Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: One hundred and fifty, I will attack you.

The lobby of Fusi in Weibei Town, Jinyi Town is empty. Below the picture of the tiger descending the mountain, Yang Ling sits sideways on a golden seat of white tiger skin. Ten iron guards who accompanied them to Beijing stood by side, motionless like a mountain.

Take a sip of the Jiangnan tea picker. The woman picks the best Yuqian tea with the tip of her tongue and dried her chest. Yang Ling comfortably lifts Erlang's legs. Although she has been secretly vigilant and cautious, she feels really powerful. It's very comfortable.

"Wake up with a murderous sword, drunk lying on the knees of a beauty" is nothing more than that? Speaking of the beauty, Yang Ling sat on the top of the soft cotton tiger skin, and suddenly thought of Dai Lou'er and Gao Wenxin. They only took 40 guards and attracted 24,000 wolves. Dongchang Fanzi, there will be no accidents, right?

I felt a little uneasy, but I remembered that there are more than a thousand large and small roads in and out of the capital, and the East Factory cannot use local government and officers and soldiers. Each place is guarded by only a few dozen people. The forty guards should be one out of a hundred. Make sure they are safe and sound, not to mention that there is a resourceful man who can adapt to the second gear.

If it is really unhelpful, they can still retreat to Shijiazhuang, where there is a guard horse, and the head of the thousand households is the brother-in-law of Shao Jiewu, the ambassador to Nanzhen. Now the two factories are privately engaged and have no right to use the army, but Dai Lou'er carried Shao Zhenfu's token. If they retreated to Shijiazhuang, they would still be able to give shelter. The overall situation in Beijing would be certain, and the fans would have to look forward to the scenery, and their danger would be relieved. Thinking of this, Yang Ling settled down again.

The fourth guard who reported the news rushed into the hall again and gave an army salute: "Report to the factory superintendent, the big man has led the army into Donganmen."

Yang Ling flashed his eyes, handed the tea cup aside, a fan reached out and took it, and Yang Ling sat up straight. Shen Sheng asked, "What's happening in the East Factory?"

The guard replied: "When the lights are in hand, the fans are still coming in and out frequently, but the door is closed for half an hour and there is no movement."

Yang Ling thought about it for a while and said: "How many hidden piles were scattered in the East Factory to monitor Gao Laozhuang?

No one returned? "

The guards smiled and responded: "Yes! The people from the big stalls came quickly, and the Dongchang spies who were surprised and wanted to return were all secretly killed by our people."

Yang Ling nodded, and the boots outside the door clanged loudly. Wu Jie and Peng Jizu strode in. Yang Ling was overjoyed and waited for the two to bow down. He hurriedly rushed to help and said: "Old Wu. Brother Peng, everything is in order?"

Wu Jie replied respectfully: "Yes, everything is arranged by the factory supervisor, and even Delu and Feng Tang are both surrounding the East Factory with troops."

Peng Jizu smiled and said: "My lord. Since you left Beijing, we have not been less angry with those rascals. To say that we still have the right to inspect them, not to mention the big soldiers. I am about to blow my lungs. , This time I can finally clean them up."

Yang Ling smiled slightly and asked: "What about things?"

Peng Jizu straightened his chest and said: "Well, people are all piled up in the yard, I have 300 people to listen to. But...Fanzi from the East Factory is usually only responsible for investigating reports and taking people. The weapons are mostly knives and guns, not even a few bows and crossbows. It is said that there are many people in the East Factory who go up and down. No matter how high he jumps, can he still be able to compete with our crossbow longbows and blunderbuss? What do adults prepare for these things?"

Yang Ling laughed and said: "There are still 8,000 fans in the East Factory, and many of them are recruited from the rivers and lakes. If you want him to fight against our army, it would be a pebble hitting a rock. It is good to intercept them. We must contain them in the East Factory and not allow them to run around."

"Furthermore, in a war, of course, the casualties are as small as possible. Soldiers are impermanent and deceitful. They don’t have to fight hard!" He slapped Peng Jizu on the shoulder and laughed: "Today, the East Factory is eliminated. , This governor is mainly responsible for'chemical warfare','firearms warfare','heart attacking', and'propaganda war'. Collect your broad sword and follow the governor on the roof to see the excitement!"

Peng Jizu said inexplicably: "What chemistry, propaganda? I have been a soldier for half my life, why have I never heard of it?"

Wu Jie heard this term in Jinling and it was a bit strange. I already asked Yang Ling, and smiled to Peng Jizu: "Have you seen the flying **** fire poisonous dragon spear in the army? The adults said that chemical warfare is similar to this poisonous dragon spear. The magic".

