Every day before dawn is the darkest time of the day, because at this time there is no starlight in the sky, and there is no light on the ground, so it is naturally pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

In China, there is a specific name for this point in time - Xu Dark!

There was a brief fight, then the sound of fierce horses' hooves, and the firelight accompanied by the night wind engulfed the entire town of Longbridge.

On the bank of the Beiru River, Chen Ming looked at Changqiao Town, which was gradually swallowed by wind and fire, and his eyes were sharp and scary. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of innocent people in this town, and Chen Ming didn't want to kill them at all.

But he had to make a rule, a rule that everybody understood - to draw a red line, and there were things that could not be done. Otherwise, it will be death, and you will face the merciless killing of the Chen family.

The big squires in Changqiao Town, whose homes were raided, actually ran back from Jiaxian County with this militia group, and also mobilized manpower and contacts to gather manpower to serve the militia in every convenient way. They are looking for death!

Chen Ming didn't know if this was simply out of hatred for Chen Jiajun, or because of the news he released in the past two days.

The team that came out of Ruzhou Prefecture never left Chen Guang's sight from beginning to end, and naturally never left Chen Ming's sight. When this team was getting closer and closer to Chen Ming, and the threat was getting bigger and bigger, Chen Ming thought of a way, he wanted to use those thirty-two heads to make a good article. left an impression that the Manchu government and the squires were sparse, so one news after another spread: the Chen family army was merged because of the uneven distribution of spoils; Chen Jiajun is an insider; The military discipline of the Chen family army was chaotic, the thieves drank and made trouble, and they fought hard, but they were suppressed by Chen Ming's hot hands, and the internal depression was reborn, and the dissatisfaction was serious......

and other news, with more than 30 heads, and a few more large graves suddenly around the Chen Jiajun station, it seems to confirm these rumors. Chen Ming didn't know if it was these rumors that made the squires of Longqiao Town think that they shouldn't have it, anyway, tonight he led people to attack Changqiao Town, and the scouts easily solved the townsmen at both ends of the long bridge, and then the soldiers of the Chen family army riding mules and horses broke up the vigil townsmen at the entrance of the town with a charge, and lit dozens of fires in the town with torches and cans of grease. ignited the fire in Longqiao Town, and turned the thousands of township militia in the town into headless flies.

"Bang!" The iron rod picked up a log with fire that had fallen from the slope. The chief teacher of Baotou is no longer Baotou, wearing a white middle coat, grabbing a big bald head like a dead pig with his left hand, and holding an iron rod in his right hand through the gate of Qingyun Tower, which is burning with everyone. Behind him, a dozen or twenty big bald heads with sticks, knives and guns on their backs, carrying seven or eight dead pig-like companions, like moving rats, hurriedly jumped out of the burning gate of Qingyun Tower.

The streets of Changqiao Town were already in chaos, and under the threat of fire, the common people and the townspeople were inextricably mixed together, and everyone ran towards the outside of the town, except for the east, south, north and west where the night breeze blew.

How many people are there in Longbridge?

Chen Ming didn't know.

This time, he only used 200 people in total. Half of them were veterans, each of whom kept their cuirasses outside, unleashing a heavy deterrent under the light of the torches.

"Kneel, kneel......"

The soldiers of the Chen family shouted, whether it was the people of Changqiao Town or those villagers. What awaits them is to kneel.

Chen Ming didn't have the manpower to block all three exits, he only stuck the south and west entrances, and only a small group of cavalry was placed at the north entrance, and he would put two shots into the sky from time to time, so that the heavy sense of threat was always pressed on everyone's hearts, preventing them from quickly calming down and coming back to their senses.

And at the south and west entrances, everyone has to kneel. In the face of iron armor and muskets, several bald monks also knelt on the ground and recited Amitabha. The swords, guns, and clubs were set aside, and by the time dawn came, the weapons were piled up at both the south and west entrances.

It is conservatively estimated that there are at least four or five hundred townsmen in the heads of these two black presses.

"Women, children, old people, stand on the left." Shouting loudly, dozens of Chen Jiajun rode mules and horses, swimming around the crowd. A pair of sharp eyes watched every movement in the crowd.

"You, you, you, what the fuck are they old men, do they have their hair spent? Go back! ”

"And you. Leave this kid ......"

A shout of rebuke represents a tenfold increase in pleading and wailing. Chen Ming turned a deaf ear. All of this had been fully considered before he decided to burn down the town of Longbridge.

After all, it is a militia of more than 1,000 people, who can handle things so simply, and can also set rules by the way, so let's give up all those who can't bear it. Chen Ming, who was mentally prepared, showed a hard-hearted heart at this moment.

"Amitabha. The donor burned down Changqiao Town, thousands of houses were reduced to nothing, hundreds of people were buried in the fire, and thousands of people who had nothing will suffer in the future. The benefactor has created boundless sins, can he be wrong again and again? ”

In his previous life, Chen Ming watched costume movies or war movies, but now such scenes appear one after another, and those protagonists and supporting roles offer themselves in front of this ancient stalk again and again, whether superior or clumsy. Now this scene of standing up has appeared again, but this is no longer a performance, but justice that really costs one's own life.

"The Great Monk of Shaolin Temple!" Chen Ming's eyes stared at the monk's big bald head, and he was very satisfied psychologically. This Shaolin Temple doesn't seem to have disappointed him to the bone, and the warrior monks inside are still a little brave and upright.

"The poor monk is empty, and I have seen Lord Chen."

"The great monk of the pure character generation......" Chen Ming was a little unexpected. That's so young. The current Shaolin abbot is the net character, the net kui. The previous presiding officer Qingyao Qianlong passed away in the 28th year, and the new abbot Jingkui was 60 years younger. And the monk in front of him seemed to be in his thirties.

"The chief teacher of the Dengfeng militia is ......"

"It's the poor monk." There was a hint of remorse on his face.

"I see." Chen Ming laughed. It turns out that this monk is ashamed of himself. "Then you stand up and lead the death? Uncle, if I killed you, did I still free you from the sea of suffering? ”

Chen Ming clamped the horse's belly and walked directly towards the monk of the clear space, and behind him Chen Dawei led his own soldiers to follow. The crowd was like water, and countless people crawled out of the way. "Monk, I, Chen Ming, am not the only one who has created this boundless sin. And you, and the short-sighted squires of Longbridge Town. ”

"Uncle, I only brought someone here a few days ago. You go and ask the ordinary people here, can my Chen Jiajun harm them? ”

"It was your overnight stay in Longbridge that caused this catastrophe. Moreover, the group of squires in Changqiao Town, who returned to the town from the county seat and lived honestly without their tails between their legs, even summoned the villagers to get along with my Chen family. They don't die, I don't give Changqiao Town a powerful look, do you all think that the Chen family eats fasting and recites Buddha? ”

This is a red line, a red line that cannot be crossed.