Huizhou North Gate Wengcheng.

"Yang Qianhu, don't close the door!"

Magistrate Ni shouted anxiously with his bare feet running away with his shoes.

The main city gate in front of him is closing.

Behind him, you can already see the unruly people surging, the young and strong people who followed him out of the city were turning against each other, and a few brave ones wanted to resist, but in a blink of an eye, they were submerged. Even some poor people with the Guoguo rushed out with all kinds of messy weapons and joined Song Qi's team. They rushed towards his back like carnival...

The blockade on the city wall has begun.

Several cannons were firing, but the shells were like small stones thrown in a mountain torrent, unable to stir up the visible waves at all.

Yang Guang, a thousand households in Xin'an, behind the city gate, was entangled...

Well, there are official troops here.

This place is not only Huizhou Prefecture City, but Shexian County City is also Xin'an Cliff City. Even Huining Military Preparation Road is actually stationed here. However, the current Huining Dao was promoted directly from a juren. He had already led the Huizhou regiment to fight bloody battles at Congshanguan. However, Xin'an Guard had already been in name only, and even more than a hundred years ago, it was estimated that one in ten military households would be left, and only these generals who were no different from gentry. Even their use of serfs was even more than that of the serfs, so their resistance to Governor Yang was as strong.

In fact, the generals of the Ming Dynasty's garrison, especially those in the south, were generally dissatisfied with Governor Yang. After all, the rebel's settlement in Fengyang made the generals of Fengyang embarrassed. After he slaughtered the Nanjing nobles, the generals of the garrisons in various places had become the main force in the fight against rebellion.

Including Yang Qianhu.

Yang Qianhu was not a mixed fish, he was also a strange man from the late Ming Dynasty.

During the Chongzhen period, he carried a coffin and impeached Wen Tiren.

However, later, he followed the trend and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. It is said that he had worked as a teacher for Brother Ma, and he was the supervisor of the Imperial Heaven Supervision. He angrily scolded Tang Ruowang and questioned the latter if the earth was round, wouldn’t the people living below live head down, and wouldn’t the water in the sea flow down? Do people from the countries of Taixi live in the sea, just like those fish, turtles, shrimps, and crabs...

By the way, his imagination is still very rich.

It is also said that Yang Qianhu, who is also aware of his own relationship, regards the fallacies of Governor Yang, just like the original anger in history, as if he was rebuked by Tang Ruowang as a traitor of disaster. He even smashed a globe in public to show his disdain. He had also submitted a memorial to the Apocalypse, urging His Majesty to not believe in these ghosts. What is the earth in a round, what is the nine planets in the solar system, and what is the science, is simply absurd. He believes in this and places Confucius where he puts his one. So in this decisive battle between the gentry of Huizhou and Yang Ni, he resolutely stood up and became the banner of the Xin'an Guard's anti-Yang army.

Of course, there is no need to go to the battlefield.

He can be a teacher for Brother Ma, so Confucianism must be profound. What kind of style is it to dance with a knife and a gun like a thick body?

However, I didn't expect that I would get the opportunity to kill thieves for the country at this moment.

Yang Qianhu looked at Magistrate Ni.

His legs trembled with excitement...

At this moment, County Magistrate Ni was in a hurry and suddenly fell to the ground, then stretched out his hand like an abandoned woman who tried to keep a scumbag...

"Yang Qianhu!"

He screamed heart-wrenchingly.

"close the door!"

Yang Qianhu finally showed his IQ that he could be a teacher for Brother Ma, and shouted immediately.

The soldiers on both sides quickly closed the door.

"Yang Qianhu!"

Magistrate Ni continued to scream heart-wrenchingly while getting up.

However, Yang Qianhu only left him a gradually narrowing gap in the door. The two city doors were creaking, like closed coffin covers, slowly closing his last hope.

"Don't close the door!"

The next moment, Magistrate Ni screamed like an outburst. He rushed forward with one foot barefoot, and finally rushed to the door before the crack completely disappeared, and inserted a hand desperately to try to block the door from closure.

But Yang Qianhu didn't care about this hand at all.

Because at this time, Song Qi, who was carrying a short gun, had already rushed into the urn city, and then raised his hand and the bullet hit the city gate instantly. However, because County Magistrate Ni's arm was stuck inside, the city gate could not be completely closed. Yang Qianhu watched Song Qi rush behind County Magistrate Ni, and several unlucky people came forward with wooden sticks to try to hold it. Yang Qianhu also suddenly jumped up like an explosion, and then his somewhat weighty body hit the city gate like a siege hammer.

Accompanied by the sudden heart-wrenching scream of Magistrate Ni, the city gate finally closed completely.

Then a broken hand fell.

"Fortunately in time!"

Yang Qianhu said, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

The soldiers struggled to hold on to the city gate and quickly fell off the slam in the impact outside. Although it was a bit difficult, they still completed the task. Seeing the city gate closing, Yang Qianhu smiled with relief, but at the same time, there was a roar like a tsunami behind him...

