The news of the capital soon arrived in Jiangsu and Zhejiang through Di Bao, and although the Apocalypse still did not make a final decision, it also lifted the spirits of the gentry in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Their resistance is effective.

After all, Apocalypse did not dare to risk provoking the wrath of the public.

This is not only a matter of the gentry in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, this practice challenges the bottom line of the entire gentry class, even the northern gentry, even if it is not the Donglin Party, and even the Eunuch Party are opposed, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Six Sections are all joined by all the officials to impeach Yang Xin, many of them are already eunuchs, and they also ignore Yang Xin in the south, and Lu Zhaoxiong, who mobilized the army to attack, is also a northerner.

He is a native of Xingtai.

Apocalypse still can't bear it after all.

However, in a short period of time, the Jiangnan gentry could not solve the Red Turban Army, after all, they had just experienced a series of fiascos, and at this time, the Red Turban Army would burn high incense if they did not fight them......

No need to burn it.

Upon learning of this, the Red Turbans immediately launched an attack.

Danyang City Head.

He Shishou, the former head of the Ministry of Rites who resigned and returned to his hometown because he disdained to resign alongside the eunuchs, stood at the head of the city, looking at the surging Red Turban Army outside.

The gates of the city were opened under him.

A young general in full armor, with dozens of cavalry rushed in, behind them was the same rout soldiers, constantly routed by the Red Turban Army, and then did not hesitate to kneel down and surrender, but then also joined the Red Turban Army, took the red scarf from the latter's hand and tied it around his neck, and instantly seemed to change a person, and roared like those Red Turban Army and rushed to this side.

"Close the gates!"

Anxious shouts rang out below.

Then, with the creak of the gates closing, the young officer ran up the walls panting.

"What about the brutes?"

He Shishou stepped forward and asked.

"What kind of brute soldiers are you asking, you don't know who they are? Let's go, Yu Bogong, if you don't leave, it's too late, where is Lizhigong? ”

Ge Lin, the deputy general of the Danyang regiment and the actual real commander, asked anxiously.

At this moment there was a sudden cheer in the city, and they both turned their heads in amazement, and then they saw countless poor people pouring out, gathering in the streets and rushing to the city gate, and the cavalry who had just entered the city wanted to drive away, but then they came to their senses, and hurriedly urged their horses to rush up the city wall. One of them hurriedly handed the reins of the horse he was holding in his hand to Ge Lin, who pushed him directly onto the horse in the trembling of He Shishou, and then jumped on the same horse.

"The Duke of Li, the Duke of Lizhi is there!"

He Shishou suddenly looked at the top of his head and shouted.

"It's too late, let's go!"

Ge Lin said.

After saying that, he took the dozens of horses and galloped along the city wall.

The few regimental exercises in front of them were all rushing to the city, and on the city tower behind them, an old man in his seventies and eighties looked out of the city with tears in his eyes.

The gates of the city had been opened by the poor people in the city, and the pursuing Red Turban army was pouring in, including the barbarian soldiers He Shishou was thinking about, who sent 100,000 taels to Long Xiaozu in Yangzhou in exchange for the latter's order to send 3,000 Yi soldiers here to help with the disaster relief to enter Lücheng to defend Danyang. However, now the Yi soldiers surrendered to the Red Turban Army, and raided the regimental training and official troops who guarded Lücheng with them, which led to the collapse of the Mengdu defense line, and the Red Turban Army drove the regimental training straight to Danyang.

"God, what kind of world is this?"

In front of the city tower, Shang Bao Siqing Jiang Zhili looked up to the sky and howled angrily.

In fact, he was just driven back by the nine thousand years old last year, and he didn't resign at the age of eighty, which is simply outrageous for the nine thousand years old, how many young people are waiting behind, so he found some stubble and prepared to clean him up, and finally scared him so much that he had to resign himself, but he was originally Gu Xiancheng's group.

However, I didn't expect that I had just come back, and I was thinking about recuperating for the rest of my life but encountered this difficulty.

"Emperor Xian, the old minister is here to serve you!"

He wailed again.

Then he glanced at the surging Red Turban Army outside, and jumped directly from the city tower.

And He Shishou, who had already run more than two hundred meters, turned his head and watched his figure fall from the city tower gloomily, and then smashed it on the arrow stack and bounced, and then fell under the city again, and at this time, a group of group exercises suddenly raised their bird guns in front of them. Ge Lin did not hesitate at all, and ran into them, followed by the spray of fire on the opposite side, and in the whistling of bullets, the war horse instantly crashed into the rebellious group training, and he raised the Yanling knife in his hand to continuously cut down one by one trying to stop them.

Those group drills dodged one after another.

Then he rushed through the interception and continued on.

However, at this time, there were only more than ten horses left.

"Uncle Yu?"

Only then did he realize that He Shishou was lying on the horse's head, he shouted and pushed, and then He Shishou fell to the side.

Well, He Shishou was shot.

He reluctantly pushed He Shishou's dead body off the horse.

Ge Lin glanced hatefully at the city, which had been overwhelmed by the Red Turbans and the poor, and rushed down the city wall with his last dozen loyal men, and rushed forward along the road at the base of the wall, and soon reached the north gate, where he escaped from Danyang among the crowded fleeing gentry.

