Guangzhou.

"In the summer and May of the eighteenth year of Daoguang in the Great Qing Dynasty, the overseas demon Yang Feng led tens of thousands of bandits to fall into Xinhui, Liu Dazhong, the deputy general of the Xiangshan Association, was defeated and killed himself, and Xinhui County ordered Yan Liangyu to commit suicide by hanging the thief.

According to Yingyi, the overseas demon Yang Feng claimed to be an immortal descended from the sky on the island, and the former Ming was the name of the country to lure the rebel party, the remnants of the Zheng family, the overseas rebel people, and the henchmen of the Heaven and Earth Society were all ants gathered under their banners, and they had to be strong ships and cannons to run rampant on the sea, since the fifteenth year of Daoguang has been more than three years, greedy and ignorant, lifelong swallowing elephant heart, rebellious and brutal, and then has the ambition to block the car, this time the gathering of party henchmen came across the sea, its intention is to plot wrong, want to harm my Qing Dynasty......"

In the palace of the governor of Liangguang, Governor Deng Tingzhen wrote hard with a solemn face.

"Disaster is clear!"

Suddenly, he put his pen down and let out a long sigh.

Then he tore up half of the recital.

"Brother Yuyun, I'll just say, it's useless for you to rush to play now, that demon is just asking for money, what does he ask for if he doesn't ask for money as a pirate? He wouldn't be so stupid that he really wanted to plot against us, right? He occupies the new meeting but grabs some money and food, in a few days our army will gather, and when he has grabbed enough, he will naturally leave, let's follow the pursuit and fight a big victory, and then play the Ming Shengshang, don't you play now to make the Shengshang more worried? ”

Guangzhou General Dirk Jinbu said with some malaise.

"But according to Na Yingyi, this thief is very ambitious!"

Deng Tingzhen smiled bitterly and said.

"Yingyi? It's just alarmist, trying to coax us to sell some guns, this kind of barbarian greed for money and cunning full of nonsense, how can they believe their words? Restore that former Ming? The waste that was wiped out by our Eight Banners two hundred years ago, even if it really has to get up again, our Eight Banners athletes will still destroy it again! Our family is inlaid with yellow flags Manchuria! ”

Dirkin said proudly.

With that, he yawned.

"Master, it's time for you to smoke snuff!"

The house slave behind him said with a fine snuffbox handed to him.

Dirk Jinbu hurriedly took it.

Qing officials are non-smoking, in fact, our Qing Dynasty has always been non-smoking, in 1727 when the fourth elder brother began to ban, banned for more than 100 years, the law has always been prohibited, but the ban for more than 100 years finally banned to the emperor and the queen mother. Daoguang, who also smokes, is strictly forbidden, but the queen mother in the palace is still smoking, but the officialdom still has to give the emperor a son, but of course this snuff is not smoke, this can be taken out in a grand manner, it is said that this snuff bottle is also called the quintessence of the Qing Dynasty, and the grade of the snuff bottle is also a status mark.

"But my snuff is different, it's a bit particular, you have to roast it on the fire to be strong!"

He said with great interest as he played with it.

"Bring a candle to Degong!"

Deng Tingzhen said with a smile.

The servant next to him hurriedly brought a candlestick, and Dirk Jinbu burned the snuffbox on the candle flame, and then leaned into the spout of the pot and inhaled very intoxicatedly, and then raised his head and shook his head like a long aftertaste, and instantly became energetic as if he had changed people.

"Brother Yun, give it a try?"

He gestured to Deng Tingzhen.

"Well, there's no need for this old decay!"

Deng Tingzhen waved his hand and said.

At this time, an official walked in, first saluted them, and then said: "Lord Tai, Zhang Junmen reported that after Yang fell into Xinhui, he wantonly searched for the gentry in the city and looted their property, and there was chaos in Xinhui City. ”

"Look, I'll just say, that's a pirate!"

Dirk Gem immediately said excitedly.

Zhang Junmen refers to Zhang Qingyun, the acting commander of the Gaozhou General Army, and the land governor of Guangdong.

There are two admirals in Guangdong, and one sailor by land.

Admiral Guan Tianpei of the Navy Division was almost completely annihilated, and only less than 20 warships withdrew to Humen, in fact, the second ship of Dingyuan had been chasing and killing Macao before returning home, and Guan Tianpei, who had no warships, had to prepare to defend Humen, and as for the counterattack on Xinhui, Zhang Qingyun, the land commander, was responsible. At this time, the 20,000 green battalions hastily mobilized by Zhang Qingyun and the towns had arrived in Kaiping and Heshan, but the Ming warships cruising on the Xijiang and Tanjiang rivers made Zhang Qingyun have to continue to hold on and wait for reinforcements, after all, people can copy his back at any time.

