However, this is of no use.

It is unrealistic to call a hundred times and respond. Those numb people are still numb. It is obvious that more than a hundred years of slavery education is very successful. People who are used to being slaves cannot stand up just because of an accident.

There is no difference between them looking at Yang Feng and seeing Jun Qing.

There is only fear in their eyes, but they are absolutely not full of enthusiasm, and there is no respect.

This is normal.

The Qing Dynasty and their allies had already created a set of shackles of thought, a set of shackles that could make people tame for them as cows and horses, and beautify them into morality, and have been repeatedly instilled in people over the past 150 years until people regard this as natural and then forget the true appearance of their ancestors. This is not the Song Dynasty where ministers could stand and discuss issues with the emperor in an almost equal manner, nor is it the Ming Dynasty that allowed Li Zhi to write heretics. This is the honor of ministers who were qualified to call slaves in front of the emperor, and the Qing Dynasty where the breeze was illiterate and could not read, and the heads of people would fall to the ground.

It is not that easy to get the people to stand up in this era.

Yang Feng sighed helplessly.

Then he put down the little loli.

"Who, who is willing to stand up, I'll take you to be heroes for the whole day!"

Standing among the dead bodies of the Qing army everywhere, he looked around and said.

However, no one is there.

Yang Feng turned his head silently and looked at Tianjin City opposite. Then he let out an roar, jumped up and kicked the mast of the canal ship beside him. With a harsh breaking sound, the mast broke directly from the root. At the same time, Yang Feng also landed on another ship. He suddenly turned around and hugged the mast and threw it to the side. While the canal ship was dragged, the entire mast was raised by him, hugged it horizontally in his hand and shouted again, launching an attack on the fortress with a 9-mile circumference not far away.

One person's attack.

The numb crowd behind him finally showed a shocked expression.

Yang Feng, who was running at full speed, arrived in front of Gongbei Gate in a blink of an eye. At this time, the fleeing Qing army had not even fully entered the city. In the terrified eyes of the Qing army, he was holding the mast and swept violently. In the front, blood and flesh splashed. At the same time, a cannon on the city wall spewed out flames. Yang Feng, who had obtained Xiaoqian, moved his position at a very fast speed, avoiding the first round of shooting. Just as the Qing army guarding the city was loading the shotgun in panic, he held the blood-stained mast horizontally and rushed over three hundred meters away for twenty seconds, and rode the front end of the mast to the opposite bank of the moat, then jumped up and jumped up on the city wall like a pole jump. The mast quickly pulled back and fell to the right from mid-air. There was no living person within a range of more than ten meters on the right. The next moment, the mast bounced up and fell to the left with his turn, and then there was no living person on the left.

The green camp guarding the city immediately scattered in horror and screamed.

Yang Feng stood proudly on the Gongbei Gate.

""You are willing to be eternal cowards, or are you willing to be heroes for the whole day!"

He yelled at the outside of the city.

The next moment he jumped off, and the mast in his hand pierced forward, and the city gate immediately opened with the sound of impact.

"Come with me!"

He yelled behind him.

Then he continued to move forward and knocked open the second city gate.

At this time, there were already a group of troops in Tianjin. There were not many defenders in this city. The general of Tianjin Town was under a large territory, but there were only a few battalions of towns in the city. Because of the serious salary, the real defenders were only a few hundred. Nowadays, half of the salary was definitely considered a person. Who wouldn't eat 60% or 70% of the salary was embarrassed to say hello to others. After being killed by Yang Feng, Tianjin City was actually basically disarmed, but there were too many yamen in the city. Tianjin Town, Tianjin Road, Tianjin Prefecture, Tianjin County, Changlu Salt Transportation Office was piled up here, and there were also a lot of yamen in the second-level yamen, such as the experience of the mansion, Tongzhi, academic administration, and river prevention were in chaos. At this time, the monsters who had just burned and killed tens of thousands of people in Beijing suddenly entered the city. These high-ranking yamen were enough to block the road just by escaping.

As for resistance...

Who can resist such a monster?

But this is just a cheaper deal. The escaped officials blocked the streets, so it wouldn't be convenient for him to kill him.

