Zheng Zhiguan quietly looked at the village in front of him without a trace of lights, who would have thought that this would be Fan Yongliang's place of existence?

There was no one in the four fields for a long time, and the dark moon hung in the sky, only the cool night breeze blew.

Every family has turned off the lights and gone to sleep, no matter how you look at it, this is a very ordinary village.

During the day, they were still a group of soldiers dressed in cloth, but now they are fully armored. Under Shi Lang's personal leadership, it was like a surging iron stream, swarming forward, surrounding all the roads out of the village.

A small village is very inconspicuous, and Fan Yongliang is very hidden, but this place was taken down by the Fan family ten years ago, and all the tenants were raised.

With such a village, the Fan family doesn't know how many are arranged in Beizhili. These days, five have been found in Gyeonggi alone.

"Fan's family?" There were several people embracing under the dim moonlight, Zheng Zhiguan sneered, the unlucky days of the Fan family are still ahead. If they have the ability now, they will pray wholeheartedly that the Zheng family will not finally take the country.

Only Fan Yongliang is dying now, and he will die in the future.

"Tell Shi Lang, don't make more killings. As long as the people in the village are arrested, they just have to be detained. ”

The army of Li thieves who fought north from the Central Plains was about to reach Baoding, and Gu'an was not peaceful here. There is still some order in the county, and other places have long been chaotic.

Many villages and towns have spontaneously organized young and strong patrols, and the same is true of the village in front of them. But they have all been erased by Zheng Jun's scouts.

However, Fan Yongliang arranged not only a bright whistle, but also a dark whistle.

At this time, there was already a reaction in the largest house in the village, and several gongs sounded, and a voice shouted: "There are thieves, thieves are coming, everyone the guys!" ”

The soldiers had already surrounded the army with open fire, and their whereabouts naturally did not need to be concealed anymore, only to listen to an order, and the sound of "scandium scandium" of the first soldier was endless, and they directly surrounded a three-entry house in the center of the village.

Shi Lang looked at it, the yard was already lit with torches, and through the crack in the door, you could see the crowds surging inside, some old and some young, dressed in all kinds of clothes, but they all held weapons, shouted and came to the door, and they opened the door first.

"A rabble!" Shi Lang showed a sly smile, the soldiers he brought were not many, most of them were still used to control the villagers and intersections in the village, and there were only more than 100 people who really came to this mansion.

If the Fan family held on to the house, it would be a little troublesome, but now they came out to find death by themselves......

The same thing he thought was his soldiers, and when they saw this, they all laughed. Although he was still standing still, there was a faint sense of excitement on his face.

Zheng Jun is not a hundred battles now, but they have also experienced the battles of Dai Jiaji and Zhang Qiuzhen, and they are all veterans, at least professional soldiers who have undergone severe training, and they are only happy and fearless about the rabble in front of them.

Kill the enemy is the greatest capital for rewards and promotions, although the military merits of killing these thieves are very small, but as long as they resist, they will have merit. In fact, the more people inside resist, the better.

There were fifty musketeers among the more than 100 men, but none of them raised their guns, and they were already standing in silence with muskets with bayonets on them.

"Kill—" Shi Lang shouted.

It's better not to shoot or not to shoot, otherwise the movement will be too big. It doesn't fit the appearance of a thief, does it?

What's more, they are all wearing armor, and they are all trained for a long time, and they still have an advantage in numbers, and it is a joke that they can't kill the rabble on the opposite side.

"Puff, puff......"

The two sides collided with each other, and the sound of bayonets sinking into the flesh was incessant, and the screams were heard.

The soldiers of the Zheng army are the iron bulls that are rampant, and wherever they go, they are invincible.

After a while, the Fan family's guardian was pressed back into the courtyard, leaving only a few people rolling and screaming in the open space in front of the door, and a few people who were dying and only had their last breath left.

"Who are these people? Who are they? ”

In the courtyard, Fan Yongliang was trembling all over. The people who came were all wearing iron armor, could it be the official army?

"My sixth master, let's think about this now, let's run away."

The chief next to him shouted anxiously.

Since this place has been operated by the Fan family for a long time, it is impossible to have an authentic tunnel, and the Fan family has not thought of this. But there will be no shortage of secret rooms.

The shouting of killing has reached the second gate, the door is open, and through the light of the fire in the front yard, Fan Yongliang can clearly see the miserable appearance of his own nursing home. Compared with those armored soldiers who rushed in, these guards who look powerful on weekdays, and are very good-looking with knives and guns, are really vulnerable.

Seeing that they could not escape, some of the guards threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy. The soldiers did not kill anyone, and when they saw this, more families knelt down.

"Let's go!" Fan Yongliang immediately left the hall.

Shi Lang rushed into the inner courtyard with the bloody Yanling knife in his hand, and saw several slaves kneeling on the ground, trembling. Hurriedly asked them where Fan Yongliang went, but no one knew.

When the inner courtyard and backyard were all rummaged through and Fan Yongliang was not found, Shi Lang scolded hatefully, knowing that Fan Yongliang must be hiding in the secret room somewhere.

"Bring everyone to me."

The torches were lit, oiled, and crackled. Shi Lang asked one by one, especially a few well-dressed leaders with fine skin and tender meat.

It turned out that no one knew, because they were all transferred here a year ago.

Zheng Zhiwan walked in with a blushing face, and laid down this Zhuangzi, and the gold and silver materials and some grain stored in the treasury did not make him the slightest happy, because his main task was not completed.

"Look for it, go down and find it for me. If you dig three feet into the ground, you will dig people out for me. ”

However, in a three-entry house, Fan Yongliang disappeared in the backyard, and the scope was further reduced. Even if you really dig three feet into the ground, the workload is very limited.

Yanjing City, on the Xizhi Gate.

At this hour, Zheng Zhilong had already fallen asleep, but he was awakened just now. But it was a fire that suddenly broke out in the direction of Changping. The flames soared into the sky, lighting up the northwest sky.

"Imperial Tomb, Imperial Tomb ......"

Zheng Zhilong didn't understand what the fire in Changping meant, but the British prince Zhang Shize knew more about the geography around Gyeonggi and estimated the direction of the fire, which was not Changping City, but the area of Tianshou Mountain, where the tombs of the ancestors of the old Zhu family were located.

Since the seventh year of Yongle (1409) in May began to make a long tomb, to the fifteenth year of Chongzhen to build a concubine garden (Tian Guifei), during which more than 230 years, twelve emperor tombs and eight concubine tombs have been built.

Emperor Chongzhen's ancestral mausoleum was burned, and not only the crying and howling of the city was there, but the crying soon sounded in the Forbidden City.

Zheng Zhilong also knelt down, but he didn't have any tears.

Is there anything to cry about, the Ming Tombs are obviously good, and they will become scenic spots in later generations. At most, Li Zicheng was like Zhang Xianzhong burning the Fengyang Imperial Mausoleum, setting fire to the Ming Tombs everywhere, and casually deterring Yanjing.