Chapter Ninety-Three: I Have a Migne Pistol

The sudden outbreak of the plague was indeed man-made, and Fan Wencheng buried a total of two followers, the first of which was the pit of the dead that had been discovered.

The second backhand is Xiongkulu, a spy agency cultivated by Fan Wencheng.

As a province directly under the Daming Jingshi, Fan Wencheng worked hard to cultivate a group of the best spies in Beizhili.

Especially after Chongzhen ascended the throne, Dongchang was hit hard, there was corruption within Jinyiwei, and Beizhili simply became the queen garden of Xiongkulu.

Last year, the Jurchens made a surprise attack on the capital, and the unimpeded road was like galloping on the grassland, and that was because Xiongkuru made a military map.

The military map carefully marked the number of sergeants, birds, artillery, grain and grass reserves, etc., and marked the mountains and rivers of Beizhili.

Even a few wells in each village are clearly marked, so that the Eight Banners and war horses can replenish water in time.

But because it was too smooth, the great spy Suo Hulu of Shuntianfu had not had time to inform Huang Taiji, and the countless Zhuangzi outside the capital of the Ming Dynasty did not even have a straw mat left, and the Jurchen Eight Banners and Mongolian Tartars had already stepped on this fertile soil.

On the second day of the Jurchen retreat, Suo Hulu, the commander of all the spies in Shuntianfu, planned an assassination against Zhu Shun.

It has not been implemented, just for today, in order to let an unprecedented plague break out in Beizhili, and let the Han people die.

Although because of this plague, all the spies in Beizhili were basically exposed, the results of Fan Wencheng's painstaking efforts for many years were ruined, and the spies who had been lurking for many years of humiliation and humiliation also fell short.

But everything is worth it, this plague that the gods can't control will make the Han people die much more than the massacre of Liaodong.

The massacre in Liaodong killed more than a million Han people, and this plague will kill two or three million people.

As long as Suo Hulu remembered that the number of Han people who died this time was more than the total number of Jurchens, his face would show a touch of intoxication.

It's really exciting.

However, before the emergency evacuation, Suo Hulu wanted to slaughter a person with his own hands, and slaughtered Zhu Shun, who had ruined his years of hard work.

In order to make that map, Suo Hulu didn't know how much effort he had put in, it could be said that it was the whole of his life, just because of Zhu Shun, many years of hard work were ruined.

Suo Hulu lurked in the Song family's porridge factory on the bank of the Yongding River, quietly looked at Zhu Shun, who was dealing with the displaced people, and said softly: "Ji Chopwood, you can go." ”

Ji Chochai is a spy who is extremely good at assassination, ranking in the top three among all the spies in Shuntian Mansion, and there are no less than four people in a hundred brocade households who died in his hands, and he even almost killed a stall head of the East Factory back then.

used to assassinate Zhu Shun, it is inevitably suspected of killing chickens with a knife.

Suo Hulu took all the core members of Shuntianfu to evacuate urgently today, and he should not have violated the taboo of spies, and stayed in one place for more than a stick of incense after being exposed.

As long as you can kill Zhu Shun, everything is worth it.

Besides, killing a Zhu Shun who had only practiced some superficial skills with Zhu Zhongyi of a hundred households would not delay much time or a moment.

Zhu Shun studied for many days, and roughly figured out the structure and principle of the Newcomen steam engine, and then waited for Zhu's spinning factory to make money and build a real steam engine according to the model.

Finally able to build a steam engine, Zhu Shun, who was in a good mood, was ready to give himself a few days off, relaxed and relaxed, and it happened that Song Yingjing asked him to help sort out the victims and displaced people, so he came over to help.

The local victims of the Suncheon province and those who had fled from other state capitals were assigned to areas drawn with lime according to their place of origin.

There is a porridge shed in each area, and if you want to eat, you first go to the blast furnace water tower to take a bath, wash the various germs carried on your body with hot water, and then wash your clothes.

Anyway, it's summer, and the clothes will dry quickly, and after they are done, they will take a numbered plate from the Song family's hand and go to get food.

Song Yingjing had been worried about managing a large number of victims for many days, but it was solved by a small number proposed by Zhu Shun, and she couldn't help but praise: "It's a pity that Mr. Zhu doesn't go to be a magistrate." ”

Zhu Shun smiled and said: "Without that energy, I can't be busy now, I have to build research things, I have to open the Jingshi University Hall, and I have to manage Wang Gong's Bureau." ”

"Find me one more thing to do, you'll have to exhaust me to death."

Song Yingjing brought a bowl of cold white boil, handed it to Zhu Shun, and said with a gentle smile: "Those who can work hard, but the bowl of cold white open that Mr. said is really effective, so that the victims can reduce diseases." ”

Zhu Shun smiled and did not speak.

Liang Baikai, antibiotics, and barefoot doctors are the three magic weapons that save lives, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is by relying on these three things that the average life expectancy of the common people has been greatly improved.

Zhu Shun was just about to take Liang Baikai, when he noticed that something was wrong, and a victim rushed over the fence with a dagger in his hand.

"Mr. Zhu, be careful!" Song Yingjing, who is usually gentle and elegant, yelled, and was about to throw Zhu Shun to the ground and block Zhu Shun with her body.

Zhu Shun stretched out his arm and stopped Song Yingjing, and couldn't help but complain: "This person really treats me as a dish, and the fence is at least a hundred meters away from here." ”

"The area around my command shed is still empty, and where there is still assassination, it is clearly a street killing."

Ji Chochai really didn't take Zhu Shun in his eyes, he also had the strength to despise Zhu Shun, and the two Dongchang Fanzi and the two Jinyi guards who were hiding around to protect Zhu Shun were all silently cut throats by him.

and those members of the Song family, who were even more easily killed.

Dongchang Fanzi and Jinyiwei are not Ji Chochai's opponents, Zhu Shun, who was born as a civil official, will he take it seriously?

Zhu Shun shook his head and smiled, stopped Song Yingjing who was about to pull him away again, and sighed: "Don't you know that I am the ambassador of Wang Gongju." ”

"After being an ambassador for so long, will I build myself a firearm to defend myself?"

After speaking, Zhu Shun took out a Mine pistol from the special leather case on the belt around his waist and aimed it at Ji Chochai.

Hearing only a 'bang', the assassin who was in the north and south fell in a pool of blood.

Suo Hulu looked at Ji Chochai, who died tragically, but nodded, as a big spy in Beizhili, he had already guessed that Zhu Shun would have a firearm, but the time for this firearm to reload ammunition was very short.

But this was very short, and for a second-ranked assassin in Shuntianfu, it was very long, enough to kill Zhu Shun three or four times.

Zhu Shun had just put down the minne pistol with gunsmoke in his hand, and another assassin rushed over at a high speed, and he could rush over in more than ten seconds.

Zhu Shun looked at the assassin who rushed over with a dagger in his hand, and exclaimed: "It's not slow, Bolt has run 9.58 seconds." ”