A wave of arrows roared across the sky, falling in different places. Some nailed the city towers and shields, and more bloody flowers were raised on the city walls. Many were shot down by arrows... The simple and crude wooden frame was pushed on the walls. People wrapped in red turbans held their knives in their mouths, climbing up densely without fear of death. Very few people who were shot down fell down sparsely.

The blade, the sputtering blood, and the iron spear were mixed and woven under the cloudy sky, and the sound of fighting and wailing were spreading across the city. The violent impact, among the figures of fighting, a huge monk weighed more than fifty kilograms of iron Zen sticks, tearing the crowd open.

Under the city tower, the city gate collapsed, and the Ming Cult troops wrapped in red scarves rushed in like red waves, breaking through the county soldiers in the city and burning and killing them all the way.

"Quzhou has been broken, and those who surrender will not be killed."

As the city gate fell and the county magistrate's office broke through, the county magistrate Peng Rufang was dragged to the city entrance like a chicken and duck, and cut off his head and hung it on the flagpole.

The blood-stained head died on the flagpole and looked into the distance. Under the flagpole, the monk with a scarlet and straight hair looked up and looked up. His chin was surrounded by a thick and short beard, and his face was full of fierceness, but his eyes were filled with rare wisdom. There was also a general beside him, wearing a red-top gold-bearded helmet, a white-water red-bottomed robe, a light armor on his outside, and two long swords were slung around his waist.

This man was one of the twenty-four generals under Fang Tianding (Fang La's son), named Bei Yingkui (Pui). At this time, he bowed and said, "Teacher Deng, Quzhou has been sent to the city today, and it should be a turning point in Hangzhou. Just now, the envoy has sent an order to report that Shi Shuai and Li's troops have conquered Muzhou. A few days ago, the soldiers have arrived at the city of Hangzhou. The eldest son has swept the new city, Tonglu and Fuyang counties in the north."

Deng Yuanjue did not speak, but looked at the beacons everywhere in the city. He stood there, looked at the gloomy sky, and sighed.

"This group of people... should have entered the Holy Church... burned, killed, robbed, and was really messed with the rules."

Bei Yingkui wanted to speak but stopped. After thinking about it, he still couldn't say it. Deng Yuanjue raised his iron Zen stick and looked at him, walked out of the city, walking alone.

“…Save…Life…Don’t…”

The scholar soldier wrapped in a red scarf smiled hideously, resisting a woman who looked slightly beautiful and pressed her on the street, then tearing her out of her skirt, and with a thud, she revealed her snow-white chest, pinching the woman's neck with one hand, preventing her from screaming, and the other was to caress her.

Before the man lifted his gun and got on the horse, he felt someone coming over and turned to look.

"National Master...hehe..."

A ball of blood burst out, and the man's head fell to the ground with a skew. Deng Yuanjue turned around to look at the coming Bei Yingkui and said sternly: "Call the troops and horses and send troops to Hangzhou immediately. Those who have not arrived in the three-way drum will be dealt with according to military law."

Dongdongdongdongdong.

On the four gate tower, drum beats resounded rapidly like rain throughout the city... Some people were angry and uneasy.

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Hangzhou, a dusk afternoon.

The collapsed houses were being cleared out, and the extinguished flames floated over the city with black smoke. There were miserable crying calls for children and daughters everywhere. Yang Zhi had not been down the city wall for several days. When he was about to come down, he realized that the siege in the city early this morning was almost broken by the Ming Cult bandits. Although the opponent was defeated at the top of the city, some of them rushed into the city while they killed and set fire.

Even though it was finally wiped out, Hangzhou, which has always been prosperous and lively, was quite shocked and panicked, and even thought that the bandits had broken through the city gate and rushed into the city.

"Who is the guard over the south gate?" Yang Zhi was riding a horse to the government office. When he heard the news about the city gates, he felt a little angry for no reason.

The deputy general said, "I'm called Li Feng, but I heard that I have died in the city tower."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then he fell silent.

Several people returned to the government office and met with the new prefect Du Shao, who was less than two months old, as well as the commander Chen Jian, and the envoy of Lianwen, Zhao Yue.

