The hall of Fusi in Jinyi Weibei Town was empty, and under the picture of the tiger descending the mountain, Yang Ling sat sideways on a white tiger skin gold chair, and ten iron guards who accompanied him into Beijing stood left and right, motionless like a mountain.

Gently drank the best pre-rain tea that the Jiangnan tea-picking woman picked with the tip of her tongue and roasted her breasts, Yang Ling comfortably cocked Erlang's legs, although he had been secretly vigilant, cautious and cautious, but the feeling of being in power was really comfortable.

"Wake up and hold the murderous sword, drunk and lying on the knees of the beauty" is nothing more than that, right? Speaking of beauties, Yang Ling sat on the tiger skin chair of soft cotton, supported his chin and suddenly thought of Dai Lou'er and Gao Wenxin, they only brought forty guards, attracting twenty-four or five thousand wolf-like Dongchang fans, there would be no accidents, right?

I felt a little uneasy in my heart, but I remembered that there were thousands of roads in and out of the Beijing Division, and Dongchang could not use the local government and officers and soldiers, and there were only a few dozen people in each place.

If it is really not good, they can also retreat into Shijiazhuang, where there is a guard and horses, the head of the thousand households is the brother-in-law of Shao Jiewu, the envoy of Nanzhen, and now the two factories are privately fired, and they have no right to use the army, but Dai Louer has Shao Zhenfu's token, if they retreat to Shijiazhuang, they can still be sheltered, the overall situation in Beijing is certain, and the fans have to look at the scenery, and their danger can be lifted. Thinking of this, Yang Ling settled down again.

The fourth guard who reported the news rushed into the hall again, and gave a military salute and said: "Lord Governor of the factory, the head of the big stall has led the army into Dong'anmen."

Yang Ling's eyes flashed, and he handed the teacup to the side, and a fan reached out to take it, Yang Ling sat up straight, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on over there in the East Factory?" ”

The guard replied: "When the lantern is in and out, the fans still come in and out frequently, but the door is closed for half an hour and there is no movement."

Yang Ling thought for a while and said, "How many hidden piles did Dongchang send out to spy on Gao Laozhuang?" No one returned? ”

The guard smiled and replied, "Yes!" The people at the head of the stall came quickly, and all the spies in the East Factory who were shocked and wanted to repay were secretly killed by our people."

Yang Ling nodded, the boots outside the door "sonorous", Wu Jie and Peng Jizu strode in, Yang Ling was overjoyed, and without waiting for the two to bow down, he hurriedly grabbed it and said, "Old Wu, Brother Peng, everything is right?" ”

Wu Jie replied respectfully: "Yes, everything is arranged by the factory superintendent, and the two divisions of Lian Delu and Feng Tang are deploying troops to surround the East Factory."

Peng Jizu said with his eyebrows fluttering: "My lord, since you left Beijing, we have not been less angry with those rabbit cubs, if you want to say that we still have the right to supervise them, not to mention those big-headed soldiers, I am about to blow up my lungs, this time I can finally clean them up."

Yang Ling smiled slightly and asked, "What about things?" ”

Peng Jizu puffed up his chest and said, "Well, everyone is piled up in the courtyard, and I have left three hundred people to listen to it." However, the Fanzi of the East Factory is only responsible for the investigation of the department and the order to take people, most of the weapons are knives and guns, and there are not even a few bows and crossbows. What are the adults preparing these things for? ”

Yang Ling said with a smile: "There are still 8,000 fans in the East Factory, many of them are recruited from the rivers and lakes, and if they want him to fight with our army, it is to hit the stone with an egg, but if they take advantage of the chaos to escape, it is not easy to intercept, we must surround them in the East Factory, and we can't let them flee in all directions."

"Besides, in a war, of course, the smaller the casualties, the better, the soldiers are impermanent, and they don't have to fight hard!" He patted Peng Jizu on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Today, the suppression of Dongchang, this governor is 'chemical warfare', 'firearms warfare', 'heart warfare', and 'propaganda warfare'. ”

Peng Jizu said inexplicably: "What chemistry, propaganda? I've been a soldier for half my life, how come I've never heard of it? ”

Wu Jie was also a little strange when he heard this term when he was in Jinling, and he had already asked Yang Ling, so he smiled at Peng Jizu and said, "Have you seen the Flying Divine Fire Poison Dragon Spear in the army?" The chemical warfare that the adults said is similar to this poisonous dragon lance."

The flying god fire poison dragon gun invented by the Ming army is sometimes tied to the rocket under the tip of the gun, and the rocket is ignited when the enemy is near, and the arrow kills the enemy.

