Chapter 150 I will attack you

The lobby of the Jinyiwei North Town Fushi was empty. Under the map of the tiger going down the mountain, Yang Ling sat sideways on a white tiger-skinned golden chair, and ten iron guards who came to Beijing stood on the left and right, still moving as a mountain.

After drinking a mouthful of tea from Jiangnan, the woman picked the best rain tea with her tongue and roasted her breasts. Yang Ling comfortably raised her legs. Although she had been secretly alert and was cautious in her own right, she felt very comfortable to hold on to power.

"Wake up and hold the murder sword, lie down on the beautiful knees drunk" is nothing more than that? When talking about the beauty, Yang Ling sat on the soft and cotton-woven tiger-skin chair, and suddenly thought of Dailouer and Gao Wenxin with his chin. They only brought forty guards and attracted 24,500 Dongchang men like wolves. No accident would happen?

I felt a little uneasy, but I remembered that there were more than a thousand roads to enter and leave the capital, and the East Factory could not use local governments and officers and soldiers to separate the troops to guard each place. The forty guards who were selected from one hundred should be able to keep them safe and sound, not to mention that there was a resourceful and capable second-level head who could adapt to the situation.

If it is really not good, they can retreat to Shijiazhuang, where there is a guard. Qianhu Chief is the brother of Shao Jiewu, the envoy of the Southern Fufu. Now the two factories are in private and have no right to use the army. However, Dailouer has the token of Shao Zhenfu on her body. If she retreats to Shijiazhuang, they can still protect her. The overall situation in the capital is certain, so the men have to look for the scenery and their danger can be relieved. Thinking of this, Yang Ling calmed down again.

The fourth guard who reported the news rushed into the hall again and saluted: "Report to the factory supervisor, the head of the army has already entered Dong'anmen."

Yang Ling's eyes flashed and handed the teacup aside. A man reached out to take it. Yang Ling sat up straight and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on over the East Factory?"

The guard replied: "When the lights are in and out, the rogues are still in and out frequently. But in half an hour, the door is closed and there is no movement."

Yang Ling thought for a while and said, "Dongchang went out to monitor the hidden stakes of Gao Laozhuang? No one returned?"

The guard smiled and responded: "Yes! The big-headed man is moving quickly, and all the spies from the East Factory who are shocked to find something wrong and want to repay are all killed by our people."

Yang Ling nodded, and the fighting boots outside the door were "crowning". Wu Jie and Peng Jizu strode in. Yang Ling was happy and without waiting for the two of them to bow down, he quickly grabbed over and supported him and said, "Old Wu, Brother Peng, everything is right?"

Wu Jie responded respectfully: "Yes, everything is arranged by the factory supervisor. All the officials, Delu and Feng Tang, are deploying troops to surround the East Factory."

Peng Jizu said with a gaze: "Sir, since you left Beijing, we have been very angry with those bastards. If we say we still have the right to inspect them, not to mention those big-headed soldiers, I almost burst into my lungs. This time I can finally deal with them."

Yang Ling smiled slightly and asked, "Where is the thing?"

Peng Jizu said with a hug and a tummy: "Well, everyone is piled up in the yard, I left 300 people to listen to it. However... The Dongchang Manzi was usually only responsible for the investigation and was ordered to take people. Most of the weapons were swords and guns, and there were not even a few crossbows. It is said that there are many high-rise people in the Eastchang. No matter how high he jumps, can he still compete with our powerful crossbows, long bows, muskets and cannons? What are the lords preparing these things for?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "There are still 8,000 fans in the East Factory, among which there are many heroes recruited from the world. If you want him to fight with our army, it is to hit the stone with eggs, but if you escape in the chaos, it is not easy to intercept them. We must encircle them in the East Factory and not let them run around."

"Besides, what about war? Of course, the smaller the casualties, the better. The soldiers are inconsistent. They don't have to fight hard!" He slapped Peng Jizu's shoulder and laughed: "Today, we will eliminate the East Factory. This governor is a 'chemical warfare', 'fire weapon warfare', 'heart attack warfare', and 'propaganda warfare'. Take your big knife and follow me to the roof to see the fun!"

Peng Jizu said inexplicably: "What kind of chemistry, publicity? I have been in charge of soldiers for half my life. Why have I never heard of it?"

Wu Jie was a little strange when he heard this term when he was in Jinling. He had asked Yang Ling, so he smiled at Peng Jizu: "Have you seen the Feitian Divine Fire Poison Dragon Spear in the army? The chemical warfare that the adults mentioned is similar to this poisonous dragon spear."

