Yang Feng, who was howling, crashed into the city gate hole where the smoke was gushing, and then rushed out of the main city wall in a blink of an eye and threw the rope. He stood on the main city wall like a beast that saved the beauty and then rushed straight to the city tower, almost rushing head-on to the soldiers rushing out of chaos.

He showed his hands together.

Then the soldiers flew out in chaos.

He continued to climb the city tower, and the Zhenjiang City under the night sky was fully visible.

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

He yelled.

Outside the city behind him, the first subordinates who arrived began to flock into the city. Then some Red Turban soldiers from mountain citizens also threw ropes and quickly climbed up the city wall. The defenders with soldiers hidden in the city also rushed up the city wall in chaos. The two sides immediately started a melee, but the number of defenders was actually very small, and they could not stop the Red Turban Army, which was constantly climbing the city, and soon began to defeat the city.

And the Red Turban Army also chased them down the city wall.

Then the main city gate was opened.

The Red Turban Army outside rushed in and quickly flooded the city...

There were actually not many defenders here. Dong Chengqi's troops were waiting to block him in Gaozi Town. General Dong wanted to withdraw from Zhenjiang's defense, but Peng Guoguang, who was in charge of military affairs in Zhenjiang, refused, but asked him to continue blocking in Gaozi Town to avoid the war affecting Zhenjiang and destroying the gentry's property. As for Peng Shaoxian's withdrawal at this time, he obviously would not be faster than Yang Feng.

So Zhenjiang is currently the newly formed Zhenjiang troupe training, and there are also some temporary workers brought by Peng Guoguang from Jiangyin.

Faced with the surging 15,000 Red Turban Army, these scumbags either surrendered or fled.

However, Zhenjiang Group Training tried to resist...

"Are you stupid? We are here to confiscate the homes of those gentry and share the land for you. Don't you feel inferior when you work hard for the gentry?"

Yang Feng stood on the city tower and shouted.

"Brothers, don't work hard for those landlords!"

Tang Bin, who arrived with his subordinates, shouted the same as the soldiers from Zhenjiang.

The Zhenjiang group trainees looked at each other in surprise.

"Go on, we are all our family, don't be deceived by outsiders!"

A fellow villager behind shouted with a trembling cane.

"When Mr. Zhang gave you loan sharks, did you think you were our family? When he took 70% of your rent, he thought you were our family. When the famine took the opportunity to force you to sell land the year before yesterday, he thought you were our family. We are all fellow villagers in the country, and who doesn't know who!"

Tang Bin said with a smile.

A group trainee suddenly turned around and shot the fellow villager without hesitation. Although he was still holding a light bird gun, the bullets at such a close range still made the fellow villager fall backwards...

"Old guy, I remembered it was my family!"

He said angrily.

Then the other team players turned the gun without hesitation.

The local gentry who came with the slaves in a hurry were all stunned. They watched the bird guns in their hands spraying flames, and then fell down one by one by one. The rest were so scared that they turned around and ran away. The slaves quickly protected them.

"Yang Si, do you want to continue to be a slave for generations?"

Tang Bin shouted.

A slave was stunned for a moment.

The master in his hand obviously had an ominous premonition...

"A Si, we are a family."

He said tremblingly.

"The last time I used a whip to whip you, but he. Now that we are here, you are a family. If we are not here, you will still be whipped!"

Tang Bin continued.

The slave suddenly pushed the master, then raised his foot and kicked him to the ground...

"Brothers, don't you take the opportunity to get rid of your slave family, do you want to be a slave until the end of your life?"

He shouted.

Then the slaves pushed down the master in their hands, and a few who obviously had old hatreds simply rode on and fed them with old fists. The masters were no longer as powerful as before. In the fights of these slaves, they were wailing and begging for mercy, like twisting bugs.

The slaves in Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty were real slaves.

In fact, there are many places where you still have the first night right...

"The slave girl has not been entitled to her, and she has broken her melon before her husband is married, and she has cut her freshness first."

This is all recorded.

And there are relatively civilized ones, just like the European lords collecting tax on the first night. When the tenant's daughter promised to marry, she would give the silver landlord first. This is a case of the river. It has to be said that my Ming gentry was also very talented in slavery. Under the suppression of so many clear laws in Zhu Yuanzhang, he had been playing so thoroughly in just two hundred years. However, the northern gentry was not bad at this point. The Henan gentry had long had the right to sell their wives and daughters after the tenant's death. As for the first night rights of Shandong, southern Jiangsu and northern Jiangsu, it was a conventional operation.

"It's really a hundred years since a good system was completely ruined. Once this interest group was formed, it would always dig deeper and deeper in the downward breakthrough of the bottom line, and then dig until the sky collapsed and the earth buried everything."

Yang Dashuai looked at the scene where the slaves beat the slave owner in front of him and sighed.

