Under the early winter sunshine, those people in ragged clothes and pale faces and thin skin looked at Yang Feng in shock under the pressure of great scholars for generations.

A warrior who looks like a god descending to earth.

Flags flying in the wind.

The legendary logo on the flag...

"It's the prime minister!"

"Military Yang is here!"

...

Then there were countless cheers of joy.

Yang Feng still dragged his sword forward. The sword of more than 100 kilograms was dragged on the ground, making a harsh friction all the way, and occasionally collided on the stones to splash Mars. With silver armor all over his body, he indeed came with the reflected sunlight like lightning. Behind him were the genuine Red Turban soldiers who also took off their coats to reveal the armor inside.

Although Wang Min's subordinates were only a battalion-level garrison, there were even two posts following him, with a total of less than three hundred people.

But at this moment, they were still holding muskets with bayonets and shouting and following.

In front of them was a stretched city wall, outside the city gate there was a Triangle Fort, behind the Triangle Fort, there were two angular turrets guarding the city gate, and there were also an angular turrets at each end of the city wall.

They don't have cannons.

They also have no siege equipment.

They are just a group of pure light infantrymen.

But they are still fearless.

Because the figure under the banner ahead of them is their gods, their faith, and the symbol of their invincibility.

Then……

"Let's go, follow the prime minister to liberate Macheng!"

A porter threw down his bucket and shouted with the shoulder pole in his hand.

"Military Yang is here to liberate Macheng. Follow Marshal Yang to fight the local tyrants and divide the land!"

A hunter roared with three forks in his hand.

...

Then all the local poor who saw this scene shouted the roar of liberation.

This word has been almost deeply rooted in people's hearts over the years, and they also understand it, breaking the shackles on them, liberating their homes, and allowing them to live freely in a good life, just like a mountainous area blocking the other side. In recent years, there have been local poor people who have chosen to escape from their homes and cross the forests. Hutou's most important task now is not to block the Red Turban Army, but to prevent the poor people from fleeing to Huaixi.

Similarly, the main task of migrants in various places is to capture fugitives.

No need to escape now.

The legendary savior has arrived.

In a blink of an eye, behind Yang Feng changed from only more than 200 soldiers to a legion of nearly a thousand people.

In the adobe thatched houses where poor tenants and serfs live around, young and strong people are still rushing out with things they can find as weapons, not only men, but even women. Behind them there are parents who are urging them to rush toward this side. The legion behind Yang Feng grew stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. When he rushed to the front of the Triangle Fort, there was already a storm behind him. Someone had just come out to check...

An officer was obviously unhappy and walked out with a short gun, and then he became stunned in an instant.

"Yang, Yang, Yang Feng..."

He rubbed his eyes and then suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The next moment, Yang Feng rushed directly across the suspension bridge of Triangle Fort.

The officer instinctively raised his short gun and pulled the trigger. Then he remembered that he had not been turned on the string. But just as he lowered his head, Yang Feng's big knife slashed with an arc of light, and he was cut in half, and his upper half fell. Yang Feng didn't even look at him, and rushed directly into the shocked gaze of the soldiers. Behind him, Wang Min and the Red Turban Army soldiers flocked in. Amid the officer's screams, the soldiers guarding here knelt down without hesitation, and then raised their guns with both hands.

But Wang Min and others ignored them.

At this time, Yang Feng had already rushed to the suspension bridge behind which led to the city gate.

This is the case with the new urban defense at this time, using the old city walls and moats, but setting up a Triangle Fort outside the city gate, and expanding the moat to the periphery of Triangle Fort.

In this way, the Triangle Fort and the city wall became a lake surface, even if there was no water.

The Triangle Fort, which is like an isolated island, has a suspension bridge in front and behind each other. The suspension bridge in front leads to the main road outside, and the suspension bridge in the back leads to the old city gate.

There is an angular turret on the left and right sides of the city gate.

However, the city of Wucheng was changed to the city, and eventually formed a cross-fire behind the Triangle Fort. The attacker could only attack Triangle Fort to continue moving forward. However, even if he captured Triangle Fort, he still had to face cross-fire on it and could not attack the city wall. Unless he changed to directly bombard the city wall on both sides, he had to face the left and right angular turrets, and the firepower extending outward to the Triangle Fort. In the past, if the artillery wanted to effectively bombard the city wall, it would have to be at least close to 300 meters, and the Urban cannons would have to be 200 meters.

But the Triangle Fort can allow the defensive firepower of the city wall to extend forward by a hundred meters.

Don't underestimate this hundred meters.

This is a third of the effective range extension.

Yang Feng, who was running wildly, rushed across the suspension bridge in a blink of an eye, but the city gate opposite him still did not respond, and in fact he had no time to react.

Too sudden.

Just as Yang Feng rushed into the city gate, the young and strong men swept over Triangle Fort behind. The young and strong men snatched the soldiers' weapons one after another, and the smart soldiers simply chose to turn against each other. In fact, most of them woke up and chose to turn against each other. Only a few officers tried to escape. They could surrender to Yang Feng because they knew that Yang Feng could not know their identity and it was impossible to fight with this demon. Surrender first and then escape, as long as they escaped this disaster.