"I don't know what the three adults are looking for Mr. Yang. Now the situation is urgent and there is no delay at all."

Du Shao looked at each other and said, "Tonight, several wealthy families in the city want to invite Commander Yang, probably because they want to discuss some things."

"This commander is not available. If the three masters know, why not just talk to Yang here."

"It's not clear. The three of us have just arrived at the treasure land for the first time. We have to go there to accompany us to see what those big families are going to say." Du Shao said truthfully.

Yang Zhi frowned and swept his eyes over the faces of the three of them in confusion, but after a moment, he turned around and told the deputy general: "You go to the injured barracks to see the injured and comfort them more. I will go to the banquet with the three adults first, and then come."

The deputy general took the order to go first.

After waiting for someone to leave, Yang Zhi bowed and said, "Please ask three adults to lead the way."

"Then... Commander-in-chief, please."

Afterwards, several factory guards who led Yang Zhicheng came to the place where several wealthy families held banquets in the city were the houses of one of the wealthy families. The mansions that were all four-in and five-in are quite spacious. The group went in and the servants and maids came in and out, and red lanterns were hung under the eaves and the bridge corridors were a little happy.

Leading to the main hall, Yang Zhi and others walked straight in. Under the eaves, they were greeted by several people with a little fat figure. Two of them had a bit of temperament and seemed to have been officials.

"Ah...Magistrate Du...I haven't seen you for a long time..."

"…The commander Chen and the commander of Lianwen Zhao are also there... It just so happens that there is no need to queue up to invite people."

"This... is Commander Yang, the guardian who abides by the east gate... and has long been admired."

These people praised them enthusiastically, as if they were praising them. Yang Zhi patiently bowed his greetings one by one, and then he knew who these people were. They were all famous big families in Hangzhou City. There were some forces behind them, most of whom were backed by several figures of the dynasty.

"Let's go... let's take the seat first..."

The person who was vaguely leading among the major players was Chen Dabao, probably with his back to Cai Xiang of the dynasty. At this time, he was enthusiastic in his words and kindly led the way to the inner room to greet Yang Zhi and others.

Then he held the cup and said, "We should be the advanced commander Yang for a cup. Thank you for your bloody battle in guarding Hangzhou. It's really a tiger general."

“Yes….Yes…”

"It should be like this..."

Yang Zhi picked up the wine glass and drank it lightly, then put it down, and asked directly: "Everyone should know that the enemy has not retreated yet. The commander's mission is serious, so he is afraid he cannot drink too much. He will come to Yang tonight. What's the matter, but it's okay."

It seemed that Yang Zhi was a little easy to talk to, or the wealthy man named Chen Dabao was quite confident about his background, so he said, "Tonight, there are indeed some things that require the help of the adults. Come and bring the gifts."

Two beautiful maids behind the bead curtain twisted their waists and came over delicately. They held wooden plates in their hands and covered with red cloth gauze. When they came to Yang Zhi, a gust of fragrant wind blew over.

"Mr. Commander..."

The two maids were charming, erecting their full chests, and calling out in a coquettish voice, making people feel soft. Yang Zhi frowned, and knew what it was without looking at it, it was nothing more than some yellow and white things. He asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

Chen Dabao was erect and smiled with a big belly on his face, "This is a gift to the Lord, and those two beauties are all from Lord Yang."

"Yang is unfair and will not receive any rewards, so I am forgiven for losing my companion."

Yang Zhi stood up and wanted to go out, but was stopped by the prefect Du Shao. He said, "Commander Yang misunderstood. We didn't ask you to open the door and surrender, and we don't have the courage."

"What does it mean? Yang doesn't like to beat around the bush and just talk about it if you have something to do."

Chen Dabao stood up and said, "It's actually very simple. You can quietly open the city gate while the night is in the morning and let us take our family property out of the city to take refuge in Jiaxing. This little busyness is just a small task for the commander. These 100 taels of gold and two beauties who are as beautiful as flowers are the adults."

Yang Zhi stood still and looked at them.

A slight silence, after a moment...

"no"
Chapter completed!