It's finally here.

Yang Xin looked at the depths of the alley next to him with a sigh of relief in midair.

Behind the eruption of fire and smoke, a European naval gun, at least three pounders, was slamming backwards under the push of recoil.

Classic Jiangnan water town alleys.

European naval guns spewing flames.

Together, they form an eerie picture.

And on either side of this naval gun, there were two ghost guys dressed in Ming costumes, and behind them countless musketeers and spearmen surged forward.

He even quickly raised his arquebus in the air and pulled the trigger.

In the flames sprayed from the muzzles of their guns, Yang Xin suddenly kicked the wall next to him in mid-air, just like a camera in a martial arts movie, and instantly completed the turn.

Dozens of spears below immediately stabbed upward.

But the moment he finished turning, Yang Xin grabbed the branch sticking out from one side, and then swept forward sharply past these spearmen, and ran a few steps on a wall on the other side, and then landed and swooped down on the cannon. But before he could land, a ghost guy pulled out a short gun with a wheel to ignite and immediately pulled the trigger on him. The bullet hit him in the face in an instant, tilting his head in the spark splash that hit the mask, but the next moment he landed steadily, and then turned his head like Immorton in a mummy.

"Devil!"

A ghost screamed in Portuguese.

His companion next to him then drew his short gun and opened fire.

Their marksmanship was very good, and the bullet hit Yang Xin in the face again, and Yang Xin's head was slammed into a sharp tilt, and then turned back again.

And the ghost guy who fired first trembled and quickly picked up a cannonball.

More spearmen and musketeers rushed past them, and began a ferocious charge towards Yang Xin.

At this moment, the swinging army at the entrance of the alley appeared, and the dense spears quickly blocked the alley, and then the crossbowmen appeared behind and fired a volley of crossbow arrows, and those spearmen and musketeers who had been left behind by Yang Xin and were hesitating to turn their heads fell one after another. However, the musket that had been reloaded in the middle of the latter also fired, and the soldiers of the Dangkou Army also continued to fall during the bullet fire. The soldiers, who had been loyal enough to Yang Xin, did not retreat, but began to charge with their spears in hand, and then the spearmen on both sides were scuffled, and the dense spears in the narrow alleys were mixed together and stabbed in confusion.

It's the real fight anymore.

In the blink of an eye, the corpses on both sides were piling up.

The people behind continued to step on the corpses and keep crashing into each other.

Yang Xin didn't care about the battle behind him, he was already under siege, he had two more one-foot-long triangular pyramids in his hands, and he walked through the enemy like a leisurely stroll, completely ignoring their spears, ignoring their knives, and even the occasional musket......

This thing can't hit him unless it sneaks up.

He swooped over his enemies like a ghost.

All the enemies that were swept by had an extra wound in their necks gushing with blood.

In a dying scream, Yang Xin stood in front of the cannon in a blink of an eye, holding a bloody triangular pyramid in one hand, quietly looking at the two ghosts opposite.

The latter finally finished reloading at this point.

"Die, you demon!"

The goblin who fired first roared excitedly.

He then pestled the ignition rod into the ignition hole at the end of the gun.

At the same time, Yang Xin suddenly kicked on the barrel of the cannon, and the cannon weighing hundreds of catties instantly turned to the side, and in the flamespray of the muzzle, the entire cannon retreated fiercely, and the other ghost who was originally standing on the side was caught off guard, and the retreating cannon was hitting his chest, this guy screamed and flew out upside down, and the cannonball flying out from the other side pierced the courtyard wall next to it, leaving a big hole and disappearing inside.

The gobit guy who fired first was completely stupid.

"Who hired you?"

Yang Xin said in Portuguese.

The latter looked at him in amazement.

"Diego!"

The guy then turned his head and screamed.

In the courtyard gate where he was originally hiding, a monster nearly two meters tall arched out......

"You still have black slaves?"

Yang Xin said unexpectedly.

Well, what came out of it was a black slave.

But he was supposed to be trained to fight, carrying a mace in his hand and a small shield with a triangular pyramid in the other, like a troll in a game.

"Kill him!"

The ghost shouted.

Then he quickly retreated and reloaded the pistol.

The troll rushed straight ahead.

And by this time the battle behind was over.

This obvious group of mercenaries only has more than 100 people, although they can be regarded as capable of fighting, but after all, they can't withstand the continuous influx of.

The tactics of both sides are practically similar.

Both sides are spears rushing frontally, with ranged weapons in the back.

The advantage of mercenaries is that the musket is lethal, especially since they have a cannon, which can be said to dominate the battlefield in such an environment. But after the cannon was blocked by Yang Xin, only the musket remained, and the tragic rate of fire of the musket was a joke in the confrontation with the opposing light-armed crossbow.

In this way, only Yang Xin and the opposite side were left in the entire battlefield, one black and one white......

Well, the latter one isn't white either.

However, the appearance of this giant monster still frightened the slutters, who had just finished the bloody battle and stood in the dead corpse and blood, looking at this black monster beyond their knowledge in horror.