However, this kind of weapon is not widely used and not very powerful, so Peng Jizu was confined to habit and did not expect that this urban street battle could be used in large quantities to avoid large-scale frontal conflicts.

Yang Ling had this idea, but it originated from his fainting in Luoyan Beach, that time he was choked to death, so that he remembered it vividly, this time let the soldiers each carry a big burden, not only packed a lot of smoke, spicy and choking things, but also Gao Wenxin prescribed a prescription, prepared a lot of confused mind, make people's body soft Chinese medicinal materials.

Yang Ling climbed on the top of a house, the ordinary houses in the north are all upturned ridges, this one is no exception, and then because of the roof above the courtyard, a wooden platform was formed. Beizhen Fusi and Dongji Factory live next to each other, except for these two on this street, no one wants to be neighbors with them, and it is empty and convenient for the people of the inner factory to do it.

There was a clearing between the two courtyards, the moon was like water, and Yang Ling saw that there were many officers and soldiers who had surrounded the East Compilation Factory. There are few people in the inner factory, and the courtyard of the east factory is very large, if you forcibly attack it, there will inevitably be a gap in the encirclement, so it can be impervious to the wind and rain outside, so as to ensure that no one is missed.

Yang Ling nodded, Peng Jizu beckoned a fanzi, took his bow and shot an arrow with his own hands, the sharp roar broke through the wind, Yang Ling's side was in a downwind position, many officers and soldiers lit the package on their backs, ran and threw over the wall more than a zhang high, and the 'chemical warfare' began.

In the small hall on the left side of the lobby of the East Factory, Fan Ting sat under the plaque of "Serving the Country with Loyalty", his face was sinking like water, and he did not say a word. The seven big stalls all sat at the bottom, and these cool officials who killed people without blinking an eye were like docile cats in front of the factory father, and they did not see the ordinary arrogance at all.

Fan Ting was silent for a long time before he said gloomily: "The palace gate was locked two hours in advance, and four groups of people were dispatched, but they couldn't hear even a little news, you see, what happened in the palace?" ”

Song Shijun, the head of the big stall, hesitated for a moment and said: "Factory Gong, today it is said that the Three Princes and Jiuqing will jointly write a letter with more than 100 Beijing officials to force the emperor to get rid of Yang Ling and the Eight Tigers, and the palace suddenly locked the palace, is it that the emperor is cowardly, and he doesn't know how to deal with it for a while, so he is right."

The second-rank head Balong's triangular eyes shot fiercely, and he unceremoniously intercepted the boss's words and said: "Big stall head, I'm afraid something is wrong, even if the emperor locks the palace, it is impossible for the people of the celebrant to hand over the news, not to mention that all the palace guards have our people placed in it."

Now there is no movement in the palace, and our people are in contact with each other in various ways at the four gates, and there is no word inside, in my opinion, I am afraid that the celebrant does not have no news to spread, but he can't pass it on if he wants to."

The officials of the compilation factory are not arranged according to the rank of the imperial court and the number of positions, all of which are set by the factory owner himself. Gan Jingtang, the head of the fourth gear, was moved when he heard this, and said in disbelief: "How is this possible?" The emperor has such courage? The inner court and the outer court have joined forces, and he dares to capture the father-in-law of the celebrant at all costs? Besides, does he have any soldiers? Xichang Fan Ting is not a fool, how can he obey orders? ”

Fan Ting said thoughtfully: "The young son of heaven, his heart is high-spirited, and it is not impossible to be reckless and reckless, if he gives a strict order, Miao Kui is not our fellow traveler, does he dare not obey the edict?" ”

"Well, just in case, immediately send some scouts to observe the movement in Beijing, and the rest of the people stay in the factory and do not move." He sneered and said, "What if the emperor masters Miyagi? Early tomorrow morning, if the palace gate still does not open, we will forcibly break into the palace in the name of calming the palace."

Zhou Qifeng, the head of the sixth gear, hesitated and said: "Factory Gong, could it be that the Eight Tigers heard the news and jumped over the wall to lock the palace of the emperor?" Or has Yang Ling secretly returned to Beijing? ”

Fan Ting was stunned, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "No, as soon as we heard that Wang Qiong was killed, we immediately secretly deployed people, if Yang Ling returned to Beijing, how could so many eyeliners in the inner factory, Weiwubo Mansion and the palace be all gone?" And in the past few days, the factory has retreated under our provocations, and has not moved, and it does not seem to have the appearance of a backbone."

