In a chaotic scream, Lao Wu, who was the first to fall, suddenly sat up like a corpse, and then directly spurted out a mouthful of blood......

A worker next to him who wanted to run looked stupid.

"Rush up and fight them!"

Lao Wu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted

At this time, the soldiers on the opposite side were loading, the cavalry in the back was still on standby, and the workers were in chaos, but there were not many who were shot, and the soldiers were also recruited from the poor, and they were all villagers who might still know each other, and they shot and shot, but raising the muzzle of the gun by an inch was still instinct for the vast majority of soldiers.

It's just to disperse the workers.

If you can not kill people, it is better not to kill people, look up and don't see what you look down, and the soldiers don't want to be unable to face the villagers in the future.

But the workers were still completely stunned.

They didn't expect the other party to actually shoot, and the dozen or so corpses lying at their feet, the screaming wounded and the blood flowing, made these workers who had never experienced war scream in horror. Some of the timid ones are already turning around and running away, most of those who have not fled are at a loss, and only a few brave ones are rescuing the wounded. But this kind of thing is still beyond their imagination, the fear of firearms can be said to be instinctive, in the smoke of gunfire ahead, those neatly dressed in blue military uniforms, with their muzzles loaded, undoubtedly with a huge deterrent power......

"What are you afraid of, as long as we make a big fuss and drive King Gui and them out, won't the imperial court just send troops to take over Guangzhou?"

Old Wu roared angrily.

As he spoke, he pulled out a thick wrought-iron plate from under his jacket, revealing a deep crater on it.

It was clear that he had been prepared.

But none of the surrounding workers noticed the wrought iron plate in this guy's hand, and what echoed in their minds was Lao Wu's words. The big trouble drove King Gui out of Canton, and the workers themselves took control of the city, and the latter was unable to retake Canton, so the army of the imperial court could only take advantage of the opportunity, and they only needed to hand it over when the time came. Then their dream could come true, as long as the imperial army took control of the city, then the Gui domain would no longer exist, and Guangdong would return to the imperial court......

"Fight with them and drive away King Gui's Yingguan army!"

A worker suddenly let out a roar.

After saying that, he was the first to rush to the soldiers.

"Fight with them, we have millions of workers who are afraid of what those thousands of guards will do, and they will desperately drive away King Gui's Yingguan army, and our future generations will not have to suffer!"

Old Wu shouted.

"Rush!"

"Welcome to the officer!"

"Drive away King Gui and welcome the official army!"

……

More roars rang out, and more workers rushed at the soldiers.

The first to charge was not far from the soldiers, but the soldiers opposite him pulled the trigger first, and a bullet hit him in the shoulder, and his body shook violently in the run, but he did not fall, but continued to run with the wounds on his body. Behind him more workers followed, and the same gunfire rang out from the opposite side, and the workers kept falling in the gunfire, and the soldiers no longer deliberately shot empty, and nearly half of the flintlock rifle bullets at close range were among the workers. Most of the workers who charged first fell, but the workers who were originally in chaos behind them joined the ranks of the charge in the shouts of Lao Wu.

At this moment, almost all the workers who heard the shouting had only one thought in their minds......

Drove away King Gui and greeted the official army.

ushered in the official army, and their hard days are over!

As for death......

If death can be exchanged for a better life for their family members, the vast majority of these workers will not hesitate, death is not terrible compared to the life they are living now, and their life in the abyss is actually worse than death.

It's better to live than to die.

Basically, it didn't last more than five years in the factory.

They all died of illness in a few years, and as long as the man with the iron nail entered the factory for three years, he basically became a sick seedling, although he said that he died of illness, but in fact he understood that he was tired to death, and even someone was often working, so he fell down and swallowed his breath silently. Although these workers do not understand the concept of overwork, they also know that it is the squeezing of life by the factories, and these factories that have brought countless wealth through their crazy operation are like a demon that constantly devours the lives of the living. Compared with this life of looking up at the sky in the abyssal quagmire, dying at gunpoint with the hope of a better life for children is the best relief.

At the moment they ignore the muzzles of the flame-spewing guns.

They ignore the whistling bullets.

Even they ignore the bullets that hit their bodies.