The trolls instantly arrived in front of their leader.

Then in the midst of a roar, the mace whizzed and fell.

In the screams that sounded behind him, Yang Xin's legs didn't even move, he turned to the side slightly, and then instantly grabbed the iron chain that swept over his head, and then dragged it down, and the hammer weighing more than ten catties immediately reached his feet. The black slave on the opposite side quickly stood firm, and then looked at him somewhat blankly, but then he came to his senses and immediately roared, and the shield in his left hand smashed down on the right side of Yang Xin's head, and at the same time, he made a fist with his right hand and hit the left side of Yang Xin's head.

Yang Xin jumped up with one arm in his hand, and the two triangular pyramids fell left and right at the same time.

The two triangular pyramids instantly pierced the black slave's wrists, and the huge force of Yang Xin's arms smashed in the air made the fists and shields that should still be able to complete the combined attack as if they were stepped on by two elephants' hooves, and they fell sharply on both sides of him, hitting the ground on the left and right with his landing and kneeling movements. Then the two triangular pyramids penetrated directly into the gap in the paved stone slab, and the black slave screamed and was nailed to the ground, while his knees fell to his knees involuntarily.

Yang Xin stood up proudly at this time.

Immediately after that, gunshots rang out from the opposite side, and bullets hit him in the chest and sparks flew away.

"Damn it, you devil!"

The ghost screamed like a breakdown.

Yang Xin raised his hand to stop the crossbowmen behind him from shooting him.

This guy has been standing behind the black slave before, and the cooperation between the two should be specially practiced, the black slave in front is responsible for the main attack as a meat shield, and he is sneak attacking with a musket in the back, so those swinging crossbowmen have never found a chance to shoot at him.

"Jesu will?"

Yang Xin sneered.

The ghost guy looked at him in amazement.

"It seems that yes, what did Long Huamin say I am?"

Yang Xin said.

"I, we are the Dutch East India Company."

The ghost guy said in a panic.

"I'm still the King of Portugal!"

Yang Xin said disdainfully.

"Grab it, take it back and let him see the Jinyi Guard!"

He went on to say.

The Dangkou army behind immediately rushed forward and quickly caught this ghost guy, but he didn't dare to continue to resist, it was obvious that he still lacked understanding of the Jinyi Guard's edict.

"Uncle, what the hell is this?"

Yang Huan walked in and looked at the one nailed to the ground in amazement.

"Bring it back together, let the brothers see it, and take over Wuxi City immediately, five hundred miles to hurry up to your Majesty, there are people in Wuxi City who collude with the Portuguese to rebel, please Your Majesty order to temporarily take over this place by Jinyiwei for strict investigation. In addition, send someone to Nanjing, hand over all the prisoners to Li Shi, and transfer the remaining 500 Dangkou troops here, and the time has come for us to make a big fight. ”

Yang Xin said.

"Uncle, I'm afraid those civil officials won't agree."

Yang Huan said cautiously.

"It's none of our business."

Yang Xin said.

The civil servants, of course, were unlikely to agree.

There has never been such a thing, and the rules are completely broken, not to mention that which of these wealthy families in Wuxi does not have a bunch of backing in the imperial court? He is completely putting on a posture of even the pot, these people are not in a hurry, the final result must be the apocalypse succumbing, the little emperor is not him, he can have no scruples, but the little emperor must scruples, so this performance will inevitably be rejected, this can be said to be no suspense.

But......

What does it matter?

Anyway, this place is already under his de facto control.

He can toss as much as he wants, as long as the little emperor and Jiu Qiansui are slightly delayed in the capital, plus the time delayed on the way back and forth, basically a month can pass, and this month is enough for him to do a lot of things. What's more, the little emperor can use this to bargain with the ministers, this Wuxi City and the wealthy families in it are the hostages of the little emperor, either agree to the little emperor's many requests, or the little emperor will let Yang Xin go, anyway, he is here, how he wants to fabricate charges and copy the house, just say a word to him. He just copied all these wealthy families in the entire Wuxi City, and the people outside were helpless against him, anyway, there was already a breakthrough, and the method was there, and even the evidence was conclusive and completely justified.

The only way to stop him was to accept some of the demands made by the little emperor.

For example, the re-establishment of the tax superintendent and so on.

Another example is the revision of the tax law.

……

In short, there are requirements to mention.

If he didn't agree to Yang Xin, he continued to fabricate accusations against the gentry, and even began to connect with the gentry outside Wuxi.

The wealthy families here all have their own huge network of connections, pulling out a mud that is likely to be rooted in the whole country, and finally this big prison will envelop the entire Changzhou Prefecture, the entire Yangtze River Delta, and the entire Nanzhili, and the terrifying cloud created by Yang Xin will begin to spread from here, enveloping more and more gentry. If you want to avoid this nightmare, then there is only one way, let the little emperor order to stop, to put it bluntly, this is Yang Xin partnering with the little emperor, and in this way forcing those civil officials and gentry to accept some imminent reforms.