The Ming army invented the Earth Flying Divine Fire Poison Dragon Spear sometimes tied to the rocket under the tip of the gun. When facing the enemy, ignite the rocket and kill the enemy. If the enemy is hidden in a cave or in a high house, you can also tie a spicy and smoky medicine on the top and then lift it into it and force the enemy to dizzy or escape. Only then did Peng Jizu understand this explanation.

However, this weapon is not very useful and powerful, so Peng Jizu was confined to his habits and never expected that this urban street fighting could be used in large quantities to avoid large-scale head-on conflicts.

Yang Ling had this idea, but it was caused by the fact that he was choked to death at Luoyan Beach. He still remembered it fresh. This time, each soldier carried a big bag. Not only did he carry a lot of smoke and spicy and choking things, but he also had to prescribe a prescription for Gao Wenxin and prepared many Chinese herbal medicines that were confused and made the body soft.

Yangling climbed to the roof of a house. The ordinary houses in the north were all raised in the shape of a raised roof, and this one was no exception. Later, it was covered with a roof above the courtyard to form a wooden platform. Beizhen Fushi and Dongjishi Factory lived next to each other. Except for these two houses, no one was willing to be neighbors with them. It was empty and convenient for the inside factory to take action.

There was an open space between the two yards, and the moon was as bright as water. Yangling saw that many officers and soldiers had surrounded the Dongjishi Factory. There were few people in the inner factory, and the Dongjian Courtyard was extremely large. If you forcibly attacked, there would inevitably be a blocking gap. If you guard outside like this, you would be able to keep the wind and rain, ensuring that no one would be missed.

Yang Ling nodded, Peng Jizu waved to a monk, took his arch and shot a sound arrow with his own hands. The sharp roar broke through the wind. Yang Ling was at the same position as the wind. Many officials lit the packages they carried, ran and threw over the wall more than ten feet high, and the "chemical warfare" began.

In the small hall on the left side of the East Factory Lobby, Fan Ting sat under the large plaque "Loyalty for the Country", his face was as heavy as water, without saying a word. All seven large heads sat on the lower heads, and these cruel officials who killed people without blinking were like docile cats in front of the factory. They were completely invisible to see their usual domineering and arrogant attitude.

Fan Ting was silent for a while before he said gloomy: "The lock in the palace was locked two hours in advance, and four groups of people were sent, but he couldn't even find out any news. Look, what happened in the palace?"

The big boss Song Shijun hesitated and said, "Duke, today the three dukes and nine ministers and more than 100 Beijing officials wrote a letter together to force the emperor to kill Yang Ling and Bahu. The palace suddenly locked the palace. Is it because the emperor was timid and didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so..."

The second-end head Balong's triangular eyes shot wildly, and he was polite to intercept the boss's words and said: "The big-end head is probably wrong. Even if the emperor locks the palace, the people in the Silijian will not be able to deliver the news, let alone all the underground palace defense departments have our people installed it in it.

There is no movement in the palace now. Our people used various methods to contact the four gates, without saying a word. In my opinion, it is probably not that there is no news about the Silijian, but that they can't even spread it if they want to."

The officials of the Jishi Factory were not arranged according to the court's rank and number of positions. They were all set by the factory owner themselves. Fan Ting did not set up the same rank, but were ranked in order. Gan Jingtang, the fourth rank, was moved by Qu Ran, and said in disbelief: "How is this possible? The emperor has such a courage? The inner court and the outer court have joined forces. He dared to capture all the father-in-laws of the Silijian at all costs? Besides...... Does he have any soldiers available? Fan Ting in the West Factory is not a fool, so how can he obey orders?"

Fan Ting said thoughtfully: "The young emperor, with a strong heart and a reckless Hu Wei, is not impossible. If he issues strict orders, Miao Kui is not a fellow traveler in our country. How dare he not obey the imperial edict?"

"Well..., just in case, I will send some more horses to observe the movements in the capital, and everyone else stayed in the factory and did not move rashly." He sneered and said, "What if the emperor has mastered the palace city? If the palace gate still does not open tomorrow morning, we will forcibly break into the palace under the name of a change in the palace and quelling chaos."

Zhou Qifeng, the sixth-level head, hesitated and said: "Main, could it be that Bahu, after hearing the news, the dog rushed to jump over the wall to lock the palace? Or... Yang Ling has secretly returned to Beijing?"