He swung the mast open, just like he was swatting a fly along the street. He saw the team wearing official uniforms smashing it directly. In a blink of an eye, the street was bleeding, but even so, no one of the fleeing officials stopped to resist.

Yang Feng could have felt the feeling of the British and French coalition forces. While the people on both sides were watching, he was like killing a group of little lambs, killing these big men who were usually tall and arrogant. The majestic big men sitting in the lobby of the yamen were also letting him slaughter like sheep. It was not only the people who had been slaves, but even the slaves themselves were slaves. The entire Qing Dynasty had actually become a slave era. Kneeling is the truth, standing heresy, even kneeling against the enemy, but those people were shocked. For the first time, they discovered that these big men who were afraid of in the past were actually so strong and the middle were fought. Soon even the cheers appeared on both sides. Similarly, the people on the docks at Gongbei Gate behind him also appeared. These ordinary people were like watching a show, watching Yang Feng keep killing in the city without any concern, as if they were people from another world.

But soon they stopped watching.

Because Yang Feng hit the Changlu Salt Transportation Office.

When the long reed salt transporter was slapped on the ground by a mast and turned into cakes, several rascals finally couldn't help it.

What is this place?

This is the richest place in Tianjin. There are countless silver stored in the more than 200 warehouses of the Changlu Salt Transportation Order. The Changlu Salt Site, which controls the Qing Dynasty, is one of the lifelines of wealth. Although it is not as rich as the Yangzhou salt merchants created by Lianghuai Salt, the Changlu Salt Salt Merchants also spend money like soil. As their manager, it goes without saying what the Changlu Salt Merchants mean. Several bold rogues finally couldn't resist the temptation of snowflakes and silver. Just after Yang Feng killed the salt transporter, they first ran in with dead bodies and blood everywhere, and then carried out heavy silver in their pockets.

"Young and young men, you are brave enough to starve the timids to death. Silver, this is silver, one treasury and one treasury!"

A roared like a thug.

Suddenly, it was like a flood that broke through the dam. The people who were originally watching the fun rushed to the salt transport yamen with fanatical shouts. In the blink of an eye, they flooded the warehouse full of wealth like an ants, and carried the wealth that was exploited by the government merchants with monopoly power and squeezed out of them like carnival. Then more and more people joined the ranks, and even soon the news spread outside Tianjin City. More and more poor people forgot the consequences and everything under the temptation of money, and flocked to Tianjin City to join the carnival.

They are too poor.

They had almost never eaten enough, and they had no clothes even covered. They worked as hard as cattle and horses, ploughed hard in the farmland, pulled heavy canals on the canal, and carried heavy goods on the docks that could not even stand up. However, they could only struggle in the sluggish mud of poverty for generations, almost never hope, almost forever struggling in the dark, growing like humble weeds and dying like humble weeds.

History never records them.

People who write history always disdain them, and perhaps they will give them a despicable name when they try to stand up...

Troubled people.

But most of the time they are just ants.

But today, the power of the ant people exploded.

Countless people who surged into Tianjin City rushed into the government offices, the mansions of Changlu Salt Merchants, and even the Qianlong Palace, emptied all their property, gold, silver, grain, cloth and even salt, and fired everywhere in the chaos, and countless killings spread in the chaos. When those people could rob the emperor's palace, killing a few corrupt officials with great public resentment was naturally indispensable. Soon the city no longer needed Yang Feng, and everything was going on. As arsonist, he ignited the fire in the simplest and most direct way. After blowing up the imperial city of the Qing Dynasty, he immediately destroyed the most important source of wealth in the north of the Qing Dynasty.

Tianjin is ruined.

The city was burning in the fire he lit.

"Where can there be a new life without death? Without a fire that cleanses all the dirt, how can there be a new era? Burn, kill, and make this storm come more violently!"

Yang Feng shouted on the Drum Tower with his arms wide open.

"I want to crush this demon man's bones and throw them into ashes!"

At this time, the Qing emperor Aisin Gioro Hongli was also standing in the palace in Beijing, roaring.

