"Duel!"

"Duel!"

……

There was a tsunami-like roar outside the treasure gate.

Yang Qing, who was dressed in crimson, wearing a simple seven-beam crown on his head, looked at Tang Ruowang ten zhang away on the opposite side with a smile, and at the same time, a brocade guard next to him stepped forward with a tray, Yang Qing reached out and took the flintlock short gun in the tray, raised it and signaled to the audience outside the city.

Eguanbo with a flintlock pistol in hand......

Well, this style of painting is a bit strange!

John Tong was still praying reverently, and Francis looked at the foolish mortals outside the city with compassion, and it was clear that the glory of the Lord could not yet shine on this ancient land, and these foolish people could not get rid of their stale thoughts. It has to be said that it is a great pity that this huge, beautiful, rich kingdom is so far from the glory of the Lord, but that is what they are here for.

"Amen!"

He said, holding the scriptures in one hand.

At the same time, he dipped his other hand in some holy water and sprinkled it on the top of John's head.

"Amen!"

The latter said solemnly.

Immediately afterwards, John Tong stood up, and a missionary next to him handed him a short arquebus, obviously fifteen days was not enough time for him to go to Macao to get a similar flintlock pistol, and the revolver musket he brought from Li Zicheng was less reliable, but the old arquebus was more reliable. However, this arquebus was certainly not ordinary, not only using all the religious procedures he could understand, but also secretly using some black magic that would be burned at the stake if known by the Inquisition, and of course, as long as he could defeat this terrible enemy, he would go to the gods to confess.

As for the bullets, they are silver.

And after soaking in garlic juice, it smells like garlic.

But he didn't just have one weapon in hand.

In fact, there was a whole box of various weapons next to them, and the most exaggerated was a strangely shaped flame sword, which showed that Tomafa was not without combat effectiveness. It is said that these missionaries are very in line with the Confucian standards of the Han and Tang dynasties, getting on the horse and cutting people off the horse to preach, and occasionally there is a god who does not cross people, I cross people, and wield a sword to cut off the root of heresy.

Just like it was done in the Americas.

"The Lord will give you strength!"

Bi Francis closed the scriptures and said solemnly.

Tang Ruowang nodded, he actually didn't know anything about it, after all, he also knew that it was not so easy to manifest a saint, but he did know a lot about the miracles of deception.

"Duel!"

"Duel!"

……

The people outside were still shouting.

He resolutely turned to face Yang Qing.

"Your Excellency Marquis, according to the rules, you can shoot first!"

He said.

"No, you first!"

Yang Qing said eagerly.

He shot first and directly shot Tang Ruowang to death, without an opponent, how could he pretend to be forced?

"Thank you!"

John Tang said.

Then he lit the arquebus, then turned on the faucet and clipped the arquebus, took a deep breath and raised the short gun, which was nearly twenty millimeters in caliber. There was silence outside the city immediately, everyone looked at the gun in his hand intently, and the women on the tower of Da Bao'en Temple not far away were beating faster.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire.

With the flamespray of the muzzle, a silver bullet instantly reached Yang Qing's chest, but at the same time, a colorful brilliance appeared on his chest out of thin air, with a gorgeous circulation, seemingly illusory but blocking the knowledge like a copper wall. The next moment, in the midst of countless exclamations, Yang Qing looked down at the bullet suspended in his chest with a reserved smile, I don't know why, this bullet seemed to be frozen in the air, it was frozen in the colorful brilliance, and he easily reached out and took off the bullet.

Then he smiled at John Tang, who was already stunned, and gently bounced the bullet out with his middle and index fingers.

"It's my turn!"

He went on to say.

Then his flintlock pistol pointed forward, and before John Tang could react, the flames of the muzzle suddenly erupted, however......

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the sky.

"Ah, what a surprise, I actually missed!"

Yang Qing pretended to say.

"But we can go to the next round, and you can choose your weapons again."

He went on to say.

"Next round!"

"Next round!"

……

There was a frantic roar below.

Tang Ruowang looked at him with trembling eyes, at this time that brilliance had disappeared, the smile on Yang Qing's face seemed so weird and terrifying to him, he turned around without the slightest hesitation, took out a spear from the weapon box next to him, aimed at Yang Qing as fast as possible and pulled the trigger. The gunshots rang out, and the bullets flew out in the flames and smoke, and also hit Yang Qing's chest in an instant, but with the crazy roar below, the bullet still froze in the sudden appearance of colorful light.

"It's my turn!"

Yang Qing said as he bounced the bullet into the city again.

The Jinyi guard next to him immediately stepped forward, and a flintlock spear was handed to him, and it was also a rifle, Yang Qing didn't use two hands, just like in those divine dramas, he held the gun in one hand, and pulled the trigger at Tang Ruowang.

Bullets flew over the latter's head anyway.

"Ah, missed again!"

Yang Qing said.

