Infernal Hell, that's probably it!

Zhang Bingwen's heart was sour, and he couldn't help but sigh loudly.

"Report." A clerk from the political envoy came up to the city, probably in a hurry, stepped on a corpse next to him, tripped and fell to the ground, and threw himself directly on the urn piled next to it

。

In the clink, white ashes were raised.

The clerk's hat and face were white and gray, and he glanced at the corpse beside him. The man's face was covered in pus, apparently from smallpox.

A layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on his body, and he kept spitting.

"Don't be afraid!" Zhang Bingwen's expression was calm: "Smallpox may kill people, but before smallpox, if this city can't be defended, you and I will have to die." What's going on? ”

The clerk wiped his face with his hand, and then pulled a piece of clothing and covered his mouth and nose, and said in a vague voice: "I have been to King De's Mansion several times, but when it comes to borrowing silver to work for the army, King De will not say anything, and he will not stop calling him poor." After a while, he said that there was a severe drought in spring and autumn today, and grain production was reduced. After a while, he said that the money that the court should have issued to the palace had been owed for five years, and it had not been made up yet. Anyway, in a word, there is no money. ”

An official of the Political Envoy Department sighed: "Maybe King De really has no money, and the disasters in Shandong in the past few years have not been light." ”

The scrivener sneered: "Disasters and disasters, the Dewang Mansion does not rely on the output of the imperial court and the fields. ”

"yes!" Everyone nodded.

The princes of the Ming Dynasty were famous for their love of money, but when did this happen, King De still refused to give money to encourage morale. Someone sneered and scolded: "If Jinan is broken, even if King De has more money, it will only be cheaper Jiannu." He is the blood of the heavenly family, and when Jiannu enters the city, the first one will not spare him. It's a big deal for us, if we are arrested and sent to Liaodong to farm, we can still save our lives. ”

"Be careful, be careful."

Zhang Bingwen's eyebrows furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice: "That's it, King De refuses to take the money out, and I won't be reluctant to wait." Also, what's going on? ”

The clerk shook his head: "Zhang Yuanjun, when the little one went to the palace to borrow military salaries, he didn't have much hope. Since the king refused, and the villain was not entangled, he said that there was a shortage of rolling stones and timber in the city, and he wanted to borrow some bricks and stones from the palace. However, the king refused. said that the Taihu Lake stones in his palace were transported from the south of the Yangtze River for a lot of money, and it was not easy to get, how could he be willing to spend it in the city. and drove the villain out. ”

"Pingbai is consumed in the city, which is also Pingbai?" Zhang Bingwen surged into his chest with a vicious breath, stretched out his finger and pointed to the land outside that had been dug up by Jiannu manpower like the surface of the moon, and pointed to the crowd with no end in sight, trembling with anger: "When is this, he is still reluctant to give up the rockery in his yard?" What kind of princes did my people in the Ming Dynasty raise?

！ ”

Speaking of anger, I remembered that I had been taking the officials in the city day and night these days, and I personally guarded the head of the city. Thinking of the thousands of soldiers and civilians who died on the battlefield these days, Zhang Bingwen's tears dripped down.

Could it be that everyone's blood and sweat are just for King De to be able to take a look at the rockery in the courtyard and have a good mood after eating all day?

……

Suddenly, a thought arose in Zhang Bingwen's heart: There are too many princes and nobles of the Ming Dynasty, and it is a huge burden for the people to feed them every year.

Up to now, the prince, the prince of the county, the general of Zhenguo, the general of the auxiliary country, the general of Fengguo, the lieutenant of Zhenguo, the lieutenant of the auxiliary country, and the lieutenant of Fengguo together have exceeded 200,000. Not to mention that the production of these royal bloodlines is a huge burden on the national finances, they also occupy a large number of fields, houses, and shops. And the number is still swelling. In another 10 or 20 years, it will increase to millions. In the long run, how to get it.

As far as he knew, in the city of Jinan, there were thousands of children surnamed Zhu who sat and ate the state's money. More than half of the good weather outside the city is their private property. The annual tax on light loss is an astronomical amount. Even so, there are still many ordinary people who give their land to the Zhu family in order to avoid various taxes of the state.

That's it, in the final analysis, the surname is Zhu in this world. But Jiannu hit the door, and the Zhu family still thought about their one-third of an acre, which had to be frustrating.

For a moment, Zhang Bingwen suddenly felt that everything he insisted on fighting seemed to be meaningless.

But as soon as he saw the people all over the city and the bloodstains on the head of the city, his mind was firm: maybe something was wrong with this country, and it was time to change. But Jiannu has been killed in Jinan, if you don't resist, it will be the end of the destruction of the country and the extinction of the species. What I am doing today is not for the German king Zhu Youshu, nor for the royal family surnamed Zhu in the city. For the sake of the people, for the sealing of Yao's land and Shun.

In order to be the blood in the chest of the man of the Han family who refuses to surrender to foreigners.

"Boom!" At this time, a strong sound of horses' hooves came from afar, interrupting the grief and indignation in Zhang Bingwen's heart.

As far as the eye could see, I saw about thirty ironclad Jiannu on the horizon in the distance, galloping towards Jinan City

。

Under the hazy sky, in the falling snow, the iron armor of the thirty cavalry shone brightly, although there were not many people, but they were like a torrent pouring down, rippling with sparkling metal waves.

An indescribable majesty pressed down on the head, making it difficult to breathe.

"Jiannu has attacked!"

"Ready, ready!"

"Listen, everybody, bow on."

The Ming troops, who were still sitting or lying on the side of the city, jumped up, some drew arrows from their quivers and put them on their bows, some lit fires on the tiles filled with fire oil, and some quickly wound the crossbow machines.

"Is this team of Jiannu stupid, using cavalry to charge the city, is it possible that they can still fly up to the city with wings?" An official shouted: "Calm down, calm down! ”

Hearing his shout, everyone stopped.

The Jiannu cavalry was still rushing quickly, and the leader wore a golden crown on his head, which looked extremely eye-catching.

Behind him, a dragon flag with a red border hunted for a hunting move.

"This is a big shot!" Seeing this momentum, someone immediately shouted.

"What about the big guys, they are also barbarians." One of the soldiers sneered, lit the arrow in his hand, drew his bow, looked for the direction, and shot an arrow at the group.

This person was born in a serious Weisho family, and his fighting quality is good. Since the beginning of the offensive and defensive battle in Jinan, this person has stood at the head of the city and has lived until now. Because his comrades and superiors have all died cleanly, and now they have become the leaders of this group of soldiers.

The reason why this arrow is rocketed is also particular: it is used to calculate the range and bearing of other archers.

I saw that the black smoke on the rocket arrow dragged a long arc in the air and fell thirty paces in front of the group of Jiannu cavalry.

"The enemy is directly ahead, raise two fingers." The archer took another feathered arrow and reported aloud.

"Woohoo!" Hundreds of arrows soared into the air at the same time.

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