Fan Ting was stunned, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "No. When we heard that Wang Qiong was killed, we immediately secretly set up people. If Yang Ling returned to Beijing, the inner factory, the Weiwu Bo Mansion and the imperial palace would have all taken a look? Moreover, under our provocation these days, the inner factory retreated step by step, without any movement, and did not seem to have a backbone..."

He said this, his expression still became a little uneasy. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up and said, "Give a quick order to recall all the people sent out of the capital. Also, Qifeng, you go to the Pacification Department immediately and ask Admiral Zhang and Mu Zhenfu to mobilize the Jinyiwei of the towns around him to return to the capital. Now we are holding Mount Tai to suppress the eggs, so we can't take care of so many, so let Yang Ling step into this dragon and tiger den by himself."

Zhou Qifeng stood up and said, "Yes, obey the order!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a noise came from outside. Someone coughed and shouted, "It's gone, it's gone, it's so smokey, cough cough cough cough..."

Fan Ting said angrily: "Where is the fire? Go and have a look!"

The two slings quickly got up and rushed out of the door. As soon as they arrived at the lobby, a light smoke was pouring in. The faint slings were smelling spicy and pungent. The seventh slings Sha Hongxu ran out of the door with his nose covered his nose and saw some fans running towards the smoke floating in the wind, and asked, "Where is the fire? Cough cough cough..."

This moment made him cry and cough for a while, and his intuition became dizzy. Sha Hongxu was originally a thief, and occasionally did some flowers picking with fragrance and jade. Now that he has not picked up his old business for a long time, he has become a little careless. At this moment, he felt that the smoke was not like a fire, so he suddenly came over and shouted: "No! This is someone who sets out poisonous smoke, be wary quickly to prevent... cough cough, someone attacks... cough... in..."

On Dong'anmen Street, ten cannons were lined up across the street, and the black muzzle was facing the main entrance of the Dongchang. The second-level head Feng Tang was dressed in military uniform, still as if he was in the Shenji Camp. His face was quiet and he looked at the closed gate and shouted loudly: "The cannon is fired flat, and the solid bullet is applied, and there is ten of gunpowder!"

The bullet hands held up the large iron ball and put it into the cannon barrel. The gunpowder hands used a long-handed wooden hammer to pound the gunpowder. The gunpowder hands set up the cannon and ignited the fire. Ten violent explosions followed one after another, and the dark subway balls popped out. Wood chips, stone tiles, and broken bricks flew everywhere. The towering and tall land in front of them collapsed, and most of the tiles on both sides collapsed.

Half of Chen Chongdi's pear wood gate flew up for a long time, landed in the empty alley half inside and outside, smashed to pieces, and the two squatting lions on the ground were also smashed beyond recognition.

This solid bullet has a long range and low direct lethality. It was originally a weapon specially used to capture cities and plunder the land. Its power is fully utilized at such a close distance. The dust and smoke in front of it filled the air, but in front of it, we had already seen the lobby of the Dongji Factory and some dull animals in front.

The crossbowmen on both sides pointed the sharp arrows at the store. But no one rushed out. These murderous actors had never seen the power of such heavy artillery before, and they would not have thought that one day they would face its threat directly with flesh and blood. The actors exposed to the cannons even forgot to escape. They just stared at them stupidly.

Feng Tang suddenly realized the situation in front of him. He continued to execute the command of the big head meticulously and shouted loudly: "The cannon fires upwards, and the thunderbolt blooms, and the gunpowder is 90%!"

The ground shivered, and ten thunderbolt bombs passed over the silence like a scattered flower of a celestial girl, and smashed into the factory. A violent explosion sounded. The silence in front of the gate seemed to wake up from a dream, and immediately ran away in all directions, crying in the bitter and choking smoke, looking for a way out.

The cannon was flat again at Feng Tang's instructions, and this time it was played with the "Storm Bee". This kind of shotgun with a maximum range of only one mile is the most lethal weapon of the Ming cannon. Several liters of lead-iron iron alloy ground balls were poured into the cannon barrel. If there were any heroes like "Yunzhonghe" and "Fengtian Harrier" who dared to rush out, it would be strange if they didn't immediately turn into "Firebird".

After the left sentry army of Shenji Camp was changed to the officers and soldiers of the internal factory, the army no longer had large combat firearms. He should have taken back the heavy artillery and other weapons. When the left sentry army was still the emperor's personal army, he dragged the heavy artillery to Gaolaozhuang. Because it was later changed to the internal factory. Yang Ling was busy "expanding territory" and had no time to return the heavy weapons. Due to his identity in front of the emperor, Shenji Camp did not dare to come to ask for it on his own initiative, and it was very useful at this time.