The Ming army invented the Earth Flying God Fire Poison Dragon Gun, sometimes tied to the rocket under the tip of the gun. When approaching the enemy, the rocket is lit and the arrow is flying to kill the enemy. If the enemy is hiding in a cave or high house, it can also be tied to the top. After the drug was ignited, he lifted it into it and forced the enemy to faint or escape. Peng Jizu only understood the explanation of Wu Jie.

However, this weapon is not very useful and powerful, so Peng Jizu is accustomed to it. I did not expect that this method can be used extensively in this urban street fight to avoid large-scale frontal conflict.

Yang Ling has this idea, but it stems from the fact that he was stunned in Luoyantan. That time he was choked to death, which made his memory still fresh. This time, the soldiers carried a big burden on each of the soldiers, not only pretending to be a lot. For things that are prone to thick smoke and pungent, we also need Gao Wenxin to prescribe a prescription, and prepare a lot of Chinese medicinal materials that are confused and soft.

Yang Ling boarded the roof of a house. The common houses in the north are all raised ridges, and this one is no exception. Later, because the courtyard was covered with a roof, it formed a wooden platform. Beizhen Fusi and Dongji Shichang live next to each other. Apart from these two families, no one wants to be neighbors with them on this street. It is empty and convenient for the people in the factory.

There is an open space between the two yards, and the moon is like water. Yang Ling saw Ying Ying Chuo Chuo and many officers and soldiers have surrounded the Dong Ji Shi factory. There are few people inside the factory, and the courtyard of the east factory is huge. If you forcibly break into it, there will inevitably be a gap in the containment. Such guarding outside can be impervious to wind and rain, ensuring that no one will be missed.

Yang Ling nodded, Peng Jizu beckoned to call a fan, took his bow to shoot a screaming arrow with his hands, and went away with a sharp whistle. The side of Yang Ling was in a downwind position, and many officers and soldiers lit their backs. The package that came, ran and was thrown across a wall more than ten feet high, and the'chemical warfare' began.

In the small left hall of the East Factory lobby, Fan Ting sits under the big plaque "Jing Loyalty and Serve the Country", her face sinking like water, without a word. The seven big stalls are all sitting at the bottom. These murderous, unblinking officials looked like docile cats in front of the factory, without the usual domineering and brutality.

Fan Ting was silent for a long while and then said gloomily: "The palace was closed and locked two hours ahead of schedule. Four groups of troops were dispatched, but they couldn't even detect any news. Look, what happened in the palace?" /

Song Shijun, the head of the big stall, hesitated for a moment and said: "The factory owner, today, the three gongs and the nine princes will jointly write a letter with more than a hundred Beijing officials, forcing the emperor to punish Yang Ling and the eight tigers. The palace is suddenly locked. Did the emperor be timid? , I didn’t know how to deal with it for a while, so...".

The second gear head Barong’s triangular eyes shot fiercely and unceremoniously intercepted the boss’s words:

"Big stall head. I'm afraid something is wrong. Even if the emperor locks the palace. It's impossible for the priests to deliver the news, not to mention all the palace defenses have our people inserted in it.

There is no movement in the palace right now. Our people use various methods to contact the four gates, without saying a word inside. From my point of view, I am afraid that the li supervisor has no news to spread, but can't spread it if he wants to.

The officials of the editors are not arranged according to the rank of the court and the number of positions. They are all set by the factory owner. Fan Ting does not have a side-by-side file header, but ranks in the lower row. After hearing Qu Ran's expression, Gan Jingtang, the fourth stall head, couldn't believe it and said: "How is this possible? The emperor has such courage? The inner court and the outer court have already joined forces. He dare to catch the father-in-law of the Superintendent at all costs? Let's say... he Are there soldiers available? Xichang Fan Ting is not a fool, so why would you follow orders?"

Fan Ting thoughtfully said: "The young emperor, high-spirited, and recklessly behaving is not impossible. If he issues a strict order, Miao Kui is not our fellow traveler, will he dare not give the edict?" /

"Um..., just in case, immediately send some horses to observe the movement in Beijing, and everyone else stays in the factory not to move." He sneered: "What if the emperor has mastered Miyagi? Tomorrow morning, if the palace gate still doesn't open, we will forcefully break into the palace under the pretext of calming the palace."

Sixth stall, Tou Zhou Qifeng hesitated and said: "Duke, could it be the Eight Tigers who heard the news and jumped over the wall and locked the emperor to lock the palace? Or...Yang Ling has secretly returned to Beijing?"

