It's crowded outside.

On the north bank of Jinglong Bridge, the long street leading directly to Xianfeng Gate is densely packed with people.

The most striking are the imams in red robes.

They were shouting along the street with a simple knife in one hand and an iron trumpet in the other, and they were followed by an entourage with a brass trumpet in their hands, constantly blowing a very short piece of music, which was actually a rallying call, and one flag after another was carried by a famous flag bearer on his shoulder, and the red flag was embroidered with yellow letters, and there were also different animal or flower patterns, and the pattern on each flag was different......

This is the flag of the militia.

A parish has a militia, a red flag with the name of the diocese, and an additional pattern for the convenience of illiterate believers, as for what pattern is completely set by yourself.

There were also young men pouring out from all over the alleys, courtyards and even shops on both sides, armed with bamboo guns, knives and even big wooden sticks smashed into nails, and presumably blacksmiths and carpenters carrying sledgehammers and axes, all of whom were concentrating on those flags. And under some of the banners of the completion of the concentration, those young people are re-dispersed and clogged the streets with all kinds of debris they can find around them, trolleys, broken wooden planks, and even some people simply carry out all kinds of tables, chairs and furniture. These haphazard piles were piled up in the streets to form obstacles that were simply crushing to the cavalry, and there were even a few children running merrily in the crowd, pulling ropes and weaving stumbling ropes in the streets that also broke the cavalry.

And in those small buildings on both sides of the street, countless people are also poking their heads out.

Among them were a large number of women, laughing and laughing as they took out stones and piled them up at hand.

At this moment, everyone turned their heads.

Everyone was staring at Zhao Gou, Xiao Qing and the others who rushed out of Jinglongmen.

Xiao Qing didn't tremble for any reason.

This fierce general who has followed Guo Yaoshi since he was resentful of the army can also be regarded as a murderous general, at this moment, I don't know why he has a sense of weakness and helplessness, as if he is a little sheep targeted by wolves, he shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel this strange feeling, silently muttering in his heart that they are just a group of ordinary people, and his iron horse will definitely scatter and flee as soon as he rushes, and then the picture of them burning and looting before comes to his mind, and finally regains his strength.

"Kill!"

Then he raised his mace and roared.

The next moment, he was the first to urge the war horse to rush across the Jinglong Bridge, and Zhao Gou was also forced to a dead end, also carrying a spear forward, and more than two hundred iron horsemen surged out behind them.

"Kill!"

Countless roars rang out across from him.

Led by those red-robed patriarchs, all the young adults on the street automatically formed a team, holding dense bamboo spears and crashing into the Jinglong bridgehead.

Xiao Qing, who rushed across the bridge, roared and suddenly lifted the war horse upward, the war horse under his crotch neighed and jumped upwards and suddenly reached the barricade blocking the road, but this barricade was a large pile of debris instead of the ground, and the bottom was all empty, the four hooves of the war horse fell into it almost instantly, and the broken wooden planks cut bloody wounds on the horse's legs, and the war horse screamed and lost the momentum of the charge in an instant. Almost at the same time, the dense bamboo spears on the opposite side also stabbed, and Xiao Qing on horseback fiercely waved his mace with his power to instantly smash the bamboo spear in front of him, but at the same time, a group of young people behind the crowd suddenly rushed out of the shops on both sides, and then the slings in their hands flicked, and one by one fist-sized stone balls roared, one of which was smashing Xiao Qing's right eye.

He screamed, and his right eye was immediately blind.

Before he could come to his senses, there was suddenly another person in front of the horse's head, and he was about to stab him with a dagger, and he swung his mace and smashed it on the man's head, but he didn't expect a sudden blow on his right arm, and the mace immediately fell.

Immediately after that, there was a chill on the thighs.

He let out a howl of grief as he looked down at the dagger that had stabbed diagonally into his thigh from under his iron armor.

At the same time, on the right side, which could not be taken care of because his right eye could not see, the ferocious blow fell on his back again, he screamed and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and just raised his head A bamboo spear came to the front, and the bamboo spear that hit the iron armor slid upward, right against his throat, although it still did not pierce because of the same iron armor's blocking, but the huge force still made his head rise suddenly.

This was followed by a third thump in the back.

Xiao Qing, who was in cardiac arrest, fell weakly from his horse, and a blacksmith's sledgehammer appeared in his vision, and the next moment the sledgehammer became the whole of his vision......

At the same time as he fell, countless militiamen surging from all directions suddenly drowned the cavalry in front of Jinglong Gate, and even some people who were familiar with water jumped directly into the moat, holding bamboo spears more than two zhang long and stabbing the horses of those cavalry from both sides. What's even more ruthless is those slingers, the militia holding the slings keep throwing out the fists of the stones in the back, and the cavalry screams one by one, although they are well-equipped, and one by one can be said to be battle-hardened, but there are only about 200 people in total, in fact, there are less than 150 horsemen out of the Longmen, and they are really helpless in the militia that seems to be surging endlessly......

