His Majesty, who suppressed the ecstasy, looked at the nobles above with his majestic gaze.

He succeeded.

He finally succeeded!

His desperate gambling was really successful!

He actually relied on his own imperial aura...

Of course, it can also be said that bluffing is really bluffing. If these new troops really fire, he has no hope at all. This is not that he was in the palace before, and he could still hold on for a while. Now everyone is queuing up on the streets, just like a group of targets, and relying on bluffing to shock him with his emperor identity or righteousness.

It actually succeeded!

Then……

"Bang!"

Suddenly, gunfire sounded.

The next moment was countless gunfire sounds.

His Majesty the Emperor turned around in shock, and then the guards behind him, the Imperial Camp, the Dian Army, and even the people close to him all fell down in dense bullets. The dead bodies were piled up almost instantly in the smoke of gunpowder. The guards of the Dian Army were slightly better. After all, the soldiers were covered with double armor and at least had a little bulletproof ability, but most of the true confidants who followed him out of the palace still fell down in bullets.

They didn't even have time to make any counterattack or dodge, as if the close-range volley of the Red Turban Army like a thunderous blow on the battlefield ended their lives.

And the bullets came from the shop next to them.

Most of these shops are small wooden buildings, and the gunmen who had long been hiding upstairs directly extended turtle dove guns from windows.

Then take a volley at a distance of less than ten meters.

However, because the number of muskets is still limited, the maximum number of kills is to be achieved, so these muskets are loaded with shotguns...

Load three bullets at a time.

But such a close distance is still enough to ensure penetration of armor.

After all, the kinetic energy of the genuine turtledog gun is at level 5,000, comparable to an ordinary sniper rifle.

In fact, this was how the turtledove gun was used in the past. Later, with the popularity of new armor, it gradually turned into one or two bullets.

Amid the dense gunfire, accompanied by countless screams and terrifying screams, the street behind His Majesty the Emperor turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

But His Majesty the Emperor was not injured.

The bullet's target was only those under his command.

He turned back with a huge anger, and the princes on Gongbei Tower looked calm.

"Hurry up, protect your Majesty, the rebels are coming out again!"

He Weihai said with a smile.

"It's the foreign soldiers, they use the foreign soldiers!"

Chen Xichang, who was lying beside Zhu Rang's dead body, roared angrily in the sea of ​​blood behind His Majesty the Emperor.

On those small buildings, you can vaguely see a few black figures in the window, which are obviously the Spanish mercenaries and their black slaves.

"Ah, it turns out that it was the foreign soldiers who were in chaos!"

He Weiye said calmly.

He didn't want to take this step either, but he had no choice now.

Of course he would not be able to guess what the emperor wanted to do. He made a crazy promise to win people's hearts, and in the end he had to fulfill it to the military and civilians. The emperor had no money in his hand, so he had to fall on them in the end, so they had no way out. Even if they admit defeat, it would be useless. If they admit defeat, they would be raiding their families.

Of course, you have to go to the end.

Of course, it is not enough to kill the emperor. If you kill the emperor, you have to face Yang Feng's army.

But if all the emperor's confidants were killed, he was left with only one bare. What if he was cunning?

I have to say that their evaluation of the emperor has now changed to cunning, and it is very cunning. After playing with a pig for so long, he deceived them, the old foxes, and they were so passive all of a sudden. If I had known that he was so difficult to do, he would not have welcomed him at the beginning. I originally thought that strange goods could be used as a bargaining chip for future betrayal, but I didn't expect that the wolf would be brought into the house and the person who brought him a pig to eat a tiger. It would be too late to regret it when I made this situation.

but……

The birds in the cage can't fly out after all.

The gunshots quickly fell silent.

His Majesty the Emperor slowly turned around, looked at the chaotic soldiers and civilians behind him, and the new army who was still at a loss on the roofs on both sides.

Even though they are so-called rebels under their feet.

But none of the officers ordered them to go down and attack.

Of course, they all knew who was below. At that time, their teaching team, two hundred Thai soldiers and three hundred black slaves, were composed of them, specifically used as a demonstration of the new army. It was a bit like the Qi family army during Qi Jiguang's time to the Jizhen official army. Of course, these people would not recognize the emperor. They only recognized the elders of the Council, who not only gave them money and gave the people behind them the right to trade.

"Look at them!"

His emperor pointed his hand back at the Gongbei Tower in front of the Imperial Street, which was covered with blood.

The military and civilians in the chaos gradually calmed down, and everyone was looking at him, looking at him pointing his fingers, and the elders on the Gongbei Tower were still high above.

"Each of them has thousands of hectares of fertile land!"

His Majesty the Emperor shouted.

