"Eighty days with allegiance, the characters of the 17th Dynasty of Taizu, 100,000 people died with one heart, and left 300 miles of rivers and mountains in the Ming Dynasty."

Yang Feng sighed outside Jiangyin City.

"Pull it up!"

Then he waved back.

Hai Ling, who had been blinded by poison, was still wailing with blood and phlegm, and was dragged forward by two soldiers like a dead dog, and then thrown in front of an offering table that had already been placed in front of Yan Yingyuan and others, and at the same time, a guillotine was also placed there, a soldier with a big waist and a round waist stood there with the handle of the guillotine, and then a soldier dragged Hailing's braid and dragged his head under the guillotine, I have to say that this braid is really useful in this situation, although the poor sea deputy capital has been completely blinded by poisonous gas, But he instinctively sensed what was under his head.

He screamed hoarsely in his voice, also burned by hydrochloric acid, and struggled desperately to pull his head back.

The four soldiers next to him immediately stepped forward.

These rough and arrogant guys stabbed down fiercely with the batting pin rifles with bayonets in their hands, and the triangular pyramid bayonet more than a foot long instantly penetrated Hai Ling's legs and shoulders, nailing him to the ground.

Yang Feng waved his hand again.

Yang Zhao stepped forward to read out the memorial text as a descendant of the lonely minister of the Ming Dynasty.

Speak into the microphone, of course.

It is impossible for the Ming army to be stupid enough to do this within the range of the artillery on the city wall.

His voice instantly resounded through the high-power sound system in Jiangyin City.

Hundreds of thousands of officials and citizens on the Jiangyin city wall and outside the city listened silently, in fact, the old man of Jiangyin's resistance to the Qing Dynasty also admitted it, including at this time Jiangyin also had a temple to worship Yan Yingyuan and others, but the original history of Jiangyin city wall on the state of loyalty and righteousness has not been there, that was engraved four years later when Jiangyin City was rebuilt, but at this time, the people of that year are still clear, at this moment, a group of Jiangyin people with pigtails turned their backs to the temple of Yan Yingyuan and others, and listened to Yang Zhao, who was dressed in Ming clothes, read the memorial to commemorate the anti-Qing righteous soldiers......

This is indeed ironic!

Even those gentry and Confucian scholars also shut up.

This can't be opened, if Yang Feng reads this sacrificial text, they can still say about demons or something, but Yang Zhao and his ancestor Yang Yandi is Zheng Chenggong's old department, and he is the chief soldier of Longmen Town who was sealed by Emperor Yongli, and people are unswerving to the Ming Dynasty, and they have been unyielding in bloody battles for decades, although they finally retreated to Annan, but Yang Yandi has never been a minister of Annan, in fact, Chen Shangchuan, Yang Yandi, and even Mo Jiu's group until they died, they all lived in Saigon and Hexian as subjects of the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, even with the strictest Confucian standards, they are all loyal and lonely ministers, and Yang Zhao is also fully qualified to stand here as a loyal and righteous person of the Ming Dynasty, worshipping these loyal ministers and righteous men who are also Ming Dynasty.

So what is on the wall?

Those gentry and officials actually often worship Yan Yingyuan, and even boast of being loyal to the state of righteousness, these four words are still engraved in the Temple of Literature, which was written by Jiangsu Xuezheng in Jiaqing, after all, this is the most praiseworthy in the Confucian ideological system, and the imperial court also allows it. At this moment, Yang Zhao wore Ming clothes to worship as a Ming courtier, but he was the demon invader they described, and they wore tartar official uniforms with braids......

It's really messy!

Especially those ordinary people, this doesn't feel like a taste!

In this strange atmosphere, Yang Zhao finished reading the sacrificial text written by the God Emperor, and then led the Ming soldiers to solemnly kneel down and kowtow to the gods of Yan Yingyuan and others, as for Yang Feng, of course, he can't bow, he is an immortal, and according to his explanation of God worship, Yan Yingyuan and these people are already heavenly immortals, but in the immortals, the level is actually lower than him, he is sanctified in the flesh, these people are heroic souls, so he doesn't need to come to worship these people.

Mortals need to worship the soul of the hero, and he can see it in the sky wherever he still needs to worship.

After bowing, Yang Zhao stood up, walked to the guillotine without hesitation, and then took the handle of the knife and pressed it with a loud roar.

"Sacrifice!"

An officer next to him shouted.

Yang Zhao picked up Hailing's head, put it in front of the god with both hands, and at the same time another crying Eight Banners officer was dragged forward, and he was also stuffed under the guillotine and then opened, and those ordinary soldiers didn't need to be so troublesome, just drag it over and let the Ming soldiers stab them to death with bayonets and cut off their heads with daggers.

"God Emperor, there are enemy troops coming!"

An officer walked up to Yang Feng and whispered.

