At this point, it was clear to everyone that it was only temporarily safe here. Although the Min Wangfu is not "overdue", there will always be hundreds of people guarding it, and the hands and feet on his side together can't make up a hundred, if you want to make it, you have to count your head.

And he is all rough with fists and sticks or martial artists at home, how can he compare with these fighting men? I can only take advantage of this little time to get out.

If it is an ordinary rich and noble family, maybe the small chai door can be secretly opened and closed, but Zheng Zhizhi's house is extremely tight, and he can't find this kind of small door that can be opened casually. It is estimated that even if the servants of the Zheng family enter and exit, they also go through the convenient doors next to the doors everywhere, and sure enough, this measure has a good "anti-theft" effect---- but unfortunately, they themselves are these thieves.

At the critical juncture, a few sons and brothers who were floating on weekdays quarreled again, and without the suppression of those who were known as prestige, this alley immediately became a vegetable market. Some peacemakers wanted to persuade with the overall situation as the priority, but they were beaten away before they could stretch out their hands. The more noisy several people became, the more angry they became, and they simply pulled out knives and beat each other.

Seeing this, everyone didn't bother to care about these guys whose hearts were higher than the sky and whose lives were thinner than paper, and they planned to find a door to see if it could be opened.

Within a few steps, a low, but far-reaching, roar rushed into their cochlea: "The thieves are here!" Give me a gun! ”

The location of these men was a three-way intersection, and a small group of guards came out of two directions, so it was only the last direction. A few people were knocked down by the lead, and the rest of the people fled for their lives in a panic despite the pain of their feet from many jumps, and some even abandoned the big blades, just wanting to prolong their lives for a while.

They hadn't heard stories of lions and antelopes surviving, but they knew the same thing--- you can run faster than your companions.

The guards stepped over the corpses, not even the men who mended the knives, and rushed through a street corner, the last few targets back in view.

Soon, several soldiers poured out from the other side, giving a warm compress to the double-barreled shotgun in hand. In the same way, these people also know how to catch alive... What awaits these living mouths will be the torture and interrogation that has been accumulated for generations of East Asian powers, and their fate is already sealed at this moment, regardless of what is squeezed out.

Some tried to plead, but the carotid artery was cut open by a cold light. Others stared at each other, and the end was the same.

The two guard officers with different skin tones talked a few words in Hokkien with a face, leaving a few people to dispose of the corpse, intending to drag the living mouth to Zhu Chenggong.

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One day at the end of 1659, peasants on the outskirts of Zhongxing went into the city to sell vegetables as usual. As a "big city" with a non-agricultural population of tens of thousands, Zhongxing has succeeded in getting farmers in the suburbs to switch to vegetables for the city.

However, there are not many people who sell vegetables. Because these tens of thousands of customers are distributed in dozens of factories and other units, most of them do not have time to go home for dinner--- not to mention that the living conditions of most workers are not as good as those of the tube building, and it is also difficult to open fire. The canteen of the unit is often centralized procurement, and there are not many people who come to the vegetable market to buy it, and only the owners of some small restaurants come to pick up vegetables, and these people have a small business and cannot order.

During this time, a road like an official road was gradually leveled out next to the vegetable market, and there were wooden railings to prevent people from entering and exiting in some places with a large flow of people. Many good people are amazed at this, and in this era of extremely scarce cultural life, people from miles away or even more than a dozen miles away go to see this strange road every day.

Today, there are several two-wheeled carts with solid wood wheels, followed by a team of workers with various tools. A group of officers with wooden sticks and short guns hung from their waists came out of the cave in the gate, and they patrolled both sides of the road to make sure that no brains were drawn in to die.

The men were divided into two ends, one forward and one backward, and the track was quickly spread out on both sides from this vegetable farm. The vegetable sellers couldn't understand it, so they prepared to close the stall for a while, otherwise the vegetables would be exposed to the sun and the water would not be easy to sell.

"Phew...!" The horse's head stiffened and stopped, and the people above quickly turned over and dismounted, and ran to the stall without even leashing the horse, and without asking one by one, he asked directly at the vegetable sellers, "How many vegetables do you have?" We're all going to do it. ”

Several groups of trains, wrapped in quilts and filled with vegetables, moved forward, while the trains behind dragged the new troops. The current railroad carriage has not yet been officially opened to traffic, so it can only make do with transporting military supplies on these hundreds of miles of roads. Even so, a lot of financial expenses have been saved.

According to the plan of the General Staff, the Ming army entered Yunnan from the direction of Mubang and attacked Dali from the two directions of Shunning and Yongchang. The Qing army in Yunnan now has a maximum of 10,000 men. After the reform of the military system of the new army, the organizational structure was changed to a name similar to that of later generations, and the establishment rule of the three-three system was also "inherited," so that the army could be better mobilized and made it like a command.

The Ming army of the small imperial court is now probably less than 30,000 people, and the troops sent on this expedition are less than 10,000. However, the new army, which was composed of three regiments of more than 5,000 people, came with two regiments. In Zhu Youlang's eyes, this army should at least reach the level of the Qi family's army, but it is a matter of how many points it can reach or surpass.

"Papa The loud explosions and white smoke made the Burmese people tremble in fear during the Chinese New Year, but seeing that these old men did not seem to have released their birds, they quickly got used to this inexplicable and unrelated way of celebrating.

Zhu Youlang stood on a high platform in the palace, looking at the smoke rising from all over the city, giving people the illusion of being in a costume drama--- but it was a pity that there was a crane missing behind the background. Before the crossing, the city where Zhu Youlang was located had banned firecrackers because of PM2.5, but the vast majority of people in this era did not live to die because of this. Moreover, compared with the smoke of black powder, the mosquitoes flying on the dead pools in Burma are truly terrifying, which is one of the reasons why the Central Plains Dynasty did not take Burma for a long time, and it is also the reason why the Chinese expeditionary force in the Savage Mountain suffered heavy losses in later generations.

If these firecrackers can smoke mosquitoes, Zhu Youlang thinks that he will order firecrackers every day.

"Your Majesty, the queen invites Your Majesty to dine together."

Zhu Youlang nodded, and walked down the stairs with a lawsuit.

Facing a large family that doesn't see each other very well: the queen mother, the queen, several concubines, and his own tiger-headed son. Zhu Youlang's mood fell to the bottom for some reason, he knew very well what had happened in history.

A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, and Zhu Youlang picked up the chopsticks expressionlessly, picked up a piece of sweet potato flour cake and threw it into his mouth.