The first to charge, the worker, slammed into the midst of the soldiers as they were stumbling with their bayonets, knocking them to the ground. One of the soldiers next to him put on his bayonet and turned around and stabbed him, but then a second worker arrived, who punched him in the face, and as the soldier screamed, the worker grabbed the flintlock pistol with the bayonet and snatched it from his hand. The soldier came to his senses and hurriedly recaptured with all his might, and behind him, a soldier with a bayonet in his hand, stabbed the worker in the chest, but before he could draw his bayonet, two workers collided at the same time. One of them was holding a half-section of the flagpole in his hand, which stabbed him directly in the right eye, and in the midst of the soldier's screams, another worker snatched the gun he had just drawn and turned around and stabbed him in the ribs of the soldier next to him......

Almost in the blink of an eye, the surging workers drowned out the soldiers.

There are too many workers.

At this time, even if you don't dare to move forward, you must move forward under the crowd behind, otherwise you will be knocked down and trampled to death, especially if you know that you can't face the bullet in the back, you are completely crazy forward in the gradually spreading slogan. The torrent was completely unstoppable, and the thin lines of those soldiers collapsed like tissue paper in an instant as hundreds of thousands of people collided.

He Juren was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that this would be the result, and he didn't expect that those workers who he regarded as mustard would have the courage to charge against the bullets.

"Quick, quick, trample these people to death!"

He shouted as he brandished his short gun.

The cavalry general next to him was entangled.

At this time, the infantry in front of them were already discarding their weapons and fleeing, they could not stop such an endless torrent, this was a flash flood and they were just a wooden fence, if they did not run, they would be trampled to death in the blink of an eye. Those infantry were not stupid, they couldn't control this scene at all, they kept throwing away their weapons and even taking off their clothes, and they simply ran to the buildings on both sides and even ran in. They were caught between the cavalry and the workers, with only two sides to hide, while the workers who had broken the line of infantry continued to rush and ram the cavalry like madness with a galloping spirit.

The cavalrymen looked at each other in the same way.

Despite the spears in their hands, despite the iron armor they wore and the expensive Indian horses under their crotch, their gaze showed fear.

"Retreat!"

The general suddenly shouted.

Then he was the first to turn the horse's head.

"What do you want to do, stop them, raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while......"

He Juren was dumbfounded, and he grabbed the general's reins like a mad and shouted.

"You block it yourself, who can stop it if it's like this, this is the same as a rogue, Zhang Xianzhong's hungry people are not so crazy, Lao Tzu doesn't want people to be trampled to death!"

The general said.

After speaking, he kicked He Juren away.

Then he urged his horse to flee quickly, and the cavalry behind him also turned around.

It is said that these cavalry are different from the infantry, the latter is basically recruited locally, but the cavalry is basically all fleeing south with Zuo Mengeng back then, after all, the cavalry needs more skills, and the soldiers recruited by those poor people are obviously not good. But these people who fled south are really battle-hardened, especially Wang Deren, who is nicknamed the Iron Cavalry King, and they have all fought with Zhang Xianzhong and Li Zicheng for many years.

It was even more terrible than the starving people they had to face.

The hungry people are not so crazy.

If it's in the field, they may be able to charge in formation, using their speed to go around the flanks and keep attacking them until they break down. But this is the streets and alleys of the city, they are facing the workers of the whole city, no matter how strong the impact of their war horses is, they will have to drown in the endless crowd like a quagmire if they can't hit ten steps, since this is not a hurry to run, let's talk about the rest later!

Poor He Juren was stupid, watching these cavalry flee from the battle.

Then the workers arrived.

He held the empty short gun, squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and looked at Lao Wu who rushed in front of him with a stiff expression......

"This brother ......"

He said with a dry laugh.

"Ma, dare to shoot Lao Tzu!"

Lao Wu grabbed him by the collar.

"You, what do you want to do, if you have something to say, don't do it to our villagers."

He Juren said in horror.

"Folks? Why didn't you care about any folks when you shot? Hands-off? Yes, we won't do it, brothers, and invite our eldest man out into the street! ”

Lao Wu shouted.

A few workers rushed up, happily lifted He Juren, shouted his trumpet in terror, and threw him into the middle of the street.

Immediately after that, the latter smashed on the stone pavement.

He Juren fell and screamed, his hands were supported and he struggled to get up, a worker who rushed forward had no time to dodge, he tripped and was lying on his back, and smashed him back to the ground, the worker scolded and quickly got up and continued to run forward. Before He Juren came to his senses, another worker ran by, and he originally wanted to step over, because his steps were not big enough, he stepped on He Juren's arm, and slid before he stood firm in He Juren's screams and then ran forward. And just a second later, a worker who didn't have time to dodge stepped on He Juren's back, and then jumped forward with a slam kick.

Poor He Juren couldn't even scream at this time, he stretched out one arm and twitched, just like that......