When Zhao Fujiao arrived with a few disciples and some of the city gentry who had just arrived, the officers and soldiers had already broken through to less than 500 meters away from the yamen, and were still advancing.

Seeing that this was not going to work, Zhao Fujiao found the academy disciples who were "commanding" in the vicinity and asked them why they couldn't stop it.

These disciples also have difficulties, after all, the officers and soldiers have weapons in their hands, although they did not fire, but who dares to guarantee that those fire guns will remain dumb.

It's just that I don't dare to say to the teachers that if the teachers think that the disciples are greedy for life and afraid of death, then the future will be ruined.

You must know that their homes worship the academy all the year round, so what is the purpose of finding a place for them to study in the academy?

In addition to reading good books, isn't it the influence of the Donglin Party in Jiangnan in this world?

As long as they read well, are they still afraid of not having officials, and they are still afraid of not having connections?

However, if they want to exchange their lives, I am afraid that none of them will want to.

Looking at these squeaky and embarrassed disciples, Zhao Fujiao hated iron and steel, but he couldn't say anything more to them.

The children of the sages are not comparable to ordinary people.

He personally took people to inspect and see if these officers and soldiers had the courage to open fire. After reading the results, his heart suddenly burst, he felt that these officers and soldiers were a little nondescript and irregular, and they looked more like thugs and murderers recruited by Eunuch Wei himself. Whether it's clothes or hats, there's something wrong.

That's a little tricky.

If it is really an officer and soldier, then it is really the Wei eunuch who brought it from Beijing, and Zhao Fujiao is not afraid.

Shooting civilians openly, forgive the officers and soldiers for not being able to do it.

It's not an officer and soldier, so Zhao Fujiao broke through.

"Teacher, what should I do?"

One of the disciples of Zhao Fujiao quietly asked the teacher.

This disciple was also sharp-eyed, and he noticed the hesitation on the teacher's face, so it was estimated that the teacher was also afraid that these officers and soldiers would kill people.

In that case, it must not be in vain. Anyway, the crowd on the county government side has already broken through, and even if this army of officers and soldiers is allowed to pass, it is just to collect the corpses of the dog eunuchs, and they can't save people. When a person dies, do these officers and soldiers still have to be enemies of a dead person and the people of the whole city of Wuxi?

Zhao Fujiao didn't answer the disciple, he was also very nervous now, he couldn't eat it accurately.

I wanted to go back and discuss with Gao Panlong and them, but the disciples and gentry around him were all looking at him, which really made him embarrassed to go back, otherwise, it would be a bit embarrassing.

The ranks of officers and soldiers were still moving forward.

What to do?

Forward or backward?

I was worried in every way, and I didn't know what to do, but I saw that the team of officers and soldiers suddenly stopped.

Someone blocked them.

"The traitorous temple killed my Mr. Donglin, and my generation has been taught by Mr. Wang's painstaking teachings, in order to uphold justice for the world and seek justice for the people! …”

A young soldier in his early twenties excitedly held the firearm of the sergeant opposite, "If justice can only be obtained by blood cleansing, I, Chen Fang, am fully willing to be the first person whose head falls to the ground!" ”

"Good!"

The crowd was thrilled by this young soldier named Chen Fangquan, and one by one they were no longer afraid, and bravely rushed forward to learn that Chen Fangquan used his body to block the mouths of the officers and soldiers, blocking their way forward.

Zhao Fujiao was embarrassed, he recognized it, that Chen Fangquan was a disciple of the academy, he looked obscure on weekdays, and he never thought that he would be so brave. Chen Fangquan's awe-inspiring look of righteousness was ashamed of him, the division commander.

"Even if there is something to be done in the world, I will not let go, and there is a point in the world that cannot be done, and I must not commit a crime!"

Chen Fangquan raised his head and looked directly at the soldier in front of him who had stunned him, and what he was shouting was the slogan that Mr. Donglin had proclaimed at the college assembly last year.

"Thief, if you have the guts, you will step over the corpse of my generation of scholars!" Chen Fangquan looked at the soldier in front of him with disdain.

Yaga!

Although the Imperial Army with the gun had already figured out the fire fold, his hands were shaking.

He was so scared.

The scholars of the Ming Kingdom are very powerful.

Oshima also shocked the actions of the Ming scholar, and he looked at the scholar in disbelief, looking at the people of the Ming Kingdom who stepped forward to block the mouths of his subordinates with their bodies.

"Justice and justice, how can it be discussed by the disciples alone!" Zhao Fujiao couldn't stand anymore, and at this moment, he couldn't afford to wait and see.

He walked forward bravely, until he walked to Chen Fangquan's side, then looked at him, and said in a harmonious voice: "If you really need blood to get justice, then the teacher should die first, and then you disciples!" ”

"Teacher! …”

Chen Fangquan choked up, he never thought that one day he would fight side by side with the most respected division commander.

Justice can make people's blood burn!

Hot blood can make people forget to be afraid!

Zhao Fujiao looked at this young student and was pleased, he was really relieved, the young generation of the academy has finally grown up, and in the future, the world will be theirs!

"In the future, if you don't understand anything, just come to me..."

Zhao Fujiao was determined to cultivate this young disciple well, but before he finished speaking, he heard a "bang", and then the fire pipe was hot, and then the whole person flew backwards involuntarily.