Because he escaped this disaster in the palace in Nanyuan at that time. He returned to Beijing until the city was almost cleaned up. Then he almost fainted as soon as he entered the inner city. Even though the ministers had to repair it to the greatest extent, what was still devastated in front of him was still full of devastation. Especially the shocking ruins in the northwest corner of the imperial city were like sucking his face over and over again, and the dead body of his son. The head that was pulled down and reinstalled looked so dazzling, and the bad news of his beloved daughter. Sixty-five years of joy were met with the beloved daughter. His love for Princess Hexiao was extremely seldom seen by a low-level concubine who gave birth to a daughter and the same title as the queen gave birth to a daughter. Qianlong, who was also a man in this way, naturally knew what would happen if such a girl fell into the hands of the demon.

It can be said that Qianlong at this time had reached the point where a volcanic eruption was completely at the point of a volcanic eruption.

With his roar, a group of messengers rushed out of Beijing and rushed to the governors and generals in various places in Shandong, Zhili, and with his imperial edicts and anger, they summoned the defenders of the Qing Dynasty, gathered green camps from all over the country, and summoned regular soldiers from this country. At the same time, the vanguard camps, cavalry camps, and other offspring of all the land conquerors around Beijing, rode on a small number of horses like their ancestors, holding a soft number of cow horn bow, dragging their favorite cannons, carrying their equally favorite bird guns, and pouring out of Beijing with hatred and anger, and rushed to Tianjin to cut Yang Feng into pieces.

Well, this is useless.

Hongli had already issued an order to catch Yang Feng and poured it on hot turbulent oil.

Speaking of the hardcore crops in Beijing, their hatred for Yang Feng is like the surging Yellow River.

The losses in Beijing have been counted out. In addition to the fifteenth prince Yongyan, who was pulled off his head and hung in Zhengyang Gate and Princess Hexiao was abducted, there were hundreds of prince Zhuang's family who were killed. Because his family was closest to Xishiku, the explosion also flattened his family while blowing up the city wall. The eight mansions of the nobles of Beile or above were burned down, and one Beile was killed and burned to death, two Dukes of Zhenguo, two Dukes of the auxiliary state, and one Prince Guo Yongtu was seriously injured. It is estimated that it will not last a few days. More than 80 of these below clans died, and 4,782 hard-core crops in the entire Beijing city died, and 8,675 people were injured. The reason why it was so large was mainly because during the Xishiku explosion, a large number of soldiers under the guard camp and the nine-men admiral were all on the wall of the Xi'an Gate and outside the city wall. As a result, thousands of people were taken away by the explosion.

As for property losses, they are immeasurable.

One-third of Beijing's inner city has been in fire, centered on Sishku, and everything within a surrounding radius of more than half a mile has been leveled.

All the materials hoarded by Xishiku were turned into coke, and the homes of tens of thousands of bannermen were completely destroyed.

At this time, the Eight Banners Army's eyes were green, and they all wanted to bite a piece of Yang Fengfei's meat to eat. The Prince Taibao, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace, and the First-class Duke Agui personally supervised the army. More than 50,000 troops rushed towards Tianjin in a fierce manner.

But their trip was destined to have no meaning.

Because Yang Feng left Tianjin immediately.

He is a firebringer.

But he is an irresponsible arsonist.

He would not lead the people of Tianjin to play any bases, and the people of Tianjin would not play with him. After looting almost all the government warehouses and salt merchants in Tianjin, the people who flocked to Tianjin to participate in the carnival left like they were surging, and then disappeared into countless remote areas. These were just for money and just to give out a gust of bad tempers that they had accumulated on weekdays, but they could only be heroes for a day, and it was impossible for them to geming with Yang Feng.

It is just right to steal something and disappear.

Anyway, the whole of Tianjin is in chaos, who knows who participated in this carnival?

At worst, they would come back when Yang Feng left. At that time, they were still good people. Although there would definitely be unlucky people to be investigated and beheaded, most ordinary people would not have any trouble. It is not rare to grab grain in the year of famine. Those ordinary people understand this very well.

Of course, Yang Feng also understands this.
Chapter completed!