Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 112 The Power of the People

The torrent that rushed through Shichahai instantly poured into Rizhongfang.

A real influx.

Just like the mountain torrent that poured into this city during a flood, the soldiers swept through the ice automatically split into streets and alleys...

The main streets simply cannot withstand such a number of charges.

In order to drive the army under the control of the court out of Xicheng in the shortest time, Yang Feng mobilized a total of more than 300,000 people on this night, all of whom gathered in the north of the city to wait for the attack, because only the north of the city could carry out such a charge. Although the entire capital was huge, two-thirds of the north-south direction were actually separated by the existence of the imperial city in the middle, and only the north of the imperial city was directly connected.

But this area is separated by Jishuitan and Shichahai.

Fortunately, it's winter.

So what the 300,000 army needs to do is just gather in the area from Deshengmen to Bei'anmen, and then Yang Feng quickly stepped on the ice to complete the flat push.

Then……

Then it kept pushing.

The task Yang Feng gave them was very simple, stuffing all the streets and alleys and then moving forward. In short, they were pushing a chariot, holding a spear, and carrying a musket.

Anyway, they are all locals, not from Beijing, but from Tongzhou and Zhangjiawan.

There is no problem of not knowing the road. They are very familiar with the streets and alleys of the entire capital. They don’t need to worry about how to walk. As for the walls and other things, they can just push them. What can a 1 meter-high earth wall block? The gates are just wooden fences.

What is crushing?

Two kilometers wide and 300,000 people are moving forward together, and they are crushing.

In the era of cold weapons, any army was not good in the face of such torrents. This was not a plain field battle, but could also allow the army to have a mobile arrangement. This was a street battle in the streets and alleys of the city. The Ma family cavalry was indeed elite, but in the alley three or four meters wide, there were countless infantry holding spears opposite.

Are they running away or running away?

A powerful general like Juniper?

Two light cars on the opposite side can cross the alley. Are he going to rush against Fran?

Can you have a fart? You are blocking or even counterattacking in front. Can you suddenly find a lot of musketeers behind your butt? Several grenades suddenly flew out from the courtyard wall next to you. How should you deal with it? You are still swinging an iron whip to charge. What will you use to resist the wall next to you?

What's more, except for the Yansui soldiers who followed Ye Mengxiong, most of the imperial army chose to turn against each other in the shortest time.

"This is the power of the people!"

Marshal Yang, standing on a special chariot, said proudly.

In front of the Imperial Temple in front of him, the blocked men watched the flooded soldiers and young men in horror. The latter was constantly pushing down the walls along the street, and then pouring out from alleys, quickly flooding the white street behind the snow. And the few soldiers who were still fighting for men were watching themselves in horror and helplessly as they were cut off, surrounded, and even directly submerged. It can be seen that a group of servants of the Ma family tried to rush over, but due to the restrictions of the terrain, they were stabbed off by countless bamboos in a blink of an eye.

At least their bravery is useless on such a battlefield.

The street in the east has turned into a turbulent torrent, and countless soldiers and young men who were opening the road with bamboos rushed to the Xi'anmen Street in the south.

Ma Gui and Du Tong were directly blocked in the imperial city.

Even the city walls were counterattacking Beijing camps, and the officials who were originally left there turned against each other without hesitation...

There is also Jingying there.

There are still five thousand Jingying camps here, and they are afraid that they will turn against each other and can only put them on the city wall behind.

And they really turned against each other.

Soon even the Fucheng Sect was taken back.

The Dukes of the Ganggu had nowhere to escape, and Yang Feng's thunder counterattack took less than half an hour to complete the situation's reversal.

"On weekdays, you always say that they gather ants, but why do you look down on ants? Didn't Taizu expel Hu Yuan from the Central Plains by relying on countless people who gathered such ants? Are the Yellow Turban Army and Huang Chao, which destroyed the Han and Tang Dynasties, not the people who gathered ants, the same people who gathered ants? Why don't you think that the people who gathered ants can destroy your prosperous age like them?"

Yang Feng said.

The princes were silent.

"Okay, now we should sit down and talk."

Yang Feng said.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Ye Mengxiong said with a serious expression.

"Of course it's over this mess, what else can I talk about?

What I wanted was already obtained, what my subordinates wanted was also obtained. You suddenly came and interrupted us to collect the money. We had to fight back. If you hadn't suddenly intervened, the capital would have recovered peace by this time.

But now you have failed, then I have to have more.

I am the winner, and there is no reason for the winner to be more. In fact, you have to blame yourself until now. At the beginning, I was limited to Tianjin and Hucao District, but you couldn't stand it and wanted to deal with me, but I was forced to enter the capital and become Shuntian Mansion, but you still couldn't stand it and wanted to deal with me.

But you lost again.

Then you can only give me more.

But, we can still sit down and talk about how much I want."

Yang Feng said.

"You didn't want to be Dong Zhuo?"

Zhao Zhigao said in disbelief.

"Gemaster Zhao, it is very sad for you to say that I am a true loyal minister. Your Majesty in front of Chengtian Gate has given me a new official position. As a loyal minister, of course I have to listen to Your Majesty. Moreover, Your Majesty in front of Chengtian Gate has made a ruling on everything before. What we should have listened to Your Majesty is that you disobey Your Majesty's will and started the battle again.

You are those who disobey the imperial edict.

So please understand our respective identities now.

I am a loyal minister who acts under the order, and you are all a group of rebel ministers who disobey the imperial edict."

"The loyal minister who took the emperor to command the princes?"

"Yes, those who use the emperor to command the princes are also loyal ministers. At least Cao Cao guaranteed that Emperor Xian of Han would be the emperor for the rest of his life. So I am very curious. Liu Xuande and Sun Zhongmou could make him the emperor for more than 30 years? But now we do need a treacherous minister. So, who can tell me who made you choose to disobey the imperial edict in this way?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

The princes looked at each other.

Suddenly, one of them looked panicked, and then Ye Mengxiong and the elders turned around, raised their hands and pointed at him...

"It's him, it's him, it's him!"

They said in unison.

"Come here, take down the Duke of Ding, who incites chaos. Duke of Ding, I really didn't expect that an elder and important official like you would incites chaos. Is this worthy of the spirit of the Heaven of King Wuning of Zhongshan?"
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next