Of course, the main thing is that Zhang Qingyun knows that he can't defeat the Ming army.

Previously, a staff general led more than a thousand green battalions to fight with a battalion of the Ming army in Jiangmen, as for the result......

I didn't even have time to run!

Let the family be out of range of the mountain splitting cannon for a second.

In other words, it was a complete tragedy, and Zhang Qingyun, who was a good general, didn't want to be sent to death.

In the same way, Dirk Jinbu did not want to die.

It was precisely because of this that he didn't want to make too much trouble, and if he was killed by a pirate, because if it was confirmed that he was against the party, then his Eight Banners Army would inevitably participate in the war, which was his duty as a garrison general, but even at his level, he knew that letting his gang of big ghosts go to the battlefield was no different from committing suicide. But if it's just a pirate attack, then this is the matter of the green camp, and the responsibility of local officials to suppress bandits and catch thieves, even if this thief has just almost wiped out the Guangdong Naval Division, then, it must be a thief, and if it is a thief, there is no need to work hard to drive the Yang army, and those local Eight Banners athletes can continue to lie on the couch and swallow clouds and smoke, as for how far has it developed......

Ma's, who cares if you're addicted to smoking?

Besides, what if people really snatch things and leave?

After all, it's a bit funny to say that the restoration of the Ming Dynasty is really a bit funny.

"I hope so!"

Deng Tingzhen sighed and said.

Xinhui.

"What do you want to do?"

Yang Feng looked at the thousands of ordinary people in front of him with a murderous expression.

He encountered a three-yuan li.

He occupies Xinhui and naturally wants to fight the local tyrants, according to his standards, all the fame and no initiative anyway are calculated according to the traitors, in other words, Song Ru can be rescued more or less, Ming Ru needs to use cannons to correct their worldview, and Qing Confucianism can be cleaned completely, this is already a pure slave family, and there is no value to keep at all. As for the scope of this fame, including donating classes, Gongsheng, Gongsheng, supervisors, and lifting people, in short, in addition to Xiucai, as for Xiucai, because Yang Feng really can't do it, this poor Xiucai is also very pitiful, after breaking into a Xiucai's house, looking at the vicissitudes of life of Xiucai's lady, he softened, in short, he was the first to have a thorough cleansing in the place, raided the house, did not have any land, and threw it out to hang the city wall.

Then he encountered a three-yuan li.

The villagers armed with swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and a certain number of shotguns looked at him with vigilant eyes, but the bayonets in the hands of the soldiers beside Yang Feng kept them calm enough.

"Are you going to protect him?"

Yang Feng dragged an old squire beside him and said.

The latter looked ahead with a pleased gaze, and then various salutations sounded on the opposite side, and a young man raised his spear indignantly and stepped forward and said, "Let go of the third uncle, why do you arrest the third uncle!" ”

"You want to protect him?"

Yang Feng dragged the old squire to him and said.

"He is my third uncle, he is our patriarch, you can't arrest him!"

The young man said bravely.

"I don't care about the relationship between you, I'll just ask, do you want to protect him?"

Yang Feng said.

The young man nodded bravely.

The crowd behind him shouted with righteous indignation.

"Look at your feet, look at his feet, please tell me again, you, a man in rotten straw sandals, are you going to protect this man in official boots?"

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

"He, he's my third uncle!"

The young man said with a little confidence.

"As I said, I don't care about the relationship between you, so I'll ask, you, who wears rotten straw sandals, are you sure you want to protect this guy who wears official boots? Are you sure you want to protect this silk gown? You, a poor ghost who usually can't even eat, are you sure to protect this landlord who is full of wine and meat? Don't you think you're cheap? Don't you think you're all cheap? ”

Yang Feng forced his eyes and said.

The young man silently lowered his head, while most of the villagers behind him stopped clamoring, and then lowered his head to look at his rotten straw sandals and torn gown, to look at the black and yellow face of his companion who was obviously not enough to eat all year round, and then at the squire's gorgeous silk robe and the fat face of the official boots under his feet, some people began to retreat quietly, although there were still a few obviously different identities trying to re-boost morale, but the sparse voice of Lala seemed weak.

"When the army of the imperial court comes back, the rent will be reduced by two percent this year!"

