"Did they really go straight to the city and kneel down to greet them?"

Zhang Gui asked Sun Yingyuan, the chief soldier who came to report to him.

Sun Yingyuan said with a smile: "Yes, I didn't send a single gun, so I knelt down directly to greet him, but it turned out to be His Majesty's pro-army." Now, in the wrath of His Majesty, he has taken them all into custody. ”

"These people, really, this is undoubtedly not enough to make His Majesty trust them."

Zhang Gui said a word, and then asked Han Jue: "Have the people here in the West Factory been organized?" I can't make Your Majesty feel that many subjects in the capital really don't like him as the Son of Heaven. ”

"Enfu rest assured, it has been arranged."

"As soon as the Son of Heaven appears, the people will take the initiative to celebrate as scheduled!"

"The people are now very willing to let the Son of Heaven see their public opinion, because the disciples have already let the people of Xichang spread the news according to the instructions of the teacher, if the rebels enter the city and Your Majesty is defeated, the Xichang will be removed, and there will be no one to ensure their business order, and no one will deal with the government for them. Now that His Majesty has returned from a great victory, these worries are gone. ”

Han Jue replied.

Zhang Gui nodded after hearing this: "Very good!" If we want to educate the common people, we must first let them learn to take the initiative to express their will, so that the Son of Heaven can know the true public opinion. What's more, our West Factory is to stabilize and improve its status by winning over the common people, which determines that we need to let the common people dare to stand up, and furthermore, even if the Son of Heaven wants to abolish the West Factory, he cannot abolish the West Factory. ”

"Disciple understands!"

……

At this time, the people who suddenly appeared in front of Tianqi and others were indeed organized by Zhang Guirang Xichang.

In the Ming Dynasty, the common people who can really represent the will of the people are not clear about the rights and wrongs of the court, and they do not know which people are enemies and who are friends, so they need to be missionary.

Now, after the mission organization in Xichang, the common people of Jingshi began to take the initiative to express their wishes.

As a result, Apocalypse heard different voices from the people.

Moreover, Apocalypse soon discovered that most of the people who celebrated his triumphant return to the emperor were dressed simply, all of them were coarse cloth and short clothes, and most of the people kneeling on the side of the road to meet the rebels were wearing silk and satin, and even many of them wore Confucian scarves.

At this moment, the apocalypse seems to understand that public opinion is also different.

And what makes his mood suddenly change for the better now is that most of the common people are actually on the side of him, the emperor, and they all hope that the Heavenly Son Eagle Dog Organization like Xichang will exist.

Tianqi couldn't help but say to Sun Chengzong: "Sir, I now feel that not only can the scholars not represent the will of the people, but perhaps the public opinion represented by the scholars is still the opposite of the real public opinion. ”

After hearing this, Sun Chengzong had to hurriedly correct the apocalypse: "Your Majesty, you can't say that, no one doesn't like the decree of light and thin endowment, and there is no one who doesn't like benevolent government." It's just possible that today's scholars and doctors have not sought benevolent government for the common people. ”

Apocalypse nodded, not saying more.

Liu Zhixuan was already extremely depressed here, and scolded the common people who suddenly appeared in large numbers as untouchables, and they were grass mustards that should not appear here.

Not only Liu Zhixuan thought so, but these Beijing officials and family members who were kneeling on the side of the road to greet the rebels were also furious.

They didn't expect that so many commoners would suddenly appear, not only suppressing their voices kneeling to welcome the righteous master, but also celebrating the victory of the tyrant who was mean to the powerful officials and gentry.

"Call me! Beat them to death! ”

"Some vulgar and despicable grass mustard are so embarrassed to come to this street to make trouble, and even make up lies that the tyrant has won a great victory."

"Outside of the words, I still hope that an institution like the West Factory exists, it's just a group of brainless fools, who must have been bought by the factory guards and deliberately spread rumors here!"

