This is probably the most tragic scene in the history of Hokago.

The sounds of fighting, howling, and the clashing of knives and guns converged into the last wail in the world. Because the big boss was almost shot to death, the villagers of Beixiang erupted in unprecedented anger, they were like red-eyed beasts, and they chiseled at the heads of the officers and soldiers with sticks.

Although there were many officers and soldiers who came to quell the chaos this time, their combat effectiveness was not strong, and their number was smaller than that of the villagers, and they divided a part of their forces to defend the Zhouzhentai that was lagging behind.

Seeing the situation like this, Duan Guangrong's heart was a little settled, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, and he looked proudly at General Li who was trapped in the center of the chaotic army, and said loudly: "This general, can we talk?"

"Talk about your grandmother!" General Li shouted with red eyes: "Sons, line up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of gold singing from the mountainside not far away.

What does this mean? General Li was stunned for a moment and saw that the soldiers had stopped by habit, but how could the villagers know what Mingjin was, and they still shouted and shouted for their lives, and in the blink of an eye, several soldiers with slow hands were cut into blood.

"Don't stop!" said General Li.

Only then did the soldiers react, picked up their swords and guns and fell into the melee again, seeing that Mingjin was useless, but a dull gunfire suddenly sounded on the periphery of the encirclement.

After a few gunshots, the villagers on the outskirts had no time to react to what was going on, and they had already fallen to the ground and died.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" The battlefield in the middle of the hot battle was called to a halt by this strange way of death, and several men who had lost their loved ones threw down their sticks and rushed around their relatives regardless of it.

"Second brother, open your eyes and look at me!"

"Little brother, little brother, wake up!"

The sad call was gradually replaced by the fear of the unknown, and the villagers who had stopped looked stupidly at the long-handled monster with green smoke not far away, and couldn't help but hesitate a little more in their hearts.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a firebolt, as long as it's far enough, they won't be able to hurt us!" the well-informed Duan Guangrong shouted loudly.

However, before he could say anything more, a firearm was already aimed at him. As the firecracker got closer and closer, Duan Guangrong also panicked, this thing is much more powerful than a bow and arrow, in case the other party comes at him, this old life will be explained here.

Seeing that the firecracker was getting closer and closer, the villagers also retreated one after another, gradually revealing Duan Guangrong. The Musketeer narrowed his eyes and raised his gun to aim.

"Stop!" Zhou Zhentai, who hurried to the scene, shouted.

After a pause, he looked back puzzled, only to see Zhou Zhentai looking at him with a cannibalistic gaze, he glanced at Xiao Zhifu with a weak heart, and found that Xiao Zhifu's face was back to the light, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Governor Xiao, what does this mean?" Zhou Zhentai pointed to the circle vacated in the crowd, and Duan Guangrong was looking at them with a nervous expression.

Governor Xiao stretched out his arm, pointed at Duan Guangrong in the crowd, and said indignantly: "Zhentai, that is Duan Guangrong, the first evil in Beixiang!"

"So?" Zhou Zhentai raised an eyebrow.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, as long as you kill him first, the encirclement of Beixiang will definitely be self-defeating. ”

"If we kill him now, can we still get out of Beixiang alive?" Zhou Zhentai glanced at Xiao Zhifu coldly, pointed to the firecracker who was deep in the single soldier, and said, "Let him come back!"

"Yes!"

Reprimanded by Zhentai, Xiao Zhifu's thin lips pursed tightly, but he did not show dissatisfaction, but blew the whistle to make the firecracker withdraw, and strictly ordered the soldiers to act according to Zhou Zhentai's instructions. Zhou Zhentai's face softened a little, he slowly raised his hand, and said, "Sons, listen to my orders!"

"No!"

In the blink of an eye, the well-trained musketeers all raised their guns and waited quietly around him, waiting for his next order, and no one dared to fire the muskets without permission.

"Villagers, I am Zhou Yuntai, the Fujian envoy!" Zhou Zhentai rode on a tall horse, and his official authority was fully revealed.

Although the villagers of Beixiang did not know what kind of official he was, they saw that he had a straight face and the demeanor of a big official, and the cowardice in his bones gradually revealed.

"This official is not here to conflict with the villagers. Zhou Zhentai raised his voice and said: "This official came to Beixiang to arrest Duan Guangrong, the leader of the rebellion, by the will of the saint! Duan Guangrong has committed an unpardonable crime by burning down the county government to gather people to rebel, and the saint Nian villagers are simple in nature, and they are afraid of being deceived by others, so they order this official to arrest only one of the first evil, and no one else will retreat as soon as possible!"

"This ......" The villagers looked at each other, could it be that the battle just now was fought in vain, and people died in vain?

"Do you want to be completely exterminated?" Seeing that the villagers refused to move, Zhou Zhentai shouted again: "Who has no parents, wives and children, and who wants incense and can't continue? You have killed and injured so many officers and soldiers, it is an unforgivable crime!" He watched the ranks of the villagers begin to waver, hit a big stick, and said with emotion: "This official remembers that you have been deceived by the wicked, so spare you from death, this official hereby promises, now put down his arms and return to his home, he will not be blamed in the past!"