At the same time as they cut down one, there will be dozens of bamboo guns, knives, hammers, and axes falling on their bodies, which can be used to fight here, and the good tiger can't stand the wolves!

What's more, they're not tigers yet.

What's more, what they are facing is not something that can be described by a group of wolves, it is completely a shouting and beating in the city, in the middle of the entire northern part of the outer city, all the young and strong people, even if they are not believers in the national teacher, are also involved in this craze and then rush out to Jinglongmen, not to mention that forty or fifty thousand people are coming to beat them like a carnival.

It's a hundred-to-one battle.

Those hapless cavalrymen were forced to stop by the barricades, held up by bamboo guns, and were smashed off their horses one by one in the fight of axes, hammers, large wooden sticks and other weapons, or simply pulled down, and then like the unlucky American soldiers in the Black Hawk Fall, they were beaten beyond recognition by countless fists and kicks, and even stripped off their armor and dragged to show off as trophies. This can't be said to be a battle at all, but like a carnival, countless ordinary people, including women, participated in the carnival, two horsemen who abandoned their horses and squeezed out of the crowd just ran to the bottom of a courtyard that was estimated to be Ji, and were buried with stones by dozens of flowery women on the second floor overhead.

Anyway, it's really tragic.

What's even more tragic is that the gungon princes who fled together among them, the cavalry has armor, but most of them don't even have armor.

Although they were behind, most of the stones thrown by the slings fell on their heads, and without the slightest protection, they screamed under the big stones that rained down like drops, and because of their different clothes, they were still the favorite targets of those militiamen, and as a result, not only most of the stone bullets were smashed against them, but even the bamboo spears that stabbed upwards from the moat took special care of them, and for a time the screams of the princes of Gon kept ringing out, and they also kept falling from the bridge, and they wailed helplessly like a pack of rabbits walking past a pack of wolves, on this small bridge they knew to be on their own.

Of course, the posture of perdition is different.

Qin Hui, who was still wearing a palace maid's costume, was hit in the head by a stone bullet in the first round of attacks, and he just arrived at the Jinglong Bridge and fell off the horse screaming, and before he could wake up, a bamboo gun stabbed him in the leg below, and it was a bamboo gun that was somewhat broken and forked, but he didn't get into it but hooked his leg. Poor Qin Zhongcheng was dragged down from the Jinglong Bridge like a fish, and as soon as he fell into the water, he was held down by four or five strong men, and then dragged to the shore, but he didn't know why he was beaten extremely violently, and then he was dragged away with a bloody face.

And Zhao Gou rushed to the front, in fact, when Xiao Qing was beaten by the group, he was also stabbed in the body by five bamboo guns at the same time, although he had armor to protect him, but after all, he couldn't withstand such an impact and fell off the horse, followed by four or five strong men rushing up......

Fortunately, he was recognized.

After all, he is also a native of Bianliang.

The probability of the people at the bottom of the city recognizing King Kang is still quite high, those strong men saw that they were the number one criminals, and immediately smashed him unconscious with a fist and kick like a treasure, and then covered his face with clothes to prevent others from recognizing and robbing him, this is a treasure, the reward must be the highest, and someone can't help but be greedy, so they lifted Zhao Gou directly in the chaos, lifted him into the air and carried him away.

And the most unlucky is Zhang Bangchang.

He was smart enough to jump off the Jinglong Bridge and into a reed, but he was afraid of being exposed......

It is said that he also has many acquaintances.

He is Zhao Ji's prime minister, and Zhao Huan is also the prime minister after he succeeds to the throne, and he is still famous for his reputation as a lord and faction, so he knew that he would inevitably be beaten by the group when he was picked out by the people, so he simply lay down in the reeds and did not dare to show his head, but a surging militia made him tragic. Hundreds of people stepped on his back, although soon he couldn't hold back and wanted to get up, but he was no longer able to get up, he just sank deeper and deeper into the mud under the trampling of countless big feet, and finally was completely stepped into the mud, so that Yang Feng searched for him in the city for several days before being inadvertently discovered.

As for the other Gungun, they were all killed or wounded, and in fact most of them were captured alive, but not many died, after all, the militia were more willing to capture them alive.

In short, this is also a change in the Great Song Dynasty version of Heyin.

When Li Yanxian killed the Jin cavalry that stayed behind to stop him, and led his subordinates to Jinglongmen, the battle here was over, except for some who didn't have enough fun, and were dragging the Jin army captives to parade the streets in the city, the vast majority of the militia had begun to clean up the battlefield and those barricades, so far this coup d'état that made the Great Song Dynasty die two emperors in succession is completely over, as for the next time the new emperor ascends the throne and reorganizes the dynasty......

Uh, the benefits are distributed.