However, this was the last batch of ammunition, and most of it was spent on martial arts in the mountains. However, no one dared to escape from the main gate after this deterrence.

The moment the gate was knocked down, Hong Shaxu and others had already supported Fan Ting and fled in a hurry, gathering a group of remaining soldiers to pounce on the smoke. The Chinese medicine with the effect of a mysterious god was burned by the fire, and the medicinal properties were greatly reduced, so they could no longer fascinate these people, but it somewhat affected the sensitivity of the people. In addition, those spicy things choked the throat and the nose were burning, and a group of fans who were crying and coughing so much that their lungs were almost choked out before they found the source of the thick fireworks, but they were shot back by the inner factory fans who had already climbed to the wall with arrows.

This is Yang Ling's strict order, to minimize casualties among the army, to avoid direct hand-to-hand combat, and not give them the opportunity to escape.

A burst of cannons knocked out his door, followed by a rain of arrows and countless casualties, but they didn't even see the other party's appearance. The smoke became thicker and thicker, but they didn't know who the enemy was, how many people there were, and how many of the enemy's purpose.

Weapons are inferior to people, morale is inferior to people. He has always been arrogant and thinks that he is the first to be the best of the Heavenly King, and he is second to the East Factory. For the first time, he discovered that if someone dares to insult their authority, then they will be vulnerable at all.

Fan Ting covered his mouth and nose with a warm towel, and said in a trembling voice: "What's going on? Did the emperor transfer troops? Is it the Beijing camp or the regiment camp? These bastards and generals, eating ours and taking ours, actually took action."

Balong said anxiously: "Master, we gathered our troops to fight out from the south. The alley is very narrow. When we pass through it, we will enter the house as soon as we rush out of the forest. Cough cough cough... No matter how many soldiers and horses he has, he can't hold us."

There were still eight thousand fans in the East Factory, but Yang Ling's attack was the best in this battle, and he had to attack fiercely, and no one showed his identity or purpose. This caused Fan Ting and others to feel heavy psychological pressure. He could only think about the bad things and could never have any sign of resistance.

Song Shijun applauded when he heard this and said, "Mainland, the smoke is everywhere now, and it is not enough to organize a team to fight back. It's better to concentrate on the number of people in the area and rush out first."

Fan Ting was scheming in the officialdom, but he had no experience in dealing with such a scene. He had long lost his mind. He heard this and asked everyone to quickly scrub the troops. After a while, more than 3,000 people were gathered. He held a sword and rushed straight to the south courtyard wall.

The smoke gradually faded here, and the vaguely tearful men were excited. There were three gateways under the wall of the South Courtyard, which were usually locked. As long as you cut open the iron lock and rush out of the alley, you can get rid of the sky.

A clearing was originally a martial arts venue for Dongchang fans, but at this time there were neat rows of torches. The torches were held in the hands of people. Nearly a hundred strange people stood on the ground, and the torches reflected their cold faces.

The people who ran over saw a row of people holding torches from afar. They were all bloated, and one person seemed to have become as wide as three people. When they ran a hundred meters away, they found that these people were wearing iron helmets. They were carrying a concave box on their backs, and their bodies were just nested inside the concave shape.

There were sharp arrows in the north and artillery at the main entrance. They had no expectation that there would be no ambush in the south gate. But when they went out here, there was a short alley and woods, the only way to escape from the terrifying killing gods. The red eyes of the monks raised the steel knives in their hands, shouted desperately, and rushed towards these a hundred people.

As we got closer, nearly a hundred people holding torches suddenly turned around. The Dongchang men were stunned, confused and ignorant of joy. They rushed over frantically under the crowd of people behind them.

Somewhere, the first ignition light appeared, and then the second, third, straight, curved, and oblique angled. Like a fire meteor, thousands of rockets were densely spraying fire at the tails and shot in a swarm.

How romantic and brilliant are the shooting stars in the sky in the night?

But this glory is here to reap lives. The people who rushed to the front were the first to be hit and were immediately penetrated by arrows. The bodies of dozens of arrows in their bodies. As the tail of the rocket was still advancing, the body that rushed forward flew backwards.

A man held a steel knife and watched helplessly as he was still extorting together in the morning, playing with women at noon, and drinking together at night, with fire-ridden arrows flying back from his side with his eyes, mouth, throat, and lower abdomen. A terrifying scream had not yet come out, and a rocket that flew over in a skeleton was running in from his temples, and the arrow came out from the other end.

