The first person to come out was a descendant of the Ye family, a small local clan, named Ye Mengqi.
He was not only a well-known talent in Anlu, but also a relatively successful businessman.
He was a somewhat famous figure in the local area, and he also had the reputation of being a scholar. .
He was neatly dressed and in good spirits.
He seemed not to be affected by the chaos last night.
He stood in front of the team and began to use Anlu dialect to promote the people in the palace.
"You only earn so much food and salary a month, so you can't commit the crime of working for King Xing.
The law is equal, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior.
As long as you open the door of the palace, you can share a share of the property in the palace.
The unfair king values fairness.
Words are like mountains, and a promise is worth a thousand dollars.
As long as you surrender, you will be our brothers, regardless of whether you are close or distant.
In the future, you can become a hero of the founding of the country and seal the territory. " Since Ye Mengqi is an excellent businessman, his eloquence is naturally quite good, and his words are very reasonable and provocative.
And tried to use nostalgia to break up and divide the people of the Yiwei Department.
"Yang Chengzu is not from Anlu and has no feelings for Anlu.
My Ye family has lived in Anlu for several generations.
Everyone knows me, knows my father, and some people know my grandfather.
Anlu people will not cheat Anlu people.
Yes, as long as you open the door, I guarantee everyone’s safety.”
"Anlu Prefecture has been destroyed, and Anlu Camp has rebelled.
How long can a mere palace hold out?
If we continue to resist, after breaking the palace, no chickens or dogs will be left behind.
We will do what we say."
There was silence in the palace.
No one could hear the curse in return, and no one spoke.
There was no one firing arrows or muskets.
Yang Chengzu lay behind the palace wall and muttered in a low voice: "Let me tell you, if these people don't have an internal agent, it will be difficult to achieve anything.
And this internal agent should be a decent person, whether it is these people joining the army, or the delivery of weapons, and personnel It would be difficult to do it on your own.
There must be a capable local person helping them.
It turns out that he is also a gentry, but he turned out to be a thief. " Hao Qingqing said: "Master, do you want me to shoot him to death?"
"Of course it would be nice to shoot him to death, but he is too far away and your arrow may not be able to reach him.
So don't say anything and wait until he gets closer.
The firearmsman is ready to bring over a few accurate rifles."
The new ordnance Mrs.
Qian got from Prince Ning was something Yang Chengzu was very familiar with.
It turned out to be ten matchlock guns.
His historical knowledge was limited, and he didn't know when the matchlock gun originally appeared in the Ming Dynasty.
However, from the ordnance he came into contact with, there was no such thing in the regular firearm sequence of the Ming Dynasty.
As a rebel king, King Ning actually had a matchlock gun to use.
He always felt that after Ning Fan's rebellion, there seemed to be a shadow of the White Lotus Sect.
This matchlock gun was probably the handiwork of Zhao Quan.
Compared with the divine fire gun, the matchlock gun has the advantages of being easier to load and fire, and has a higher hit rate.
The guards quickly gave it the nickname of "quasi-head gun".
Of the ten muskets, there were six in the inner palace, and four on his side.
Four accurate guns were mobilized, ready to find the right time to give Ye Mengqi a good basin.
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The burning smoke cannot deceive people, Ye Mengqi discovered When he saw the thick smoke, he knew that they must be preparing firearms, but they did not flinch.
Instead, they puffed up their chests and took a few steps forward.
As a scholar, Ye Mengqi resolutely joined the rebel side.
Of course, Ye Mengqi has what is called great perseverance and great character.
This kind of betrayal not only has the spirit of a businessman's gambling and adventure, but also some considerations that he thinks are thoughtful.
King Ning's attitude to Zhengde is at least very similar to King Yan's attitude to Jianwen.
If it succeeds this time, the Ye family will be the heroes of Conglong.
In the future, not only Anlu, but also the entire Huguang, will be considered a famous family.
If you want to achieve great things, you have to make sacrifices, and life is also part of the sacrifice.
He knew the Ming Dynasty's firearms very well.
Not many people liked to use the so-called divine fire guns even for hunting, and their accuracy was very poor.
Those who can be hit by this thing are mostly due to bad luck and have nothing to do with the shooter.
Even with the igniter in Prince Xing's palace, a single volley might not really be able to hit him.
If he showed enough courage on such an occasion, he would be considered a figure in the rebel army in the future.
The purpose of psychological warfare is to show your fearless spirit.
If you can't do it without fear of death, how can you make these soldiers believe in you?
As he walked forward, he preached about the benevolence and righteousness of the rebels.
Yang Chengzu said: "There are individuals who betray the class.
There is no class that betrays the class.
I really agree with Shi Jinliang and the others.
Send him on his way.
Come and scold him."
A few men with loud voices here, holding tin trumpets, hid behind the wall and began to curse.
These ceremonial soldiers were not literati, and they were no match for literati like Ye Mengqi when it came to verbal sparring.
The content of their scoldings was also quite unbearable.
For example, all the women in the Ye family have been slept with by the rebels.
Ye Mengqi's head is now as green as green.
Among the rebels behind him, there are countless friends of his, even cheap men.
Maybe while he was working here, someone was sleeping with his wife and concubines behind him.
Ye Mengqi was furious after being scolded.
He took a few steps forward and began to argue point by point, maintaining the glorious image of the rebels.
But when it comes to one party spreading rumors and the other party refuting them, the party refuting the rumors is always in a passive state.
After all, those who spread the rumors can do whatever they want, while those who refute the rumors can only be passive defensive.
Unknowingly, he was getting closer and closer to the palace wall.
The woman in red beside Shi Jinliang suddenly said: "Prince Shi, is Mr.
Ye?"
"Let him come back."
Shi Jinliang narrowed his eyes and discovered the danger.
But as soon as his order was passed on, a red flag was waved on the palace wall, and a rapid and intensive drum beat sounded.
The cowhide war drum was beaten, and more than twenty firearms poked their heads out from the wall, without even allowing anyone to react, there was a burst of thunder and thunder.
"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" The sound of explosions echoed in everyone's ears, and black smoke filled the palace walls, as if King Xing, who believed in spiritual practice during his lifetime, had really mastered the magic and came back to protect his wife and family.
Under the palace wall, Ye Mengqi fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and his hands pointed forward, as if he wanted to say something, perhaps to defend himself and the force he loyally maintained.
Bar.
The real deadly thing was not the firearms.
Even among the four accurate guns, none of them hit the target.
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A wolf-fang arrow penetrated directly from his mouth and passed out from the back of his neck.
The man was almost nailed to the ground.
The blood gradually spread under him.
"Dog officer, kill my brother and harm my siblings.
When the city is destroyed, I will kill your whole family."
Shi Jinliang suddenly changed his color, brandished the short spear in his hand, and almost led the team to charge forward.
On the palace wall, the ceremonial soldiers stood up and cheered.
Yang Chengzu held an iron trumpet in his hand and shouted to Shi Jinliang: "I'm waiting for you here, waiting to chop off your head and put it on the flagpole for public display.
This Anlu It belongs to the Ming court, not you."
The two people's eyes collided across the battlefield with countless soldiers and soldiers.
Like two martial arts masters dueling in the air, sparks flew and a battle about siege and persistence, attack and defense, ideals and loyalty kicked off
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