When Pan Zhiru, a gentry wearing a square scarf, saw this at this time, he began to scold his own slaves and beat these commoners.

Liu Cheng, the son of Liu Zhixuan, personally took his own slave and kicked down a common child who ran towards him, and stepped on his chest with one foot, and twitched up according to the child's face: "Where did the beggar come from!" Dare to break our kneel to welcome the righteous teacher's gift! ”

Seeing this, Tianqi was furious, personally picked up the spear, rode over, and sent the spearhead to Liu Cheng's back, and then pulled it into Liu Cheng's back, and the spearhead was directly inserted into the front.

Liu Cheng was shocked, looked back, and saw that the apocalypse was wearing armor and sharp, and thought that he was a rebel general who had arrived, so he squeezed out a smile: "This military master, what are you doing, we are here to kneel to greet you!" It is this little beggar who has done bad things, and the little one will teach him a lesson. ”

"I am the Son of Heaven! Do you kneel to meet me or do you kneel to meet the rebels? ”

As soon as Tianqi said that, he put away the spear, and Liu Cheng immediately fell to the ground, spitting blood, and his eyes flashed with an incredible look at the last moment.

"My son!"

Liu Zhixuan shouted in pain when he saw this, and then looked at the apocalypse.

Tianqi also looked back at him because of Liu Zhixuan's shout: "It turns out that he is your son?" Then he is so honored to die at the hands of my gun! ”

After the apocalypse finished speaking, he pulled up the bridle and shot again, and slammed it straight towards him, who was drinking Linghao slave just now, and killed the gentry Pan Zhiru wearing a square scarf for some common people in front of him.

Pan Zhiru was still in a state of confusion when he heard the apocalypse say "I am the Son of Heaven", and he was shot through the chest, and his lungs suddenly choked out due to the gushing of a large amount of blood, and he only said with a stunned face: "How can this be!" ”

In history, the apocalypse is a good carpenter and a good horse, and often trains soldiers and horses in the inner court.

The so-called good horse walking, in fact, is the same as Zhengde, like riding and shooting, and it is estimated that he began to practice riding and shooting very early.

At this time, Apocalypse also showed his skills in taking people's lives on the horse.

The special steel spear of the Son of Heaven built by the most exquisite craftsmen of the empire, although it failed to drink the blood of the rebels on the battlefield, was able to kill the people in the prosperous place of the capital at this time, under the feet of his own son of heaven, which undoubtedly made the Apocalypse talk make up for the pleasure of not killing the enemy happily.

The children of the gentry and their slaves who were present with the cicous eucalyptus were also shocked when they saw this scene.

They always thought it was the rebels coming.

But they didn't expect that when these armored and stubborn sergeants came, they would kill their own people on the spot.

"I'm coming! Take down all these people who put incense on the verge of putting incense on their knees, kneeling down to meet the rebels, and harming our people! ”

Apocalypse poked the bloody spear into the ground, and when the sonorous sound came out, it also conveyed its latest decree.

"Yes!"

It didn't take long for the elite horsemen of the empire to escort the Son of Heaven.

Under the light of the morning sun, the hunting of Daxu is flying.

From this moment on, the various gentry of the Beijing Division, their children and slaves who knelt down to greet the rebels realized that these people were the soldiers and horses of the Son of Heaven, not the rebels! The rebels did not defeat the tyrant's soldiers and horses, but the tyrant succeeded in quelling the rebellion, and their high hopes for Wang and Chen eventually disappointed them.

"Your Majesty spares your life!"

A gentleman cried out in despair.

Tianqi looked solemn, looking at these officials and gentlemen who worshiped on the ground again, and suddenly felt that these people were extremely disgusting, so he ordered: "These people who kneel to meet the thieves, together with their domestic slaves, will all be killed on the spot to clear the universe!" ”

"Slow!"

At this time, one of them shouted.

Apocalypse couldn't help but turn around and look.