Nanking.

"What can I do? I'm also helpless! ”

Yang Dudu spread his hands and said.

"I said a long time ago that these native soldiers were originally rebelled, and they were only good at being appeased, so they honestly followed me and prepared to move to Taiwan for resettlement, but if you want to say that they are really single-minded to the imperial court, this is simply impossible, so I dare not let them go to the battlefield, for fear that they will surrender to the enemy again.

What can I do now that this happens?

The princes of the court are against me, and I have already negotiated with the Red Turban Army, and if I had followed my plan, everyone would have been happy at this time.

It's good now.

Since the court did not agree to the demands of the people, they naturally continued to fight.

If the officers and soldiers of the imperial court can defeat the Red Turban Army, then of course it is easy to say anything, but the officers and soldiers of the imperial court can't defeat the Red Turban Army!

So what can I do? ”

He said irresponsibly.

The Red Turban Army captured Danyang, and then also launched a fight against local tyrants in Danyang, and now the entire Zhenjiang Mansion has fallen into an apocalyptic panic, whether it is Zhenjiang or Jintan, and even the poor people in Jurong are ready to move, and the gentry of Yingtianfu have begun to organize group exercises. What's even more terrifying is that Yingtian's guards are ready to move, and even the official army has begun to defect on the battlefield, in the final analysis, these guards under Yingtian have all become serfs of the Xungui Regiment, and those military households are also eager to get rid of the shackles.

At this time, not to mention the gentry, even the noble regiment is panicked, and if it is not good, it will be involved in the fire of the prairie fire.

This is not far off.

It will not take a few days for tens of thousands of militiamen to join the Red Turban Army, and then they will snowball through the surrounding Zhenjiang, Jintan and Jurong, and there is nothing to hold on to that area. The regimental training and official army in the east had just been defeated by the Red Turban Army, and they did not have the courage to attack in the short term, and the Red Turban Army advancing west could burn this fire to the city of Nanjing in less than half a month.

And then......

Nothing then.

All the military households around Nanjing will happily join the Red Turban Army.

It is said that their ancestors are also called the Red Turban Army, their ancestors are the same as the Red Turban Army, holding spears to scare the Mongols out of the Central Plains, and now they are estimated to be the same as their ancestors, but at this time they are holding spears to scare more than 20 nobles in Nanjing.

As for Yang Xin......

"Yang Dudu, you can give me a happy word, when are you going to make trouble?"

Chang Yinxu pleaded.

"Huaiyuanhou, what do you mean by this? Are you, like those people outside, suspect that Yang is hosting behind the scenes? Have I ever left Nanjing these days? I have made meritorious contributions to the Ming Dynasty, I have shed blood for Your Majesty, and you doubt me like this? I'm really chilling, others doubt me, I don't care, but even you doubt me, Yang is really sad, I have always respected you, Kaiping Zhongwu King is the person Yang respects the most.

Again, I'll make it clear to you.

Yang has nothing to do with that Yang Feng except that they are both surnamed Yang.

Yang will play and explain this matter to His Majesty, but whether you doubt me or not, there is nothing I can do about the current situation. ”

Yang Xin said angrily.

Chang Yinxu wiped his face sadly, saying that at this time, what are you still pretending, who doesn't know that those officers of the Red Turban Army are your militia, and now the commander of the Red Turban Army is still the original Henglinbao garrison under you!

Well, Yang Xin left Li Zhong in Wujin to command for him.

However, this is also normal, after all, Henglin Fort is in the area controlled by the Red Turban Army, in this case, it is normal for Li Zhong to betray the imperial court and betray Yang Dudu, and even not only Li Zhong, just now there are many officers of the Dangkou Army who commanded the Yi soldiers have also openly joined the Red Turban Army, they belong to the surrender on the battlefield, in short, Yang Dudu's subordinates are increasingly appearing in the Red Turban Army and showing up publicly. However, it is not only them, the number of guards who surrendered on the battlefield is also increasing, and the addition of these people, coupled with the increasing number of heavy weapons captured on the battlefield, the combat effectiveness of the Red Turban Army continues to increase.

Now they have also begun to bombard with Hongyi cannons.

Similarly, the mode of the officers and soldiers being defeated when they see the enemy is fully opened, and what could still be faced before is now even very difficult to meet.

"Governor, in fact, my brother and I are the Marquis of Huaiyuan, and Wei Guogong also thinks that the Red Turban Army should be appeased."

Zhao Zhilong said cautiously.

"Uncle Xin Cheng also thinks it should be like this?"

Yang Xin said with a different face in an instant.

"Yes, the governor's previous plan is the most appropriate, it is all those traitors in the court who are doing bad things, the governor can rest assured, Wei can't sit back and watch these traitors mislead the country, Wei will play Your Majesty, it's just that this red turban army ......"

Xu Hongji wanted to speak and stopped.

"Wei Guogong rest assured, Yang is still in Nanjing, even if he goes to the battlefield in person, he will not let the Red Turban Army disturb Xiaoling."

Yang Xin said.

Xu Hongji and Zhao Zhilong let out a sigh of relief.

Chang Yin next to him sighed.

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