"Bah, ......!"

The firecrackers in front of the Daming Gate finally lit the fire rope connected to the barrel, and the black and choking smoke filled the crowd.

Wang Danian, Chen Qixin and the others at the front had nowhere to hide, and they had nowhere to avoid, and they were instantly beaten into a hornet's nest by the flying guns.

"Traitor, the old man will not let you go if he is a ghost..."At the moment when the body fell, Wang Danian let out his last cry, his voice was miserable and sharp, full of anger and unwillingness.

Chen Qixin was pierced through his skull by a few guns, and the Confucian Sacred Tablet held high fell heavily to the ground at the moment he fell, and the four big characters of the Holy Master on the tablet representing the solemnity of Confucianism and Taoism were splashed with blood and white brains.

The crackling sound of firecrackles and the corpses of slain colleagues frightened the surging flow of people behind.

"Jin Yiwei really dares to do it?"

"They really dare to do it in Damingmen."

The gentry and officials in the encirclement, as well as the common people, finally felt fear at this moment, and looked at the Jinyi guards who were advancing in front of them, they only felt that death was so close to them.

"The officers and soldiers really killed!"

After the deafening sound of guns, dozens of corpses made the crowd of dead people in front of the Daming Gate fall silent as if time had stopped.

After a few breaths, several prisoners of the National Prison let out a resting cry: "Jinyiwei has killed, Jinyiwei has killed!" ”

Everyone has seen the dead, but the people who died tragically have seen very few. Dozens of big living people were pierced alive by the guns in front of their eyes, and dozens of corpses of their colleagues who were still raising their arms and shouting with themselves were lying on their backs on the ground, and the corpses were still dripping with blood.

Pools of blood splattered on the ground, shocking their hearts, to the horror of most of the soldiers and civilians present.

Master Qian of the southern city of Shuntianfu was so frightened that he sat on the ground with a butt, and he was so famous in the sixth year of the Apocalypse that he was shocked and incontinent in front of everyone, and his lower body was full of yellow and white things.

At this moment, Master Song regretted that his intestines were green, if he knew that the officers and soldiers would really kill people, he would not follow the prisoners of the Guozijian to lie in this troubled water, Lao Tzu is just a landlord, and the industry under his name is a few restaurants and pawnshops, and the tax will be collected, and the commercial tax ratio of ten taxes and one is not unbearable.

Now it's okay, I don't know if I have earned a lifetime of gold and silver, and if I have this life to enjoy, I don't know which bastard I have cheapened this year.

"Don't let go of the guns, don't let go of the guns, the small ones are willing to pay taxes, the small ones are willing to pay taxes, and the little ones will no longer coax with them."

Several prisoners of the Guozijian were frightened and threw them to the Confucian tablet that the scholars regarded as holy relics, and knelt down in front of the Jingbei army who were stepping in.

Afraid of power but not of virtue, what Li Xingzhi said is not wrong at all, the usually righteous and awe-inspiring scholars are nothing in front of the bloody long knife, as long as they are afraid of killing, they will wag their tails and beg for mercy in front of you like dogs, or the Donglin Party, which claims to be a clear stream in the future, will not shout long live under the mountain under the long knife of the Manchurians, and compete to be the Manchurians' clothed slaves.

Wu Changshi's eyes were blood-red, and his gaze was frightened and desperate. Looking at the corpse of Wang Shilun, the head of the household department who had drunk wine with him, had fun together, and fished for silver together, he only felt trembling all over.

He didn't know if the matter of himself and Eun Xiang's plot against Li Xingzhi would be revealed, and if it was revealed, what would await him? At this moment, he deeply regretted that he had listened to Eun Xiang's nonsense, and actually wanted to assassinate Xiao Li Thief, who held a heavy army.

The sound of the brocade guard resounded in front of the Daming Gate, and spread to the Forbidden City, which was close at hand, and also to the palace of King De and King Fu not far from the palace.

In the Qianqing Palace, listening to the dense and rapid sound outside the palace, the Empress Dowager Zhang Yan couldn't help but hold Zhu Cijiong, the seven-year-old son of Yongli, tightly in her arms.

"Princess, Your Majesty has only been on the throne for more than a month, and the prime minister has used swords outside the Forbidden City, is there still royal majesty in his eyes, does he want to rebel, you go to spread the will of the mourning family, and the Duke of Qi will immediately stop the army."

“…… The old slave obeys! ”

Wang Dehua sighed heavily, hesitated, but still bent his body and walked out of the palace gate.

After Li Xingzhi's Jingjing succeeded, he felt that Zhu Youshu, the king of Germany, not only provided him with money and food after occupying Leiden, but also did not drag himself back from the Jingnan matter, so he changed the two Jiading Bofu to the Dewang Mansion.

"Foolish!"

Listening to the sound of fire guns coming from outside the mansion, Zhu Youshu's hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but tremble, he couldn't help but think of Li Xingzhi's bombardment of the Dewang Mansion, raised his eyes to look out the window, and sighed disdainfully.

"My son-in-law ordered someone to release it? Isn't this too much, after all, it is the Forbidden City, and it is really detrimental to the royal prestige to kill people directly? ”

In the Fuwang Mansion, Zhu Changxun, the Fuwang Wang, looked at Shi Zhao Anmin, the former head of the Fuwang Mansion who entered Beijing with him, with a shocked face, he did not object to Li Xingzhi's disposal of this group of sanctimonious officials and gentry, but was excited about Li Xingzhi's direct order to kill Jinyiwei on the spot, the reason is that his Laozi Wanli Emperor was forced by these literati to be too miserable, and he was the Son of Heaven, and he actually hid in the palace for 20 years and did not go to court.

"The king, the lower officials think that the prime minister is doing the right thing, do you think, the majesty of the Son of Heaven is swept away, don't you have the opportunity to sit on the supreme throne, at that time, the king will preside over the overall situation inside, and the prime minister will be responsible for the outer dynasty, won't the world still fall on your family?"

Zhao Anmin looked at Zhu Changxun, the king of fortune, flatteringly, but the figure of Li Youcai, the ambassador of the Military Intelligence Department of the Jingbei Army, appeared in his mind. "Your task is to keep an eye on His Royal Highness King Fu for the Prime Minister, the affairs of King Fu's Mansion, report it every day, the official must know His Royal Highness King Fu's every move, as long as you do things for the Prime Minister well, you and your family are small, and the Prime Minister and his old man will naturally not be treated badly."

In front of the Daming Gate, the officials and gentry were stunned, and the people were also stunned, no one thought that the Jinyi Guards really dared to kill, everyone thought that these Jinyi Guards were just lying and intimidating, how did they know that the other party really dared to kill people, and they were still killed by the officials of the imperial court, the prisoners of the Guozijian and the masters.

"Murdered...... Murder ......! ”

The frightened people immediately hugged their heads and sat down with birds and beasts scattered, but they were greeted by the cold spear of the brocade guard.

Ma Sande looked coldly, those corpses that were pierced by spears, he gave these people a chance, and more than once, but they ignored their tolerance again and again, and now these people have to pay for their ignorance and blind obedience, when he did not receive Li Xingzhi's military order, Ma Sande did not want to stop.

Those literati who were still impassioned just now, after a short period of shock, also stood there in a stunned state, neither advancing nor retreating.

"Click, click......!"

Under the boundless fear, one after another face of the holy tablet was dropped on the hard floor tiles outside the Forbidden City by the frightened scholars, and the sound caused by the wood falling on the ground came and went, and the so-called saint was worthless in front of life at this moment.