"Won't you be held accountable if you kill someone?" a weak voice asked.

"Don't pursue it!" Zhou Zhentai said loudly: "From now on, I will give you a stick of incense time to leave, if you exceed this limit, you will not be spared!"

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, the muzzle of the firecracker gathered again, and the muzzle of the black hole exuded the breath of death, and everyone began to hesitate.

"Folks, don't listen to his demagoguery!" Duan Guangrong saw that the people around him were quietly retreating, and he knew that it was not good, and shouted loudly: "As long as we unite to kill this group of dog officials, what can the imperial court do to us? Didn't the common people in the Zhejiang smuggling salt case more than ten years ago also kill many officers and soldiers?

"Godfather, don't fight against the government anymore!" Just as Duan Guangrong was shouting, a terrible voice came from behind him, Duan Guangrong turned his head in disbelief, and saw his godson Duan Wenrui kneeling in front of him with a sad face at a glance.

"What did you say?" Duan Guangrong thought he had the wrong ear.

"Godfather, look at these dead folks, what did they do wrong to pay with their lives for your greed?" Duan Wenrui knelt on the ground, a handful of snot and tears, his voice was full of accusations, "Didn't our life be very good before? Although you can't be rich and expensive, you won't lack food and clothing, but since you were bewitched by the villain to fight for power with the second master, the lives of the villagers have plummeted, not only have you taken a lot less money, but you have to be scared all day long, and now even your life is on the line!"

"Duan Wenrui!"

"Godfather, let it go!"

"You, you are talking nonsense!" Duan Guangrong was trembling with anger, he pointed at Duan Wenrui with trembling fingers and said, "You eat things inside and outside, you talk nonsense!"

"Godfather, if people don't know what to do unless they do it, the second master has left his last words before going to the county government that day, he knows that this is going to be more auspicious but still obeys your orders, just because he recognizes you as the eldest brother, and is willing to persuade you to return to your lost path with his own safety!"

"Impossible!" Duan Guangrong's eyes were about to split, and he raised his foot and kicked Duan Wenrui's head.

Duan Wenrui was kicked to the ground, he gritted his teeth and took out a white cloth from his arms with tears, unfolded the white cloth, and it was covered with red blood characters, and every word was full of advice to persuade the big boss to get lost and return.

Duan Wenrui raised the white cloth above his head and shouted: "If the villagers believe me and believe in the second master, please go home and stop confronting the government!"

The villagers looked at each other, and many people leaned over to read the blood book, but they saw that there was no harsh rebuke to the big boss on the blood book, all of which were heartfelt words to persuade the big boss to stop his greed and the second boss was willing to give in. The literate finished reading the blood book, and his angry eyes immediately glared at Duan Guangrong.

"Big boss, is what the blood book says true?!" How many innocent people died in Beixiang in this battle! If the truth is as Duan Wenrui said, Duan Guangrong's greed is at fault, then aren't these people alive as cannon fodder?

"Duan Wenrui, you are disobedient and disloyal with your words, I will chop you up with my own hands!" As he spoke, he took out a knife from behind him and slashed at Duan Wenrui.

"Godfather, the child is unfilial and does such a big rebellious thing, the child just wants you to kill less, as for my life, ......" Duan Wenrui closed his eyes, raised his head, and said sadly: "Let you dispose of it!"

"You evil obstacle!" Duan Guangrong was in no mood to listen to his nonsense, and slashed with a knife.

However, as soon as he raised his sword, he was stopped by the angry villagers. I have to say that Duan Wenrui's bitter plan worked, and when the villagers saw Duan Guangrong who was annoyed and angry, and Duan Wenrui who was dying in grief, the balance in their hearts naturally favored the weak.

What's more, Duan Wenrui has always been known for his intelligence, bravery, diligence and hard work in Beixiang, and although Duan Guangrong has the name of godfather, he often treats Duan Wenrui as soon as he is called, and he doesn't take Duan Wenrui as a person at all. At the moment of life and death, Duan Wenrui's righteous act of killing his relatives not only did not stain him, but let the villagers see his high righteousness clearly.

"Folks, let's go!" someone took the lead and roared.

"Let's go!"

People left in droves, and after a while, Duan Guangrong's side was empty, Duan Guangrong stood in place with the knife in his hand, the fear in his heart surged, and the hand holding the knife couldn't help but tremble.

Duan Wenrui, who was kneeling in place with the blood book, raised his eyelids and looked at Duan Guangrong, who was like a trapped beast, with a contemptuous smile on his face: "Are you afraid?"

"You, you, you brute! Where am I, Duan Guangrong, sorry for you, you actually framed me like this!"

"Framed you?" Duan Wenrui restrained the smile on his face, the grief and resentment in his eyes kept intertwining, and his face slowly became hideous, "When you killed my father back then, did you think about today?"