He said this, his expression was still a little uneasy, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up and said: "Quickly order, all the people and horses sent to Beijing will be called back, and, Qifeng, you immediately go to the Zhenfu Division, and ask Admiral Zhang and Mu Zhenfu to mobilize the surrounding towns and Jinyi guards to return to Beijing, and now we are holding Mount Tai to suppress the eggs, and we can't take care of so much, so let Yang Ling step into this Longtan tiger's den by himself."

Zhou Qifeng got up and said, "Yes, obey the order!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside, and someone coughed and shouted: "Walking water, walking water, it's big smoke, cough cough cough cough."

Fan Ting said angrily: "Where is the fire? Check it out! ”

The two stalls hurriedly got up and rushed out of the door, as soon as they arrived at the lobby, there was already a light smoke slowly pouring in, faint smoke, but the taste was spicy and pungent, Sha Hongxu, the head of the seventh stall, covered his nose and ran out of the door, only to see some fans running towards the smoke drifting in the wind, and hurriedly asked: "Where is the fire?" Ahem, ahem".

This moment of effort, smoked his tears, coughed for a while, and his intuitive mind was also dizzy, Sha Hongxu was originally a Jiangyang thief, and occasionally did some flower picking work of stealing incense and stealing jade, but now he has not picked up the old business for a long time, but he has been a little negligent, at this time, he felt that this smoke was really not like a fire, so he suddenly became alert, and couldn't help shouting: "Not good!" This is someone who releases poisonous smoke, so be on guard quickly to prevent coughing and coughing, and someone will attack and cough in."

On Dong'anmen Street, ten cannons were lined up on the street, and the muzzle of the black hole was facing the main gate of the East Factory, and Feng Tang, the head of the second gear, was dressed in military uniform, still looking at the closed gate with a calm face and shouting: "The cannon is fired flat, the solid bullet is on it, and the gunpowder is ten percent!" ”

The gunner picked up the big iron ball and put it into the barrel, the gunpowder hand smashed the gunpowder chun with a long-handled wooden hammer, the gunners set up the cannon, lit the fire letter, ten violent explosions followed, the black heavy iron ball popped out, sawdust, stone chips, broken bricks flew sideways, the towering and tall Dongchang gatehouse in front of him collapsed violently, and most of the brick walls on both sides collapsed.

The half-heavy pear wood gate flew up for a long time, fell into the empty alley half a mile away, and smashed it to pieces, and the two squatting lions that were affected were also smashed beyond recognition.

This kind of solid projectile has a long range, and the direct lethality is small, and it was originally a sharp weapon specially used to attack the city and grab the land, and penetrate the city wall fortifications.

The crossbowmen on both sides aimed the sharp arrows at the factory, but no one rushed out, these murderous fans had never seen the power of this kind of heavy artillery, let alone thought that one day they would face its threat directly with flesh and blood, and the fans exposed to the cannon even forgot to escape, so they looked at it stupidly.

Feng Tang was suddenly unaware of the situation in front of him, and continued to meticulously carry out the orders of the big stall leader, shouting loudly: "The cannon shoots on the back, the thunderbolt blossoms, and the gunpowder is ninety percent!" ”

The ground trembled for a while, and ten thunderbolts shook the sky like a goddess scattering flowers over those standstill fans, smashing into all parts of the factory, and the violent explosion sounded, and the fans in front of the gate suddenly woke up from a dream, and immediately scattered and fled with a shout, crying and looking for a way out in the spicy and choking smoke.

The cannon was flattened again under Feng Tang's orders, and this time it was put on the 'Rainstorm Crazy Bee', this kind of shotgun with a maximum range of only one mile is the most lethal weapon of the Ming artillery, and several liters of lead-iron alloy pellets were poured into the barrel, if there are any 'cranes in the clouds' and 'sky-turning harriers' and other heroes who dare to pounce out, it is strange if they do not immediately become 'firebirds'.

After the left sentry of the Shenji Battalion was changed to the officers and men of the inner factory, the military no longer distributed large combat firearms, and heavy artillery and other weapons should be withdrawn. When the left sentinel army was also the emperor's army, the heavy artillery was dragged to Gao Laozhuang, because it was subsequently changed to an inner factory, Yang Ling was busy 'opening up the territory', and he did not have time to return the heavy weapons, because of his identity in front of the emperor, the Shenji battalion did not dare to take the initiative to ask for it, which came in handy at this time.

However, this is the last batch of ammunition, and most of it has been used up during the Yamanaka exercise. However, with this deterrence, no one dared to fight the idea of escaping from the main entrance.