And at his feet, the Red Turban Army continued to pour into the city continuously, and then rushed towards streets and bridges to complete control of the entire city.

They were hardly subjected to any substantial resistance.

The officials of this city were boarding inland river boats as fast as possible, and then quickly fled the city along the Fu River leading to Nanshuiguan, which was the branch of the canal in the city, and continued to flee along the canal. Only the local gentry were still trying desperately to resist, but they did not expect that the domestic slaves and group trainers organized themselves joined the ranks of turning against each other, and some domestic slaves had even tied up their slave owners and escorted the exhibition on the streets...

Zhenjiang was easily taken.

And at this moment, His Majesty the Emperor was wearing a golden armor, standing on the platform of Yuejiang Tower again, just like his ancestors.

"This guy will enjoy his happiness!"

His Majesty the Emperor looked at Yang Feng's small building speechlessly.

Obviously this place is indeed better than his palace. Although it is not yet summer, it is already a bit stuffy in the palace. After all, the plum rain season is coming, but it is transparent on all sides, so refreshing that it is even a little cold...

"Did he not even have a maid?"

His Majesty the Emperor said unexpectedly.

"When you go back to your Majesty, Kaiyuan Bo always eats with the soldiers. As for the maid, he really doesn't have one. He even hired an old lady to clean him every day, and he also washed his clothes. He never saw him go to a romantic place, and he never saved money."

The guard here said.

"Wang Mang has not usurped the times, and his acting is just a way to win people's hearts."

Duke E sneered.

"Let him find some women, a dignified count, how can he be so shabby!"

His Majesty the Emperor said.

It is obvious that His Majesty the Emperor finally understood why he was so hard-working. It was obvious that he had nowhere to vent his energy.

It is just right to find more beauties for him and let him sink into a gentle place.

If he could use a beauty to trap Yang Feng in the future, he would be more likely to deal with it.

After saying that, His Majesty the Emperor walked to a giant cannon.

A group of soldiers were loading ammunition for it. One of them was holding a shell larger than a human head, and walked up the steps with difficulty, then put it into its muzzle. The other soldier held the bullet rod and pushed it directly to the bottom with force. Matteo Ricci was lying behind the cannon, holding a pen to calculate something, but an officer pushed him aside without hesitation, and then headed the wooden board next to him and began to direct the soldiers to adjust the muzzle.

On the river front pointed by this giant cannon, countless warships were coming against the current, and the big ships in front kept spraying flames and fighting with the navy on the river.

This is a 24-pound giant cannon cast by Yang Feng.

However, the casting of this type of cannon is far more complicated than that of ordinary cannons. Because it involves cooling issues, the success rate has always been very low. Even skilled European craftsmen usually have a waste rate of casting cannons of this level. The volume is too large and the material composition is not uniform enough. Internal damage will occur during the slow cooling process.

It's not visible on the surface.

The charge test can only be done after the production is completed, and once it explodes, it can only be recast.

In the end, this is done over and over again until a cannon that has passed the inspection is cast, so a heavy artillery of this level is often dozens of times the cost of ordinary artillery, because the scrap rate is too high and it must take a long time to complete.

Yang Feng just made this qualified one.

"Okay!"

The officer said quickly.

After saying that, he inserted a small piece of fuse into the ignition hole.

"Your Majesty, let them open fire!"

Duke E said.

"You don't need to say much. Now I am Xiaoling behind me. Emperor Taizu Gao commanded the army to defeat Chen Youliang here. How could I not fight with the soldiers? Come on!"

His Majesty the Emperor proudly stretched out his hand to the side.

A soldier quickly presented the ignition rod in his hand.

The emperor took the thing, and as if his ancestors possessed it, he quickly poked the fuse in front of him.

The fuse was ignited immediately.

Chang Yinxu quickly helped the emperor to take a few steps back quickly, and the others also retreated as quickly as possible.

The next moment, the fuse disappeared at the ignition hole, followed by a earth-shaking loud noise. The huge gun body pushed the four-wheeled gun mount and retreated, and was pulled by the extremely thick brown cable. The flames and smoke from the front muzzle were sprayed, and the roar of the shells blew through the air. Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the river surface and turned to the largest enemy warship, while the officer was still reciting the numbers. Just when he counted to ten, the warship suddenly seemed to have been bitten by some giant beast, and the entire bow was almost gone.

"Your Majesty's divine cannon hits and destroys the enemy's flagship."

Matteo Ricci quickly flattered.

"Haha, this is also the blessing of Emperor Taizu Gao. The soldiers will continue to fire. Why should we be afraid of this giant cannon?"

His Majesty the Emperor said proudly with satisfaction.

I have to say that as long as Yang Feng is not here, His Majesty the Emperor will feel relieved, and the free air will be much sweeter.

The soldiers quickly cleared the cannon chamber and loaded the shells.

And that enemy ship has begun to sink...
Chapter completed!