Yue Le, as the general of Pingnan, was naturally reasonable and legal to occupy the magpie's nest, and the big lama lived in the yamen of the Anqing prefect, and the gentry walked past the Manchurian soldiers with straight waists and white cotton armor, and they couldn't help but tremble.

Walking through this bandit-like dismount, a Goshha guided them to sit on a horse in a strong Liaodong military dialect, and no one showed them tea. Anqing is not as good as Wuchang, these old hats don't even dare to drop their butts with peace of mind, and soon some people feel soreness in their legs.

"Master, all the people outside have arrived, only the two families in Susong County have not arrived."

"Oh?" Yue Le said noncommittally, "Then so be it!" After speaking, Yue Le strode out, walked into the back hall and sat on the largest chair in the hall.

"Since everyone came back anyway, then, everyone has to show their sincerity anyway?" Yue Le's voice was not loud, but perhaps it was because of the uniform on his body that he was not angry and arrogant.

After decades of war, everyone knew what this meant, so they offered to give as much silver, as much food, and so on. As long as they do not exterminate their clans, then the silver and grain can always be exploited back from the tenants and the side branches of the clan. A long house made of iron, and silver of flowing water!

Before the words fell, the housekeeper leaned into his ear and whispered a few words, and Yue Tuo waved his hand expressionlessly after listening.

Immediately, the two late gentry deputies were dragged in.

"Chop." Yue Tuo was still expressionless. The two Goshkha beside him immediately stepped forward and drew their swords to take their bloody heads, while the corpses were dragged away by the minions like a dead dog.

"Those two have been destroyed for me, and I will be paid." Yue Tuo verbally instructed again. With a gentle word, behind it is the complete disappearance of the two clans from the map, and I don't know how many men will die under the swords and guns of the Qing army. Whether it is the old man who has been tested for a long time and participated in the battle royale in the Huaxia Battle Royale during the Apocalypse, or the new generation of gentry who grew up in the Yongli/Shunzhi period, they all feel cold behind their backs, if they are one step late, they will be the ones who have just been beheaded.

"I know that you have no loyalty to my Qing Dynasty, and you have no loyalty to the Zheng family. Yue Tuo paused, "Anyway, as long as people don't move your land and don't pry open your soil fence, it's fine." ”

Regardless of whether these people replied or not, Yue Tuo suddenly laughed: "Dream! After I entered the customs of the Qing Dynasty, was there any fortified city that could not be captured? With all your stuff, a Franc machine can be smashed into a wasteland! Mantis arm as a car! ”

"I also heard that many magistrates have arrived, and they still have to look at the faces of you gentlemen, otherwise they will use the relationship between the DPRK and China and not cooperate with the government administration, okay!"

"The former Ming Taizu once took a log full of thorns and told the prince that he would cut off the thorns on the wood for the prince, and today, the general will cut off you local tyrants and inferior gentry for the officials sent by the court later!"

In fact, everyone knows these truths very well, but if these words are picked out completely publicly, the Manchurian general in front of him is the first one. Although he couldn't shake the situation in the whole of China controlled by the gentry, there was no problem at all with smashing the entire Anqing soil enclosure one by one when he was in a bad mood! At the moment, the top priority is to calm down this big guy who doesn't know what the origin is.

After eating a killing stick, Yue Le was satisfied with more than 100,000 stone of grain and the same amount of silver, and asked the people sent by each family to go back and recruit all the men into the county seat or the capital city to "assist in defending the city", so that the people below let out their mouths, threatening that if they surrendered again, "I Daqing" would fight back, and Anqing Mansion would become a no-man's land! Of course, in his heart, Yue Le, as a reformer, would oppose this, but it was still okay to get rid of the gentry and let a group of gentry grow slowly - the gentry were like leeks, cutting one stubble and growing another.

Yue Le's plan was actually to follow the example of Li Dingguo's attack on Xinhui's "cannibalism", and use violence to intimidate them into not daring to surrender. No matter how strong your Kuidong Thirteen families are, can you have Li Dingguoqiang?

After some coercion, Yue Le detached 7,000 people from the green camp to garrison Anqing Mansion, and claimed to be 100,000 with an army of 30,000 and went down the river. Yue Le passed through Anqing Mansion with an army like locusts, and the gentry breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the gentry, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were immediately horrified to find that in each city, there was a man of the Eight Banners who ranged from Dajian to Niu Lu Zhangjing, and they were scattered in various places as a team of governors. The Eight Banners are less than 10,000, full of 10,000 invincible, and the whole family who actively participated in the anti-Qing struggle more than ten years ago basically died.

……

Nanking. In front of the Min Palace.

An emaciated figure appeared in front of the Min Wang's Mansion and boarded a simple carriage. In the car sat Zhang Huangyan, who turned the tide of the Northern Expedition. After the siege of Yangzhou was lifted, Zhu Chenggong's treatment of Zhang Huangyan still did not change much--- and he respected him on the surface, but in fact, he still only maintained a cooperative relationship between military leaders.

"Alas!" Zhang Huangyan, who was sitting in the carriage, sighed. This is one of the two most honorable princes of the Ming Empire, who is loyal on the surface, but in his heart he is all his own calculations. It's just that it is in the best interest of it now in the name of regaining sight. Once surrendered to the Qing court, the Qing court would never allow the Zheng family to make money at sea again, even if the Qing court promised to give him half of Fujian hereditary inheritance, it would not be credible, and he and the Manchu Qing would only live and die.

"The first battle of Yangzhou was finally won with a lot of effort." Zhang Huangyan meditated in his heart, "First through the fortified city to consume its sharpness, and then with Gan Hui and Huang Ting's two support armies to enter, with more than 30,000 people to defeat nearly 80,000 Dongyu...... The battle was good, but it was built on a self-generated fire! Zhang Huangyan was extremely sober about this "victory": as long as the Manchu Qing Dynasty could find one or two such firearms, they would be able to quickly imitate them, and there would be no such advantage in the future, and the entire Fujian Shogunate was immersed in the joy of the defeat of the Eastern Capture in the Battle of the Canal, so why didn't he want to think about why the victory was pinched? Did you turn an old hen into a duck in an instant?

"Ahh

Hundreds of miles away, Ao Bai was looking at several flintlock pistols of varying intact levels in front of him, some of them were basically intact, some of them were without rods, and some of them were simply blown up. On the side is a brand new bird gun made by craftsmen.

"Back to the master, among these self-generated fires, only this one can be released without ignition."

Ao Bai nodded, "So what are these for?" ”

(End of chapter)