Fan Ting stunned, pondered for a moment, and shook his head: "No, as soon as we heard that Wang Qiong was killed, we immediately deployed manpower. If Yang Ling returns to Beijing, there will be so many in the inner factory, the mighty mansion, and the palace. How can all the eyeliners look away? And these days, the factory has been retreating step by step under our challenge, and there has been no movement, and it does not seem to have the mainstay...".

He said this way, his expression was still a little uneasy, and he stood up before he finished speaking: "Quickly order all the people sent to Beijing to be called back. Also, Qifeng, you go right away. Secretary of the Zhenfu, please ask Admiral Zhang and Mu Zhenfu to mobilize the Jinyiwei from the surrounding towns to return to Beijing. Now we are holding Mount Tai to crush the eggs. We can't take care of that much. Let Yang Ling step into this Longtan Tiger Lair by ourselves."

Zhou Qifeng stood up and said: "Yes, obey orders!"

As soon as his voice fell, there was a loud noise outside, and someone coughed and shouted: "It's running water, it's running water, it's so smokey, cough cough cough cough..."

Fan Ting said angrily: "Where is the fire? Go and see!"

The two stalls quickly got up and rushed out the door. When they arrived in the lobby, there was a puff of light smoke slowly coming in. The light smoke, but the smell was pungent and pungent. Sha Hongxu, head of the seventh stall, clutched his nose and ran out. Seeing some fans running towards the place where the smoke drifted in the wind, they hurriedly asked:

"Where is the fire? Cough cough cough..."

At this moment of effort, his tears flowed, he coughed, and his intuition was also dizzy. Sha Hongxu was originally a gangster, and occasionally did some tricks of stealing flowers and jade. Now he has not picked up his old business for a long time. I was a little negligent. At this time, I felt that the smoke really did not look like a fire, so I suddenly came over and shouted, "No! This is because someone puts poisonous cigarettes, hurry up and guard to prevent...cough, someone attack...cough... ...Into...".

On Donganmen Avenue, ten cannons lined up across the street, the black hole of the muzzle was facing the main entrance of the East Factory, and the second stall Feng Tang was dressed in uniform. Still in the Shenji Camp, Chen looked quietly at the closed door and shouted: "The cannon is shot flat, solid bullets are loaded, and gunpowder is ten percent!"

The gunner held up the big iron ball and put it into the barrel. The gunpowder hand smashed the gunpowder with a long-handled wooden hammer. The gunner set up the cannon and ignited the fire. Ten violent explosions followed. The black subway ball popped. Sawdust, stone chips, and broken bricks flew across, the towering Dongchang gate in front of him collapsed, and most of the brick walls on both sides collapsed.

Half of Chen Zhong's Limu gate flew up for a long time and fell into an empty alley half a mile away. The "pop" ground was smashed to pieces, and the two squatting lions that were affected were also smashed beyond recognition.

This solid projectile has a long range. The direct lethality is small, and it was originally used to attack cities and land. The sharp weapon that penetrated the city wall fortifications, at such a close distance, its power was fully displayed, the dust and smoke in front of it filled the air, but in front of it, I had already seen the lobby of the Dongji Factory and some dumb fans in front of it.

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The crossbowmen on both sides aimed sharp arrows at the editing factory, but no one rushed out. These murderous fans have never seen the power of this kind of heavy artillery, let alone think of one day. He would directly face its threat with flesh and blood, and the fans exposed to the cannon had forgotten to even escape, and they looked so stupidly.

Feng Tang didn't see the situation in front of him, and continued to meticulously execute the orders of the big gear, shouting loudly: "The cannon shoots up from the back, the thunderbolt bursts, and the gunpowder is 90%!"

The land shivered, and ten thunderbolt bombs passed over those stunned land fans like celestial flowers, and smashed everywhere in the factory. With a violent explosion, the land fans in front of the gate seemed to wake up from a dream. Come, let out a shout and ran away immediately, crying in the acrid smoke, looking for a way out.

Under Feng Tang’s instructions, it was leveled again. This replay was played with the "Rainbow Bee". This shotgun with a maximum range of only one mile is the most lethal weapon of the Great Ming artillery. Several liters of lead-iron alloy pellets were Filled into the barrel, if there is a kind of "Crane in the Cloud" Yaozi" who dares to rush out, it would be strange if he doesn't immediately become a "Firebird".

After the left sentinel of Shenjiying was changed to in-house officers and soldiers, the military no longer issued large combat firearms, and should take back heavy artillery and other weapons. The Left Sentinel Army deployed heavy artillery to Gao Laozhuang when he was still in the emperor’s army. As it was later changed to an internal factory, Yang Ling was busy'exploiting territory and expanding land' and had no time to return heavy weapons. Due to his status in front of the emperor, Shenjiying didn't dare to take the initiative to ask for it, and it came in handy at this time.