At the moment when the gate was blown down, Hong Shaxu and others had already helped Fan Ting and fled in a hurry, gathering a group of remnants to rush to the place where the smoke started, those Chinese medicines with ecstasy effects were burned by the fire, and the surname of the medicine was greatly reduced, and these people could no longer be fascinated, but it affected everyone's sensitivity to some extent, plus those spicy things choked their throats and noses, and a group of fans with tears and snot and coughing lungs were about to choke out before they could find the source of the smoke, they were shot back with random arrows by the inner factory fans who had climbed the wall.

This is Yang Ling's strict order, to minimize the casualties of the army, try to avoid direct hand-to-hand combat, and do not give them a chance to escape.

A burst of artillery blew up the gate of their house, followed by a rain of arrows and countless casualties, but they didn't even see the appearance of the other party, and the choking smoke became thicker and thicker, but they didn't know who the enemy was, how many people the enemy had, and didn't know the enemy's purpose.

The weapons are inferior to the people, the morale is not as good as the people, and the Dongchang Fanzi, who has always been arrogant and thinks that the king of heaven Lao Tzu is the first and he is the second, found for the first time that if someone dares to ignore their authority, then they are not vulnerable at all.

Fan Ting covered his mouth and nose with a warm towel, and said in a trembling voice, "What's the matter?" Could it be that the emperor has transferred troops? Whether it's the Beijing battalion or the regimental battalion, these bastard generals, staff generals, eat us, take us, and they really do it."

Ba Long hurriedly said: "Factory Gong, we concentrated people and horses to kill from the south, that alley is very narrow, through the woods, as long as you rush out of the forest into the house, cough cough cough cough no matter how many soldiers and horses he has, he will not be able to hold us."

There are still 8,000 fans in the East Factory, but Yang Ling's battle is the most important, only fierce attacks, and no one shows their identity and intentions, which makes Fan Ting and others have a heavy psychological pressure, and they can only think about the worst, and they can no longer have the slightest intention of resisting.

Song Shijun applauded again and again when he heard it, and said: "Factory man, now that the smoke is everywhere, it is impossible to organize people to fight back, so it is better to gather as many people as possible to rush out first."

Fan Ting was scheming in the officialdom, but he had no experience in dealing with this kind of scene, and he had no idea in his heart, so he hurriedly asked everyone to quickly clean up the people, and after a while, more than 3,000 people were gathered, and they rushed to the south courtyard wall with swords.

The smoke has gradually faded here, and the fans with blurred tears are in good spirits, there are three portals under the wall of the south courtyard, which are usually locked, as long as you cut the iron lock and rush out of the short alley, you can get out of the sky.

An open space was originally a martial arts arena for the fans of Dongchang, but at this time there was a neat row of torches, and the torches were held in people's hands. Nearly a hundred strangely dressed people stood on the ground, torches reflecting their grim faces.

The fans who ran over saw a row of people holding torches from a distance, all of them were bloated, and one person seemed to be as wide as three people, and they ran to a hundred meters away only to find that these people were wearing iron helmets and carrying a concave box on their backs, and their bodies were nested in the concave.

There are arrows in the north, and there are artillery at the main gate, and they didn't expect that there would be no ambush soldiers at the south gate, but this side is out of the short alley woods, and it is the only way to escape from the hands of this group of terrible killing gods.

Closer, closer, nearly a hundred people with torches suddenly turned around in unison, and the Dongchang fans were stunned, dazed and with the joy of not knowing what to do, and frantically pounced under the crowd of people and horses behind them.

I don't know where the first flash of fire appeared, and then the second and third places, straight, curved, and oblique at different angles, like fire meteors, thousands of dense rocket arrows spewed fire, and swarmed over.

In the night, the sky is full of shooting stars, how romantic and brilliant is that?

But this glory is here to harvest human lives. The person who rushed to the front bore the brunt, and was immediately pierced through the body by random arrows, and the body of dozens of arrows in the body, because the tail of the rocket was still advancing, the body that rushed forward actually flew backwards upside down.

Holding a steel knife, he watched his partner who was blackmailing together in the morning, playing with women at noon, and drinking together at night with fiery arrows flying backwards from his side, and before he could exit a frightened scream, a rocket that flew crookedly and distortedly had penetrated through his temple, and the arrow pierced out from the other end.

An ordinary wooden box, made of local materials on the mountain, made by craftsmen in the army, a baffle with holes in front, this is Yang Ling as early as Gao Laozhuang when he was training in the back mountain of Gao Laozhuang, he instructed the army's 'Hundred Tigers Running Arrows' as the basket to improve the production of rockets, low cost, easy to manufacture, easy to carry, and throw away when used up, purely a surname weapon.

