The matter was out of Wang Wu's control, because he had no idea of making a move on Mancheng at all, and he didn't have the idea of starting an incident now.

Even he didn't know who had tampered with his military orders, turning a military deterrence operation against the garrison of the Eight Banners directly into a bloodbath operation against the garrison of the Eight Banners.

There must be something in it that he doesn't know.

Is it a conspiracy, or is it a misunderstanding?

Wang Wu had no way of knowing.

All he knew was that he had to make a decision.

Without any hesitation, he decisively chose to cut through the mess quickly.

Whatever the cause, and regardless of the consequences of this matter, the city must be completely controlled at once, and all potential dangers in the city must be removed.

There is no other option.

At this time, even if he forced his subordinates to stop, the Eight Banners would not agree.

The Qing court in Yanjing would not agree either.

He, if he doesn't go back, he has to go back!

What to do after that, Wang Wu didn't think about it.

And how can he have time to think!

The course of history is the result of countless accidents.

Figuratively speaking, Wang Wu at this time was a little forced to go to Liangshan.

All the previous efforts and planning are no longer important at this moment.

Like a small boat in the stormy waves, he can only go with the flow.

One step at a time.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, and kill Babur to paralyze the "command center" of the city was the first thought that flashed through Wang Wu's mind when the incident happened.

Because the leaderless Eight Banners are easier to deal with.

He did the same, almost with lightning speed to Babur, who had not yet reacted.

Poor Jingzhou general from Yipin took office less than two months ago, and died on the bank of the Yangtze River.

I am afraid that he is the shortest-serving feudal official since the founding of the Qing Dynasty.

"Wang Yaowu, you dare to rebel!"

The deputy capital commander Gabula, who woke up, instinctively drew his sword and led his subordinates to resist, but before his long knife was unsheathed, a scabbard smashed him in the face, until the deputy capital commander with a blue flag was smashed, and his nose bleeded.

Then a long knife stabbed into his unarmored stomach, and the tip of the knife burst out of the belly without any hindrance.

The owner of the knife was a Green Battalion officer named Zhang Beiqiu, who almost killed the Manchurians with an arrow in Wushan.

After watching the other party pull out the long knife that had been stabbed into his stomach, Kabra's face was already twisted together in great pain, and he tried to swing the knife to cut off the opponent's head before he died, but the hand holding the knife still hung uncontrollably in mid-air.

With a "bang", the long knife fell on the boundary wall that had just been repaired less than half a person high.

With a "plop", Kabula fell to his knees, holding his bleeding stomach with his hands and looking forward in pain.

Zhang Beiqiu swung his knife again and fell.

With a "grunt", the head of the deputy capital fell to the ground, like a ball rolling more than half a foot on the boundary wall, and suddenly lost gravity and fell off the wall, hitting a wall repairer squatting under the wall, and the worker screamed in fright.

"Kill!"

More than a dozen soldiers who had returned from Jiangnan with Wang Wu had already swarmed up and beheaded the Goshha brought by Babur and Kabula.

Under the preemptive strike, even those Goshkha skills are good, they are ruthlessly suppressed.

Jin Guansan and Li Wen looked at the killing in front of them, and their faces were shocked.

Both of them were muttering, "It's over, it's over." ”

There are many construction workers on the boundary wall, and at this moment, they are also stunned to see the scene in front of them, and they stand there one by one, not daring to move.

After slashing the goshha who came up with the knife with a knife, Wang Wu had already transformed from the Han army of the Eight Banners into the original "Big Thief King Five", without any roar, without any superfluous movements, only the long-handled broadsword in his hand kept slashing towards the gang of Goshha who didn't even have time to pull out the knife.

Each knife was splashed with blood, and after a few slashes, there were a few more broken people on the ground.

People who are not far from death.

Wang Wu's body was also soaked, and his face was even reddened with blood.

The wooden handle of the long knife became so slippery and greasy that it was so bloody that Wang Wu had to stop and tear his shirt and tie the knife firmly with his right hand with strips of cloth.

The August weather was still unbearably hot, so I was shirtless.

"The Han people are reversed, and the Han people are reversed!"

A leader of the Eight Banners was so frightened that he jumped over the lower boundary wall and shouted loudly at his own men and horses not far away, and after shouting twice, he heard a bang, leaned forward violently, and slammed into the stone placed on the ground.

The chin was impartially knocked on the edge of the stone, and the face of the ginseng collar that was knocked on the spot was covered with blood, and the chin seemed to have been forcibly cut off with scissors, revealing jagged teeth.

"Ugh"

The leader was not killed, nor did he faint in pain, with amazing perseverance to support his arms and straighten up, but the moment he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

There was blood in the water and more than a dozen teeth.

Her mouth was still open, like an eighty-year-old toothless woman.

On the boundary wall behind him, countless figures climbed up, and then scrambled to jump down.

At the boundary gate in the distance, the black-pressed bald battalion soldiers poured down towards the city like a flood that opened the floodgates.

However, the momentum of the flood has not weakened in the slightest, but the water has become stronger and stronger.

For hundreds of people also poured into the city with the battalion.

Some of them carried pig-killing knives, kitchen knives, sticks, and poles, and some picked up bricks from the ground.

The mountain of bricks on the left side of the gate disappeared in an instant.

"Hack these Tartars to death and let them know we're awesome!"

Xu Lin, the "initiator" of the incident and the first to take the lead, was excited to rampage among the Eight Banners, roaring again and again.

The cavalry under his command also let out an earth-shattering roar, screaming and waving the long knives in their hands, slashing and slashing every Eight Banners soldier they could see.

These people are all from Wushan, and each of them has a few Tartar lives in their hands.

To them, the Manchurian soldiers were no different from pigs and dogs.

If it weren't for the fact that General Wang, who they followed, insisted on taking them to shave their hair, they still insisted on the front line of the anti-Qing Dynasty in Xishan.

There were so many Han Chinese pouring in, and from above, the half-human-high boundary wall was flanked by people climbing up on one side and jumping down on the other.

The siege of the city by ants is not enough to describe this shocking scene.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners in the city have no danger to rely on, no danger to defend, under the continuous impact of Wang Wubu, some people desperately resist, and some people flee to the "home" behind them out of survival instinct.

The city is their home.

But this family is really theirs?

There were more than 10,000 Han people from the outer city who followed Wang Wubu into the city, and many of them were "relocated households" who were forced to move from the outer city.

No one took the lead, and the prestige of the Eight Banners made these relocated households dare not resist, so they could only seek grievances.

Once someone takes the lead, these relocated households instantly become the most ruthless group of people.

Because, the city is their home.

A home for generations.

On the boundary wall, Wang Wu did not wave the long knife again, but stood there with the knife in his hand and watched the black crowd pour towards the city.