However, this is the last batch of ammunition, and most of the ammunition has been spent in the mountain show.

However, with this deterrence, no one dared to fight the idea of ​​escaping from the front door.

At the moment when the gate was blasted off, Hong Shaxu and others hurriedly fled with Fan Ting, gathered a group of remnants and rushed to the place where the smoke started. Those Chinese medicines with fascinating effects were burned by the fire. Minus, I can’t fascinate these people anymore, but it affects the sensitivity of everyone to a certain extent. In addition, those spicy things choke their throats and noses, a group of people with tears, noses, and lungs that are almost choking out of coughing. The source of the fireworks was shot back with random arrows by Neichang Fanzi who had been on the wall.

This is a strict order of Yang Ling to minimize the casualties of the army, avoid direct melee combat, and not give them a chance to escape.

A burst of artillery blasted my door down, followed by a shower of arrows and shot over and suffered countless deaths and injuries, but I didn’t even see the opponent’s appearance. The choking smoke grew thicker, but I didn’t know who the enemy was. , I don't know how many people there are in the enemy, and I don't know the purpose of the enemy.

Weapons are not as good as people, morale is not as good as people. He has always been arrogant and self-confident that he is the first and second Dongchang fan. For the first time, I discovered that if someone dares to despise their authority, then they are completely vulnerable.

Fan Ting covered his mouth and nose with a warm towel, and quivered and said, "What's the matter? Did the emperor raise his troops? Is it the Beijing camp or the regiment camp? These **** generals and generals eat ours and take Ours, actually actually started".

Barong said anxiously: "Dear factory, we concentrated our troops and killed them from the south. The alley was very narrow, and it was a forest. As long as you rush out of the forest, you will enter the house, cough cough cough... Do not want to hold us."

There are still 8,000 fans in the East Factory, but Yang Ling’s battles are the most important, only fierce attacks, no one shows their identity and intentions, which puts heavy psychological pressure on Fan Ting and others. Think bad. I can't afford to resist any more.

Song Shijun shouted loudly and said: "The factory owner, now that there is heavy smoke, it is impossible to organize a counterattack. It is better to gather as many people as possible and rush out first."

Fan Ting has a lot of tricks in the officialdom, but has no experience in dealing with this kind of scene, and has long lost its idea. Hearing this, he is hurried to ask everyone to quickly purge the crowd. More than three thousand people gathered in a short while. Carrying a sword straight against the wall of the south courtyard.

The smoke has gradually faded here, and the teary-eyed fans refreshed. There are three portals under the wall of the south courtyard, which are usually locked to the ground. Just cut off the iron lock and rush out of the short alley, and you can get away with it.

A clearing. It was originally the martial arts field for the Dongchang fans, but now there is a neat row of torches. The fire is in human hands. Nearly a hundred strangely dressed people stood on the ground, with torches reflecting their solemn faces.

The fans who rushed over saw a row of people with torches from a distance. They were bloated, as if they were as wide as three people. They ran to a hundred meters away and found that these people were wearing iron helmets. , Carrying a concave box on his back, the body just nested inside the concave.

There is an arrow to the north and artillery at the main entrance. They did not expect that there will be no ambushes at the south gate, but here is the short alley woods, the only way to escape from these terrible killers, red The fans raised the steel knives in their hands, shouted desperately, and rushed to this mere hundred people.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer. Nearly a hundred people with torches suddenly turned around. The Dongchang fans were stunned, at a loss, and with unknowingly joyful, crowds of people behind them swarmed crazy. Pounced.

I don’t know where the first light came out, and then the second and third places, straight, curved, and oblique at different angles, like fireballs, thousands of rocket arrows spewed out of fire. , A swarm of shots came over.

In the clothes and colors, shooting stars in the sky, how romantic and brilliant is that?

But this splendor is here to harvest lives. The person who rushed in the front was the first to bear the brunt, and was immediately pierced by random arrows. The body of dozens of arrows in his body, because the rocket tail was still advancing, the body that rushed forward turned upside down and flew back.

A fan is holding a steel knife, watching the partners who are still blackmailing in the morning, playing with women at noon, and drinking together in the evening, with fire arrows stuck in their eyes, mouth, throat, and abdomen. He flew back around him, a scream of fear had not yet exited, a rocket that had flown crookedly and distortedly had penetrated his temple, and the arrow had passed through the other end.

