Wang Heze rushed out of the group of civil officials and rushed straight towards Li Zhi.

The eyes of more than a dozen civilian officials behind Wang Heze widened, and they understood the current situation - now thousands of people in the Tiger Ben Army are surrounding the civilian officials, all fully armed, and they are definitely not something that the powerless civilian officials can deal with. Now the only survivor may be to rush up and grab Li Zhi and use Li Zhi as a hostage to break out of the encirclement.

More than a dozen civil officials rushed out in unison and rushed towards Li Zhi, who was more than ten meters away.

Li Zhi sneered, waved his hand and shouted:

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Tiger Army in front of Li Zhi pulled out the steel scimitar of Fanjiazhuang and pounced on the dozen or so civilian officials who came in front of him. I saw that the knives were raised and fell, and the official robes on the civil officials were cut through a huge gap, and the blade broke through the clothes and cut straight down, cutting all the flesh and skin of the civil officials.

Wang Heze was stimulated by the sharp pain of cutting open his chest and screamed loudly. Blood splatters spurted out of the massive wound like a spring. Wang Heze rolled on the ground and convulsed, and soon lost his strength due to excessive bleeding, and gradually stopped moving.

More than a dozen civilian officials who rushed out, without exception, were all hacked to death in front of the altar by the veterans of the Tiger Ben Army.

The other civil servants in the back were not so brave, they stared blankly at their colleagues on the ground, one by one with round eyes, wide mouths, and snow-white faces.

Some of the timid ones were even more trembling, and feces and urine were dripping uncontrollably from their crotches.

Li Zhi shouted: "Kill! These traitors can be killed! ”

The horn sounded again, and the Tiger Ben soldiers who pressed on from all directions opened fire.

In the crackling sound of gunfire, thousands of tiger soldiers entered the sheepfold like fierce tigers, and began a massacre at the trembling civilian officials. Bullets swept through the vegetable patches like a storm, knocking shameless civil officials to the ground one by one.

Blood flowers are like splashes in a pond on a rainy day, one after another, blooming on civil officials.

The civilian officials stared at the tiger army in front of them with wide eyes, and looked at the fallen colleagues around them, their eyes full of disbelief.

They don't believe it, they don't understand, they don't understand that the Tiger Army really dares to shoot at them.

They are the Jinshi with the title of the gold list of the cold window for ten years, they are the important members of the court at the feet of the Son of Heaven, they are the Beijing officials who call for wind and rain, and they are the powerful in the eyes of the people.

On weekdays, they can decide the life and death of a common man with a single word. One arrangement of them can determine the rise and fall of several merchants. As the leaders of the world's corporal and the spokesmen of the gentry, they thought that their lives were superior.

They even feel that one of their lives is worth the lives of hundreds of ordinary people.

The officials and soldiers at the end of the Ming Dynasty were like bandits, killing good people at every turn. The local military towns were murderous and the common people were unrelenting, killing dozens or hundreds of people at every turn. But there has never been a soldier who dares to kill a person, and it is impossible for a soldier to dare to touch the Jinshi with the title of the gold list.

A civil official born in Jinshi, he was the ruler at the top of society in the late Ming Dynasty. If you insist on using an animal to describe these jinshi, they are cranes soaring proudly in the sky, beyond the firewood, rice, oil and salt of this society.

Their ending should have been to make enough money in the officialdom, occupy a large amount of civilian land in the local area, spread out and give birth to countless children and grandchildren, and become a scholarly heirloom.

Even if it is a local officer who controls one side, when he sees them, he must call him a Jinshi master.

However, today's Li Zhi slaughtered them like dogs.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people fell under the guns of the Tiger Army.

A Tobe Langzhong, who was dressed in a big red official robe, was shot in the thigh by a soldier of the Tiger Army and fell to the ground. However, he fell to the ground and did not have time to scream and moan, he looked at the Tiger Ben soldiers approaching with rifles, and crawled desperately on the ground in panic.

He dragged his bleeding right foot, stared at the tiger army behind him with wide eyes, and crawled desperately to the middle of the group of officials on the ground. But where did he crawl on the ground with his hands, and there were tiger soldiers who walked fast? In the blink of an eye, he was chased up.

He cried out in fear: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! My family's 13,000 acres of land, and the 190,000 taels of silver I have accumulated over the years, will be given to you, all of them. Don't kill me, I'm no longer an official, I'll go back to my hometown to be an old farmer, don't kill me! ”

The Tiger Soldier in front of him snorted coldly, picked up his bayonet and stabbed it forward, stabbing into the heart of the Tobu Langzhong.

The man let out an incomparably terrible scream, almost glaring his eyes out. He clutched the bayonets of the Tiger Army soldiers, but he couldn't control the blood spurting out of his heart.

"Can't kill me... I am... I'm a Jingguan..."

In the vegetable patch by the Grand Canal, the flames spewed blood everywhere.

A military officer looked at the soldiers of the Tiger Army who were rushing closer and closer, and looked at the civilian officials who were falling under the bullets, and he was so frightened that he desperately fled to the innermost part of the official.

He threw away the black gauze hat from his head and rushed into the crowd, constantly pushing his trembling colleagues behind him to block the bullets for himself.

The soldiers of the Tiger Army used rear-loading rifles, which had an extremely fast rate of fire. Almost every time he dragged a civilian officer behind him, those colleagues were immediately killed by the rifles of the soldiers of the Tiger Army.

When he ran more than ten meters in the middle of this incident and was about to drag the fourth person behind him, he suddenly found that his ears were cold, and a bullet grazed his ear and shot into the chest of his colleague who was holding his hand.

The colleague didn't know if his heart or lungs were smashed by the spinning conical bullet, and with a whoop he spewed out a mouthful of blood, spraying the face of the victim a bright red.

"I... I'm Jinshi... I..."

The colleague spurted blood, clutched at the shoulder, lost his strength, and collapsed in the middle of the ridge in the vegetable field.

In this matter, my legs were so frightened by this bloody scene that I couldn't run anymore.

A bullet came steadily from fifty meters away, and it shot through the head with a thud. In the middle of the incident, his eyes glared, and he fell at the feet of his colleague's corpse without saying a word.

The massacre set off by the breech-loading rifles was extremely efficient, and after only twenty seconds, the vegetable fields were already strewn with corpses, and more than 1,000 civilian officials were killed at least 800. Blood flowed from the ground, and there were convulsive and rolling wounded everywhere. Some of the civil servants were obviously dead, their bodies were still convulsing, and they looked extremely cruel.

The bright red and turquoise silk robes were like worthless shrouds, and they were everywhere in the vegetable patch.

Closest to Li Zhi, Jia Sanwei's official robe was already soaked in cold sweat, he desperately kowtowed on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Don't kill me!" King Chitose of Qi! Don't kill me! ”

"I don't support the Jiangbei Army, I support King Qi! Long live King Qi! ”

A bullet flew from nowhere and shot into Jia Sanwei's stomach with a snap. Jia Sanwei let out a scream like killing a pig and rolled on the ground.

Rolling and rolling, his voice became smaller and quieter, and gradually he could not roll.

Dong Jiuqi and Chen Wenyue stood in the middle of the crowd, and they had not been killed at this time. The two of them were so frightened that there was no trace of blood on their faces, and they only stared at the horrific massacre.