An ordinary wooden box was made on the mountain, made by military craftsmen, and a hole-like baffle in front. This was a rocket that Yang Ling instructed to use the "Hundred Tigers Running Arrows" in the army as a basket map when he was training in the back mountain of Gaolaozhuang. It was low-cost, easy to manufacture, easy to carry, and throw it away after use. It was purely a disposable weapon.

Although this rocket solves the defect of slow loading of muskets, the Arrow Rocket has limited carrying capacity and a short range, and the accuracy is not even more accurate. Considering the soldiers' weight-bearing ability, only 75 arrows per box are included, but it is an extremely sharp weapon for fighting such bad battles.

After the rocket was launched, more than a thousand people were lying on their backs. Some people were still experiencing Mars on their rockets. They could pierce a red iron branch into the prisoner's thigh without hesitation. The executioners who watched him call wildly and chatted and laughed were stunned. The most popular ones were pouring boiling water on the prisoner and then brushing the flesh and blood layer by layer with an iron brush to reveal the white bones were stunned.

Excessive fear actually makes people lose their desire to escape. When they saw the torches throwing the boxes and throwing the torches away and running into the darkness, its owner couldn't help but let out a creeping scream from his throat and rushed forward at a faster speed.

The poor fans were like a woman blocked by a small insect in a dead end. They were extremely frightened and wanted to escape from the distance immediately, but they were stomping on it uncontrollably.

However, under the dark shadow of the high wall, a row of torches were lit up, and the people who were running over hurriedly hid into the darkness, and another row of people stood there like nails, each of them still carrying a box on their backs.

The players finally collapsed, and they immediately turned around and fled backward. If someone just blocked his way and blocked his escape, the crazy knife would slash up hard. They didn't have the courage to turn around, but their minds were full of scenes of thousands of arrows shooting, and they were full of miserable figures of sharp arrows shooting all over their bodies and faces with sharp arrows and dead bodies.

Fear was like a contagious plague. The players ran back at twice as fast as when they rushed over. The players who followed him saw nothing when they heard the news, but were stunned by their ghostly appearance and the uncontrollable screams in their throats, and ran wildly behind them.

At this time, countless voices from all directions roared in uniform voices: "According to the emperor, the inner factory will take people, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

The inner factory man rushed into the Dongchang to get people. He sent only 400 people in. More than 6,000 Dongchang men with no faces were obedient like lambs. He was guarding dozens of people, and hundreds of Dongchang men had no idea of ​​resisting.

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

Peng Jizu laughed and said, "Sir, I also expected that the people in the East Factory were not our opponents, but I didn't expect that they were so vulnerable. His grandmother's name was, even though the East Factory was so fierce, he was like a little girl with no power to tie a chicken. The man would do whatever he wanted, and they could only bear it."

Seeing that Yang Ling was very satisfied with the results of the battle, Lian Delu couldn't help but laugh and said with a funny smile: "You can only bear it? You can only bear it. At least you don't have to worry about being impotence, hahahaha..., don't be proud of your old Peng. If it weren't for the factory supervisor's trick, you just do it with your own will, and maybe you would have joked about the girls from the East Factory."

After the two of them laughed loudly, Yang Ling couldn't make such vulgar jokes. He stood up and said to Wu Jie who had been standing calmly and calmly, "Old Wu, I'll leave the rest to you, and everything is ready?"

Wu Jie nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir, let the people from the East Factory look and search out from Fan Ting's room."

Yang Ling nodded, tightly said with a cloak on his body: "Okay, then I'll leave the matter to you. I'll go and meet Cheng Erzhangtou now."

Wu Jie chuckled softly: "When sir, sir, return to Beijing, should you tell your wife and the others to greet him?"

Yang Ling stopped and thought for a while and laughed: "Forget it, don't do this drama, too much is not enough."

Peng Jizu and Lian Delu had already received the order from Wu Jie that the Lord of the East Factory would still have to leave Beijing secretly, so when he saw Yang Ling get up, he hurriedly welcomed him. Yang Ling said, "Brother Peng, Brother Lian, I will lead my troops to the East Factory tonight. I will trouble you in the affairs in the Beijing area."

Yang Ling walked down the stairs and heard Peng Jizu give a vicious order to the personal army beside him on the platform: "Let's go, go to Dongchang with me, watch my eyes, let the person who should disappear, and let him disappear with a little clever hand!"

Yang Ling stopped, held the railing and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and breathed a faint sigh: "What should be killed, I finally have to raise the butcher's knife. In such a career in officialdom, it is not easy to be cautious in one's own self-righteous life?
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