Yang Feng turned his head and looked at the east with disdain, at this time a large number of Qing army green battalion cavalry appeared, this should be chasing them, the Qing army garrison in the Jiangnan area of Jiangsu is mainly concentrated in Susong, even the Jiangnan Governor is actually stationed in Songjiang, although Chen Jieping is dead, but those Qing troops must pursue him.

"Keep up your business!"

Yang Feng said to Yang Zhao, who was looking at him with inquiring eyes.

The latter immediately turned his head and led the marines to continue to cut off the heads of the Eight Banners and piled up Jingguan, while Yang Feng walked straight towards those Qing troops with an indifferent face, and those Qing troops quickly stopped, and a general who led the team hurriedly urged the formation, nearly a thousand green battalion cavalry set up an offensive formation in the northeast of Jiangyin City, but no one dared to charge, although Yang Feng just walked towards them alone, but he alone brought no less pressure to these cavalry than thousands of troops, and some of the timid even subconsciously retreated, and soon the two sides were less than a mile apart.

At this time, Yang Feng stopped.

"Advance and not advance, retreat and not retreat, what do you want?"

He let out a loud shout.

The cavalry of the green battalion on the opposite side was even more chaotic, and the general's angry horse galloped in front of the formation, waving his waist knife and constantly urging his subordinates to attack.

But his men still didn't dare to step forward.

"Hurry up, Ma's, he's alone, what are you afraid of, even if you step on the horse, you will trample to death!"

The general roared like a madman.

However, no one dared, although these green battalion cavalry had not seen Yang Feng's battle, in fact, Yang Feng had never played a game of riding a thousand in this time and space, but the fantasy colors on his body that had been exaggerated and rendered in various ways still made these already rotten green battalions frightened, this is indeed one, but it's really hard to say if it's not a person, if it's really like the legend of the demon law, then this rush is to find death.

Yang Feng looked at the green battalion cavalry who were swaying speechlessly, and couldn't help but lament that at this time, the rotten Qing army had reached the point where he would not be given a chance to pretend to be forced.

He suddenly stepped forward.

Then he opened his arms to the left and right, and suddenly let out a long howl.

Through the sound system installed on his body, his roar hit the eardrums of those green battalion soldiers like a dragon's roar, and then he saw that the faces of those soldiers immediately changed, and a few of the most daring subconsciously began to turn the horse's head, obviously this sound was enough to frighten them, not who can be a demon law from a distance of more than a hundred zhang and the sound is like thunder, since it is certain that he will know how to demon law, then he will not run and wait for a while, and this situation is immediately contagious like a plague, almost all the green battalion soldiers turned their horses' heads in panic.

The general looked at this scene dumbfounded.

"You dogs, cut off those who escape!"

He roared with grief.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a strange noise behind him, as if he had a heart in his heart, he suddenly looked back, and suddenly there was a golden figure behind him, and then a fist the size of a casserole slammed into the door in front of him, and the poor general's head burst open like a watermelon.

Yang Feng casually threw out his dead body.

Immediately afterwards, the God Emperor bent down and grabbed the legs of the war horse, and with a roar, threw the war horse weighing hundreds of pounds directly to the fleeing green camp cavalry, in the long and mournful sound of the war horse, all the green camp cavalry did not even dare to turn back, and fled forward at full speed with great happiness. At the gate of Jiangyin, a green battalion that had just left the city and was ready to cooperate with the cavalry attack was squeezed back into the narrow door hole in a chaotic manner, and the officials and gentry on the city wall were even more panicked and urged the soldiers to hurry up and defend.

Of course, they didn't need to worry at all, because Yang Feng didn't even think about entering the city.

"Let's go!"

Then he said to Yang Zhao.

"Raise your gun!"

Yang Zhao immediately shouted to the marines in line.

One hundred and fifty Marines raised their firing rifles at the same time, the butts of their guns pointed diagonally to the sky, and one hundred and fifty flickering bayonets formed a jungle of bayonets, although they were few in number, they were still murderous.

"Shoot!"

Yang Zhao roared.

All Marines pull the trigger at the same time.

Immediately the sound of gunfire rang out in the sky.

Then they quickly pumped the syringe in a uniform motion, then pushed the bolt to the side with their hands, quickly opened the chamber with the sound of metal impact, hooked out the remaining paper shell with their fingers, quickly put another bullet in, pushed forward with their fingers by the way, and then pushed the bolt to the side with the same neat metal impact sound to complete the lock, and then reset the syringe barrel and raised it diagonally to the sky.

"Shoot!"

Yang Zhao shouted again.

All soldiers pull the trigger at the same time.

This was followed by the third round.

"Gun on the shoulder!"

After firing three rounds of guns, all the marines with Yang Zhao's shouting put their guns on their shoulders, and walked to the battleship waiting for them by the river with neat steps amid the command to turn right and walk in unison.

On the Jiangyin city wall behind, all the officials and gentry finally wiped the cold sweat from their heads.

"Quick, play Jie, immediately play to the saint, Jiangyin soldiers and civilians fought bloody battles to repel thousands of bandits!"

Suddenly, Lord Nachi shouted like a convulsive.

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