Of course, Wanqing is a bit exaggerated. In fact, the elders' standard for the Council is that the land output cannot be less than one thousand acres.

My Ming gentry has already chosen the elders as a British Empire.

First of all, there are identities restrictions for participating in the election. The minimum land yield is two hectares, that is, two hundred acres of land. Secondly, there are restrictions on the status of the candidates. The land yield must not be less than ten hectares. No simple merchant can do it. After all, many merchants are not local cadastral, and they may be sent to other places. And it is difficult to say how much they earn. Everyone likes to keep it confidential on this issue, so the amount of land possessed is the most intuitive and clear. The number of ten hectares is to facilitate those big merchants, who can buy this amount of land.

Then they can run for election.

So whether the elector or the candidate must be the landlord first.

After all, it is difficult to guarantee that they will be loyal to the interests of Guangdong Province if they are not landlords, and land is an identity binding.

Of course, candidates must also have fame and honor.

At the very least, it must be a juren.

The family reading and passing on is the most politically correct identity label of my gentry in the Ming Dynasty.

The military and civilians silently looked at these great landlords who were above and dominate their destiny.

"Each of them has millions of wealth!"

The emperor yelled.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

None of the elders' wealth is less than one million.

Even with the competition from Zhejiang and Jiangsu Song, the silver poured in from Macau last year was more than 5 million taels. This is not the case that they sold arms all over the world. The weapons here were even exported to the Americas. In the past, they also exported iron tools to the Americas, and Southeast Asia almost became their arms dumping market. Not to mention that the weapons of the Yunnan army were almost all purchased from Guangdong in the past, and most of the north were Guangdong goods. Although the weapons made in Shanxi have risen, they have not yet threatened the dominant position of Guangdong.

Because of the high internal demand for the production of marsh, there are not many people who take out food.

In the past, relying on the lonely south, no one could control their advantages. Coupled with the unique high-quality iron ore, Guangdong gentry experienced the industrial and commercial carnival that continued the entire Yangfeng Rebellion to the present.

It's also a wealth carnival.

The elders who control the power of Guangdong have taken advantage of their identity and privileges in their hands in this carnival, and have changed from traditional landlords to chaebols with the dual identities of landlords and large capitalists. Their wealth is well known.

"Do you want it?"

The emperor yelled.

The military and civilians were silent, but the eyes of the elders became obviously complicated.

The smiles on the faces of the elders began to fade, and many of them even became obviously panicked.

"I am the Emperor and the Lord of the Ming Dynasty. I can be rich and noble, kill people, and I can give people a wealth of clothes and food, and I can make people three tribes destroyed. Today I will let them three tribes be destroyed, and I will let you have wealth of clothes and food, and it depends on whether you dare to take them. They are there, killing them, killing their three tribes, and their fields belong to you, and all their money belong to you.

I am the emperor, I asked you to do it.

You no longer have to be tenants for them, or do hard work for them. You can share their fertile land and their money.

This is what I have given you.

As long as you dare to extend your hand, as long as you dare to raise your gun at them, you will be the next one to be rich and frugal!

kill!

Kill them!"

The emperor yelled.

At this moment, he was possessed by Zhu Yuanzhang.

He had no choice, and the cruelty of the Lords was far beyond his imagination. If the two sides had the possibility of compromise between each other before, with the ambush of his confidants, there was no compromise at all. They would either play a terrible death or be locked up from now on.

Maybe I would actually lock it up and set up a small yard to circle him. Anyway, I just want this symbol.

The next moment, several gunshots rang out at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the bullets hit him, and His Majesty the Emperor shook violently in the impact of the bullets, but the bullets only shot sparks on him. Soon he stood up again, looking at the officers who fired the gun with the dents of the bullets in awe of the military and civilians.

"Slap him in the face!"

An officer shouted in panic on the roof next to him.

Then he reloaded the bullets there. The two soldiers next to him looked at each other, almost at the same time and pulled out the armor-piercing hammer and hit him on the back. The armor-piercing hammer of the triangular pyramid instantly penetrated his back. The officer screamed and turned back, looking at them in disbelief. The two soldiers pulled the hammer out at the same time, and at the same time kicked him down. He screamed and rolled down from the roof.

"Kill these regicide thieves, let's divide their property!"

A soldier roared with a hammer.

The next moment, almost all the soldiers rushed towards the officers. The latter scolded and resisted in panic, but were still kicked off the roof one by one, falling into the sea of ​​corpses and blood below with a scream of despair.

His Majesty the Emperor turned around.

He pointed to Gongbei Tower in the background of the falling officers behind him, and the elders above were already running away in panic.

"So, it's their time! Kill them, everything they have belongs to you!"

He said.
Chapter completed!