But these local young and strong people are different...

Know the roots and the bottom!

These officers were originally the main job of suppressing the unruly people, including pursuing fugitives. They have been thugs for gentry over the years, and most of them have blood debts. At this time, they and their dog-legged ones, are they waiting to hang a tree branch if they don’t run away?

As a result, after Yang Feng and the Red Turban Army rushed over, a little battle occurred on the Triangle Fort, but the result was no suspense.

The young and strong men who flocked to the crowd almost flooded the Triangle Fort, and any resistance was futile. The officers screamed and fell down in the fierce beating of hoes and sticks. They were beaten to pieces in a blink of an eye. Then they were carried by the angry young and strong men and threw them out of the Triangle Fort. There was still some water in the moat below, but most places turned into mud due to seasonal relationships. These guys were thrown into the mud one by one, like insects, waiting for death to come.

Then, amid the sporadic gunshots behind him, Yang Feng rushed into Macheng.

The people in front of him were all shocked by the sudden sound of gunfire, all looking at him in shock. Opposite him was the eight-carriage sedan chair that hurriedly lifted the curtain. An old man in a python robe looked at him in shock. The latter obviously was going to leave the city, but as soon as he got here, the gunfire sounded, and then he lifted the curtain to come out to see the situation, the two of them looked at each other...

"Bow him to death!"

The old man did not react slowly and shouted without hesitation.

The servants who were guarding him pulled out the flintlock gun as fast as possible, then aimed at Yang Feng and pulled the trigger.

The bullet instantly made a splash of Mars on Yang Feng.

But this set of armor cannot be penetrated even at such a distance, let alone a short gun.

Yang Feng, wearing a mask, dragged his sword forward. The servants who were shooting empty bullets immediately pulled out their whip maces and shouted forward. Yang Feng waved his sword in his hand casually, sweeping these servants away like dispersing a few flies. The old man sat in the sedan chair, trying to keep calm and had a gloomy face. He watched him walk in front of him, Wang Min and others rushed in behind and quickly opened fire to kill the servants beside him, while Yang Feng stopped.

"Liu Shouyou?"

Yang Fengrao looked at the front Jinyiwei's palm print with interest.

In the early years of Wanli, the Jinyiwei hand seal relied on patting Zhang Juzheng and Feng Bao flatteringly. He even kowtowed when he saw Feng Bao as the Jinyiwei hand seal. After Feng Bao fell, he continued to kowtow to Zhang Jing, and then he stole Zhang Juzheng's house until Zhang Jing fell. In addition, he was the one who led the team to search Zhang Juzheng's house.

"Yang Feng?"

The latter said slowly.

His grandfather was Liu Tianhe, the Minister of War in the early years of Jiajing. He made military achievements in his tenure as the governor of the three sides. When his father was given a Jinshi, his three uncles were all dead again. Therefore, as the Changsun, he was directly granted a thousand households of Jinyiwei, and his subsequent military practice was a formality. It has to be said that the depravity of Jinyiwei in the late Ming Dynasty had a lot to do with the emperor's brain. As an institution that specializes in supervising ministers, a large number of people from civil servants were introduced, so that they could also supervise a few ministers.

Collusion is inevitable.

"As your old minister, you do not want to fight for rebellion for the country, but instead accept the rebellion of Hongguang. Today, Yang should kill him for your majesty."

Yang Feng said.

"It's just each other. Are you a loyal minister? If you want to kill, you will kill!"

Liu Shouyou sneered.

"At least I still hold the Wanli year name."

Yang Feng said.

Liu Shouyou was speechless. Indeed, he was at least still under the title of Wanli!

"Do you die, a thief!"

The next moment, Yang Feng shouted excitedly as if he was jealous of his loyal minister, and swept across his hand, instantly cutting the sedan chair in half.

Inside the sedan chair with only half was Liu Shouyou's headless corpse, with blood spraying upwards in the sun, and on both sides of the street opposite, countless people were watching this scene.

Yang Feng, who had finished beheading, slashed the big knife in his hand down, and the knife drill instantly pierced into the stone street, and the remaining blood flowed down the blade...

"I, Yang Feng, the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty."

Yang Feng yelled.

The Red Turban Army, who quickly entered the city behind him, rushed up the city wall under the leadership of Wang Min, and quickly attacked the two angular turrets on the left and right sides. The defenders there did not resist at all. Even if some officers refused to surrender, they fled in a hurry with their confidants. As the hometown of Mei Guozhen, the Minister of War of the Hongguang Dynasty, there is also a brigade-level garrison palace with 4,000 soldiers under them, but they are basically at Hutou Pass, and there are only one thousand central troops here, and the rest are militias.

But the militia had already gone to Huangzhou Fucheng to participate in the attack.

The soldiers who turned against each other and the young and strong also continued to flock in behind Yang Feng.
Chapter completed!