Although this kind of rocket solves the defect of slow reloading speed of firearms, but the arrow rocket carries a limited capacity, the range is not far, not to mention the accuracy, considering the load-bearing capacity of the soldiers, each box only contains 75 arrows, but it is a very sharp weapon used to fight this kind of bad battle.

After the rocket was launched, more than 1,000 people lay on their backs, some of them still braving sparks. He could stab a red-hot iron branch into the prisoner's thigh without hesitation, and the fans who watched him cry out frantically, and the fans who talked and laughed freely were stunned; The executioners, who liked to pour boiling water on the prisoners and then use an iron brush to brush off the flesh layer by layer, were stunned.

Excessive fear made people lose the ability to escape, and when a pair of dull eyes saw those with torches drop the box and throw away the torches and run into the darkness, its owner couldn't help but let out a penetrating scream from his throat and rushed forward at a faster speed.

The poor fans are like a woman who has been blocked in a dead end by a small bug, and her heart is so frightened that she wants to run away immediately, but she stomps on it uncontrollably and frantically.

However, under the dark shadow of the high wall, another row of torches was lit, and the people who hurried over disappeared into the darkness, and another row of people stood there like nails, each still carrying a suitcase.

When the fans finally broke down, they immediately turned and fled backwards, and if anyone even slightly stood in his way and hindered his escape, the mad knife slashed at him. They didn't have the courage to turn back, but their minds were full of images of thousands of arrows being shot, and they were miserable figures with their faces full of sharp arrows and dead bodies.

Fearing the contagious plague, the fans rushed back twice as fast as when they rushed over, and the fans who heard the news and followed them didn't see anything, so they were stunned by their ghostly appearance and the strange screams in their throats, and ran after them.

At this time, countless voices from all directions shouted in a uniform voice: "By the holy decree, the inner factory will take people, and those who descend will not be killed!" ”

The inner factory fanzi rushed into the east factory to get people, and only sent in 400 people, but more than 6,000 faceless Dongchang fans were as obedient as lambs, and one person was guarding dozens or hundreds of Dongchang fans, and none of them had the idea of resisting.

Yang Ling sat on the platform on the roof of the Jinyi Guard, listening to Lian Delu, who rushed over, excitedly reporting the results.

Peng Jizu laughed and said: "My lord, I also expected that the people in Dongchang were not our opponents, but I didn't expect them to be so vulnerable, his grandmother's, don't look at Dongchang's fierce screaming, it's just like a little girl who has no power to tie the chicken, you can do whatever you want, they can only bear it." ”

Seeing that Yang Ling was very satisfied with the results, even Delu couldn't help but laugh and said, "I can only bear it?" can only bear the benefits that can only be suffered, at least people don't have to worry about their own impotence, hahahaha, don't be proud of your old Peng, if it weren't for the factory supervisor's clever plan, just rely on your brutal work, maybe it will be a joke for these girls in Dongchang."

After the two of them finished speaking, Yang Ling really couldn't make such a vulgar joke, he stood up and said to Wu Jie, who had been standing calmly aside: "Old Wu, the rest is handed over to you, everything is ready?" ”

Wu Jie nodded and said, "Don't worry, my lord, the things are guaranteed to be searched out of Fan Ting's room by the people of Dongchang."

Yang Ling nodded, and said tightly on his body: "Okay, then the matter of the East Factory will be handed over to you, and I will rush to meet with the second gear head now." ”

Wu Jie laughed softly: "When the adults are 'seriously injured' and return to Beijing, do you want to tell your wife that they will go to greet you?" ”

Yang Ling paused, thought about it and smiled: "Forget it, don't do this play, it's too much." ”

Peng Jizu and Lian Delu had already been instructed by Wu Jie to secretly leave Beijing after getting rid of Dongchang, so when they saw Yang Ling getting up, they hurriedly greeted him, Yang Ling said: "Brother Peng, Brother Lian, I will lead troops to be stationed in Dongchang tonight, and the affairs of Beijing will bother you."

Yang Ling walked down the stairs, and listened to Peng Jizu viciously ordering the pro-army beside him on the platform: "Go, go to Dongchang with Lao Tzu, pay attention to my eyes, let the person who should disappear let him disappear, and be sharp with his hands and feet!" ”。

Yang Ling stopped, leaned on the railing and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed faintly: "The one who should be killed, finally has to raise the butcher knife, in such a career in the sea of eunuchs, how easy is it to be cautious?"

The inner court of these reasonable people who only know the big fists can also be dealt with the knife, those civil officials who despise all knowledge except the Four Books and the Five Classics, and despise everyone except for the imperial examination, how should I deal with it? ”

(To be continued)