The old squire shouted suddenly.

The morale of the villagers was suddenly boosted.

"Juntian is free of grain."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

All the townsfolk looked at him stupidly, even the squire looked at him stupidly.

"The landlord's field makes the cultivator have his land, you don't have to pay rent to anyone, exempt from all harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, in addition to the two officials, you will no longer pay any money and grain, in a word, there is no longer a landlord in the Ming Dynasty, everyone in the Ming Dynasty is a landlord, so now you tell me, are you willing to protect him, or are you willing to follow me, and then go to his house to receive the grain that originally belonged to you?"

Yang Feng then said.

As he spoke, he pointed his hand to the side.

At the same time, a section of the courtyard wall of the squire's house collapsed in the explosion, revealing warehouses behind the courtyard walls, and a soldier casually threw a grenade at the base of one of the warehouses, and with the fire of the explosion, the wall collapsed with a bang, and the rice in the sacks inside collapsed as if bursting the embankment.

"Divide the food!"

Yang Feng screamed in an exaggerated tone.

With a bang, all the villagers threw their weapons and rushed to the gap desperately.

"It's called class!"

Yang Feng looked at the stupid squire beside him and said with a smile.

"Come, hang him on the city wall to dry!"

Then he said.

Well, that's what he did with the gentry, hanging them all on the walls to dry.

As long as there are the above-mentioned meritorious and famous, including those who donate classes and make a fortune at home with official titles, all of them are hung on the city wall to dry, the theoretical basis is very simple, these are all Tartar lackeys, these are traitors, since they are traitors, they can't be polite, the family property is confiscated, the land is distributed to the tenants, the property is not official, the property is distributed to the poor people who have no houses and their slaves, and the shops are auctioned. As for their families, they were all exiled to West Borneo, including their women, who were also shipped away on ships, and there was a shortage of people in that area anyway. Especially those gold diggers are most short of women, it is estimated that they will like those young ladies and ladies, and when the time comes, one person will send them a daughter, and how to discipline it is their own business. As for whether this will create countless tragedies that will make the little freshmen choke, this is not in Yang Feng's consideration, in Yang Feng's opinion, letting those young ladies and wives embroider and play the piano in the back garden is far less important than them going to West Borneo to give birth to Chinese gold diggers.

On a land half the size of a modern stick, there are tens of thousands of Chinese living in total, which is completely outrageous in Yang Feng's opinion.

As for the ladies......

Alas, they had no choice but to lament this cruel era.

In short, Yang Feng should be thoroughly cleaned.

His troops are too small, only one brigade can't do much at all, it is already the limit to be able to control Xinhui, and the purpose of his round of attacks is Guangzhou and the surrounding places, then the most important thing for him is to expand the army, it is not difficult to fight, it is the most difficult to control, if you want to control Guangzhou and its surroundings, at least he must have the strength of an army, and it may not even be enough. Because the most important thing for him at present is steel, although Foshan is the largest steel base, there is no iron ore in Foshan, and the iron ore comes from northern Guangdong, so Yang Feng has to expand the scope of control to northern Guangdong, so as to meet the needs, so that he needs more troops.

Then playing class fighting is the best way.

Purge the gentry class.

Arming the poor class.

Let the latter have no hesitation, after all, the city wall behind them is full of landlords, and they can only fight to the end in order to defend everything they have just arrived and prevent the Manchus from coming back to liquidate them.

After all, his current core armament is a brigade, and if the occupied area is full of disgruntled gentry to rebel, then his army will not be able to bear it, and he will no longer be able to cross the battlefield like in those previous time and space, and his force will not be of much bonus to this army. After all, he is not really invincible in this era, there are a lot of things that can kill him, even if he is now half a centimeter thick titanium alloy plate armor that is almost useless, any three-pound cannonball hits him, he will have to suffer heavy damage, and this level of artillery, in Foshan can be cast by just find an iron furnace. This also means that if there is really a guy like Zeng shaved his head, any regiment in a small county town will have the ability to kill him, and in the future, he must try to avoid personal action in the future, and he must turn to regular war instead of bringing rhythm like before.

He really wanted to leap on his horse again, and play with a mace to fight thousands of horses, and a twelve-pounder smoothbore cannon on the opposite side would turn him into scum completely.

So playing the Riot Stream was his only option.

And if you want to play the violent army, you must turn red, and the 400 million peasants who fight to defend the fruits of victory after fighting the local tyrants and dividing the fields will be the torrent that sweeps away everything.