"The Jingnan Army has arrived!"

"Open the city gate to welcome the Duke of Ying!"

"It's time to fight against the local tyrants and divide the land!"

...

The nightmare roar sounded in chaos.

Yang Qianhu turned around in grief and looked at the crowds rushing out from the alleys behind.

The unruly people outside the city were blocked, but the unruly people inside the city broke out, and Yang Qianhu was in tears at this moment.

The entire Huizhou City was flooded with the outbreak of poverty in a blink of an eye.

Everyone was like crazy, carrying all kinds of things that could be used as weapons, wooden sticks, hoes and even kitchen knives, and women holding scissors. Although their arms seemed so ridiculous, when thousands or tens of thousands of people gathered together, they were invincible legions. At least in the era without breech guns, such torrents were really invincible. There were originally some gentry on the streets who took people to patrol them personally, and they were also worried about this, and there were even some militia cavalry, but after only a few shots, they were instantly submerged and stepped on by countless people. In front of the torrent of dozens or hundreds of times, any resistance was meaningless.

Then the torrent crashed straight into the city gate.

"Stop, stop these unruly people!"

Yang Qianhu finally said tremblingly.

The dozens of militia soldiers beside him looked at each other, then looked at him with contempt, and turned his head away without hesitation.

"You dogs!"

Yang Qianhu said in grief and anger.

The next moment the torrent hit him, and he didn't see who hit him. Then he fell backwards in the impact, and then a big foot stepped on his face. Only big feet were left in his sight. He screamed and curled up with his head as he stepped on countless big feet. Not to mention resisting, he had no ability to dodge.

Fortunately, there is the city gate behind him.

The crowd that flocked into the city gate hole then stopped and opened the city gate.

He seized this short opportunity. Yang Qianhu, with countless footprints, struggled to stand up and squeezed to the city wall as quickly as possible. At the same time, the city gate was opened. The city gate opened inwardly provided him with a small harbor with its thickness. He stood directly against the wall, watching the torrent continue to rush out, but in a blink of an eye it turned inward again. He did not dare to move, so he pressed against the city wall, relying on the little cover provided by the city gate, and watched the torrent flow in front of him as if endlessly.

At this time, he was beyond recognition, his face was covered with blood, his hat was gone, and his clothes were rotten like rags. He didn't have to worry about being recognized, otherwise it would be very dangerous. I don't know how long it took torrent to weaken. Yang Qianhu then breathed a sigh of relief and staggered out.

He definitely didn't dare to go home, and at this time his family might have been looted by unruly people.

He lowered his head, full of family and country worries, and with anger towards the rebels and unlucky people, he walked out of the city in a daze.

There are still people walking by on both sides, and everyone is very happy...

"Unforgivable!"

He whispered.

Suddenly, one hand grabbed his ankle.

He lowered his head in shock, and then he saw a bloody face like an evil ghost, and a pair of resentful eyes staring at him, but the person lying on the ground was also beyond recognition, even more miserable than him, with one arm broken...

"Yang, Yang Guangxian, he is, Qianhu, Xin'anwei!"

The man said as if he had tried his best.

Several poor people passing by turned their heads in shock and looked at Yang Qianhu with confusion.

"Yang Guangxian, it's Yang Qianhu!"

One of them shouted in surprise.

"A few brothers are kind-hearted!"

Yang Qianhu said with a smile.

But unfortunately, the answer to him was a fist that was the size of a casserole.

Yang Qianhu, who was hit by this punch, screamed and covered his nose and retreated. Then he leaned against the wall and looked at the people in front of him with a horror. He seemed to have seen it, but he couldn't remember his identity, but it was normal for him to not remember his identity. But those people blocked him in the middle. One of them picked up a wooden stick on the ground that someone had been squeezed out. While weighing it in his hand, he looked at him maliciously.

"Qianhu, the young people are from Xin'anwei. Qianhu has been very nice to brothers over the years. Brothers have always dreamed of repaying you. Today I finally got the opportunity. If I don't do anything to you, I will be really shameless to see my ancestors."

The man said with a smile.

"Brothers, brothers, I have something to say. We are all military households and all brothers, ah..."

Yang Qianhu screamed, watching the wooden stick fall, he subconsciously raised his arm, and then the wooden stick hit his shoulder, causing him to squat down.

"Brother, who is your brother to you? Why didn't you say anything to us when we knocked on bones and sucked marrow?"

The military household said while smashing.

The other military households were also not idle either. Speaking of the hatred of the Ming military households towards hereditary officers even exceeded that of the tenants against the landlords. Now they finally got the opportunity to take revenge. So if they should take revenge quickly, they would raise their feet and step on Yang Qianhu one by one.

The unlucky Yang Qianhu hugged his head and kept screaming.
Chapter completed!