"Let's come to the third round!"

He said.

"Lord, give me strength!"

Tang Ruowang roared like crazy, picked up the flame sword next to him, held the sword high above his head with both hands, and instantly jumped in front of Yang Qing at a speed that did not match his age, slashing down with all his strength like an ancient German mercenary. The strangely shaped wavy blade fell straight on Yang Qing's shoulder, but to Tang Ruowang's ecstasy, the colorful brilliance did not appear, and the blade of the flame sword suddenly slashed into Yang Qing's shoulder. But Tang Ruowang was not a real warrior after all, his strength was not enough to split Yang Qing directly, and the strength of the latter's bones and muscles was obviously different from ordinary people, and the flame sword only entered a sword and a half width after cutting off his shoulder blades, and then he was no longer able to go down, and was directly stuck on the bone.

Yang Qing carried this huge two-handed heavy sword on his shoulder, and looked at Tang Ruowang motionlessly.

Tang Ruowang looked at him dumbfounded.

Then Yang Qing's right hand suddenly moved forward, and suddenly pinched his neck, and then the fingers were slightly forced, Tang Ruowang's eyes immediately lost their lustre, and his head was tilted to the side in his hand, Yang Qing threw it down casually, and Tang Ruowang's dead body fell to the city.

Yang Qing tilted his head and looked at his shoulder.

The flame sword was still stuck on it, and the domineering giant sword was on his shoulder in such a strange posture, making his appearance look very visually impactful at the moment.

"This god is a bit unauthentic!"

He sighed softly.

In other words, he didn't expect that the colorful brilliance would disappear, this god was too unreliable, with a belly slander, he took the hilt of the sword and pulled it out, took it in his hand and looked at it with interest, he was really good Wonder where did John get this thing, this is no longer used in Europe, and it has basically become a purely pretending honor guard.

And at this moment, there was a dead silence outside the city.

"Mr. Bi, do you know what you have to do?"

Yang Qing said with the flame sword.

"Your Excellency Marquis, I will lead all the missionaries out of the Ming Dynasty."

Bi Fangji looked at the huge wound on his shoulder that was rapidly healing, and said with shock and trembling.

"Don't be duplicitous, if the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty catch your people in these places when they recover other lands of the Ming Dynasty, then they will not be so polite to you again, I will execute your people for illegally invading the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and I will also tell the Vatican on my behalf that any missionaries who set foot on the Ming Dynasty without permission will be executed in the future, and this standard applies to all your gods and believers.

This is not the place you should be.

If you stay honest in Europe, I will maintain friendship with you, but not on the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and anyone who tries to change our faith will not be welcome here. The history of civilization in this land is longer than yours, and your belief system that was formed in the last years of the Western Han Dynasty should not be laughed at here again. ”

Yang Qing said.

"Your Excellency Marquis, I will tell you."

Bi Fangji said somewhat gloomily.

"Let's go!"

Yang Qing said.

These people did not cause harm to the Ming Dynasty, but brought a lot of useful new things, the opening of the world at the end of the Ming Dynasty was brought by them, not to mention that the map of Kunyu Wanguo alone is enough to affirm their contributions, since this is the case, there is no need to kill them. Of course, if they leave the area controlled by the prison state and secretly run to other places to preach, then the next time they are caught, they will definitely be killed, Yang Qing can give them a leniency but will not give them a second time. In fact, they will, not to mention that there are still a few missionaries in Beijing, King Guanggui is about to become the base camp of the missionaries, and even fooling King Gui and others to be baptized, and the missionaries who were driven away by him will definitely be transferred to Liangguang.

At this time, China's patronage was still in the hands of the King of Portugal, and King Gui's main external help also came from Portugal.

He must have indulged the missionaries there.

And Dolgon and Li Zicheng will not refuse them there.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Yang Qing.

Francis took the missionaries and bowed to him one last time before leaving.

"From today on, Benjue will issue a challenge to all Hushen believers, and all Hushen believers can come here to duel with Benjue for a period of one year, and the Hushen Sect that has not duel with Benjue within one year will be deemed to have automatically admitted defeat. For the loser, I will take measures or expel or restrict, of course, the same is true if the duel fails, one year is limited, today next year, the Ming Dynasty officially set up a subordinate Jinyi Wei Department of education and management to manage the Hu Shen believers, whether to survive or stay depends on the outcome of the duel. ”

The wound had healed, but Yang Qing stood on the city wall and shouted at the people outside.

Immediately outside, there was another frenzied cheer.

In fact, at this time, most of the soldiers and civilians did not understand the meaning of these words at all, they were just in a frenzy stimulated by Yang Qing's miracles, and at this time, Yang Qing said whatever he wanted, and as fanatics, they were no longer interested in distinguishing the meaning of Yang Qing's words.

Of course, they don't need to tell.

Listen to the loyal and brave marquis!