An ordinary wooden box, taken on the mountain, made by craftsmen in the army, and a baffle with a hole in the front. This is what Yang Ling instructed as early as when the army was training in the back mountain of Gaolaozhuang. "Benjian" is a blueprint modified rocket, low cost, easy to manufacture, easy to carry, and throw away when used up. It is a purely disposable weapon.

Although the rocket solves the shortcomings of the slow loading speed of the blunderbuss, the arrow rockets are limited in carrying capacity, the range is not far, and the accuracy is not to be mentioned. Considering the soldier's weight-bearing capacity, each box only contains 75 arrows, It is a very sharp weapon to fight this bad battle.

After the rocket was launched, more than a thousand people were lying on their backs. Some people were still braving the rocket shaft. You can pierce a hot red iron stick into the prisoner’s thigh without hesitation. Watching him call frantically, the people who are dripping and talking and laughing are stunned; they like to pour boiling water on the prisoner and use it. The executioners who brushed down the flesh layer by layer with the iron brush to reveal the bones were stunned.

Excessive fear actually made people lose the desire to escape. A pair of sluggish eyes saw those holding the torch drop the box, and when the torch was thrown away and ran into the dark, its owner could not help but let out a sound from his throat The infiltrating screams rushed forward at a faster speed.

The poor fans are like a woman who is stuck in a dead end by a small bug. They are so frightened that they can't wait to run away immediately, but they slam it uncontrollably.

However, another row of torches ignited under the black shadow of the high wall, and those who rushed past disappeared into the dark. Another row of people stood there like nails, and everyone was still carrying a box. .

Fanzi finally broke down, they immediately turned around and fled back. If someone only slightly blocked his way and hindered his escape, the crazy knife would slash it up. They didn't have the courage to turn their heads back, but their brains were filled with images of arrows shot, and they were tragic figures shot with arrows and dead bodies.

Come on,

The fear is like a contagious plague. The fans rushed back at twice the speed when they rushed over. The fans who followed after hearing the news didn’t see anything, they were just like ghosts. The strange cry out of tune with the throat was shocked, and ran wildly behind them.

At this time, countless voices from all directions shouted in a uniform voice: "The holy encyclical, the factory takes people, and those who descend will not kill!"

Neichang Fanzi rushed into Dongchang to take people. Only four hundred people were sent in. More than 6,000 Dongchang Fanzi with no face were as obedient as lambs. One person held dozens or hundreds of people. The factory fan didn't even have an idea of ​​resistance.

Yang Ling sat on the platform on the roof of Jinyiwei's house, listening to Lian Delu who rushed over, reporting the results of the battle excitedly.

Peng Jizu laughed loudly and said: "My lord, the low-ranking staff also expected that the people in the East Factory were not our opponents, but they did not expect them to be so vulnerable. He*, don’t look at the East Factory’s screaming, it’s like a The little girls who have no power to bind the chicken, the men can do whatever they want, they can only take it."

Even Delu was very satisfied with the results of Yang Ling and couldn't help but laughed: "You can only receive? You can only receive the benefits that you can only receive. At least people don't have to worry about impotence, hahahaha... Don’t be proud of you Lao Peng. If it weren’t for the master plan of the factory superintendent, you might just call the Dongchang gangsters a joke with your brute force."

After the two people talked and laughed, Yang Ling really can’t make such a vulgar joke. He stood up and said to Wu Jie, who had been standing calmly and standing aside: “Mr. Wu, the rest is left to you. Is the cold preparation ready?"

Wu Jie nodded and said: "Don't worry, my lord, the things are guaranteed to be found out of Fan Ting's room by the people in the East Factory."

Yang Ling nodded, and said tightly to the big cloak on her body: "Okay, then I will leave the East Factory to you~IndoMTL.com~ I will rush to join the second gear now."

Wu Jie chuckled softly: "When the adults are'seriously injured' return to Beijing, do you want to tell your wife to come and meet them?"

Yang Ling paused, thought about it for a while and laughed: "Forget it, don't do this scene, it's too late."

Peng Jizu and Lian Delu had already been ordered by Wu Jie to leave Beijing secretly after the Dongchang factory was removed. So seeing Yang Ling got up and greeted him quickly, Yang Ling said, "Brother Peng, Brother Lian, tonight If you lead troops to station in the East Factory, the Beijing-China affairs will bother you."

Yang Ling stepped down the stairs, and listened to Peng Jizu on the platform and gave a vicious command to the army around him: "Go, follow Laozi to the East Factory, watch my wink and act, let him disappear if he should disappear, hands and feet Be neat!".

Yang Ling stopped, leaning on the railing and looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed faintly: "It's time to kill, and finally raise the butcher knife. In such an official career, how easy is it to be cautious?

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