Da Ming started to ascend the throne

Chapter 377 Kong Sheng's Shield

While Qinglong Yuhuatian suppressed the turmoil in Jinling and Wuxi.

On the other hand, under the leadership of Cao Zhengchun, they rushed to Suzhou Mansion to start the campaign.

This great eunuch was ruthless, slippery and bad, and caused the gentry in Suzhou Mansion to suffer a lot, and the turmoil was soon suppressed by him and him.

Li Dakai, the commander of the Zhejiang capital, is also a fan of Zhu Youjian. When he heard that the rogues were besieging the capital, he dared to take hundreds of family members to the capital to Qinwang.

Of course, this time was no exception. As soon as Zhu Youjian's imperial decree arrived, Li Dakai immediately opened fire and killed people mercilessly.

Huguang He Tengjiao also did not disappoint Zhu Youjian. All the rebels were killed and more than 1000 people were arrested.

The main battlefields for the suppression of the southern gentry this time were still in Jinling and Wuxi.

It can be said that there are only literati here but no emperor, and one can imagine how powerful the gentry is.

The gentry who rebelled in Nanjing were suppressed by Jin Yiwei and the army led by Qinglong, and many of them were killed forcefully.

Some of the remaining people fled into the Confucian Temple, which was their agreed final gathering place.

There are a lot of their servants here, almost fully armed to protect the gentry, they think that everything will be fine after entering the Confucius Temple.

Seeing the rioters entering the Confucian Temple, Qinglong just wanted to command the army to rush in.

Suddenly found that inside the Confucian Temple, some people were actually holding Vulcan guns, ready to ignite and shoot at any time.

In order to prevent unnecessary casualties among the soldiers, he waved his hand and ordered the pursuit to be suspended.

"Stop, they have gunmen."

A family of Jinyiwei came forward to fight:

"Master Commander, tell your subordinates to rush in, a few Vulcan guns should not hurt us."

Qinglong waved his hand:
"No, when there are other ways, this commander will never let the brothers take risks."

Baihu was a little moved, and clasped his fists again to salute:
"My lord, it is our mission to share the worries of the Holy One, so why not fear death!"

"Hahaha, what the kid said is good, but for these rotten scholars, if you die in battle, it's not worth it."

Qinglong shook his head, still refusing to take Baihu's risk, turned around and asked a local military officer behind him, saying:
"Do you have artillery?"

"Reporting to my lord, we have artillery, but is it not good to bombard the Confucian Temple, please think twice."

Qinglong's eyes widened at that moment:
"What's wrong, didn't you see that they have firearms in their hands? This is a premeditated rebellion, adjust the artillery immediately."

"Yes"

The Qianhu didn't dare to say more, and urged the horse to leave to adjust the artillery.

After Qianhu left, Qinglong ordered his Jin Yiwei:

"Those who shout out to the inside and come out automatically will be treated leniently by the Holy One."

"Yes"

Hundreds of Jinyiwei households immediately began calling out to the Confucius Temple:

"We are Jinyiwei, everyone inside is listening, as long as you walk out of the Confucian Temple, Commander-in-Chief can intercede with the Holy Majesty, and try not to implicate your family.

If you insist on going against the imperial court and continue to be stubborn, not only will you be executed, but you will also be exterminated. I will give you half a stick of incense time to think about it. "

Literati are not monolithic, and some timid ones are moved when they hear the shouts from outside.

Regardless of their usual high-minded appearance, they don't pay attention to anyone.

Once you get tough with them, they are just frail scholars.

Going out of the Confucian Temple means that there is still a glimmer of life, and staying inside to resist is just a struggle to the death.

It's really sad to think about myself, holding Daming's salary, actually confronting Daming Son, and not hesitate to use violence.

A few gentry may have figured it out and decided to surrender to Jin Yiwei. They no longer prayed for their lives, but only hoped that their families would not be hurt.

Of course, if the emperor could forgive them once, who would want to die if they could live.

"You have to keep your word, we will go out now."

Five or six gentry were heartbroken, ready to go out and try.

But just a few steps away, they heard cursing behind them:

"Shameless, traitor, shame us scholars, shoot them and kill them..."

"Bang bang bang..."

Then there was a burst of gunfire, and these gentry who were eating crabs fell instantly under the Vulcan guns of their own people.

Hearing gunshots from inside, Qinglong guessed that there must be internal commotion, and couldn't help shaking his head.

If the rebellion of the bandits is for food, then these scholars are tired of rebellion.

The Ming Dynasty was the dynasty that paid the most attention to scholars, but it was also the dynasty that was killed by scholars.

"Squeaky squeak..."

"My lord, we are here, are two cannons enough?"

At this moment, two red cannons were pulled over.

Qinglong nodded:
"Enough, one is enough, immediately set up the cannon and ignite it. This commander will see how long these traitors can last."

"Yes"

The cannon was quickly set up, and the shells were loaded into the muzzle, ready to be fired at any time.

"Not good, red cannons are set up outside, don't they dare to bombard the Confucian Temple?"

A gentry saw the red-clothed cannon being set up through the gap, and of course his expression changed, and his legs began to tremble.

Hearing that the red-clothed cannons were set up outside, the Qingliu were completely panicked, and many of them began to cry.

Seeing how unbearable the Qingliu were, Wu Weiye roared angrily:

"Why are you crying, you think they dare to bombard the Confucius Temple, what a joke.

Confucius is the most holy teacher of all things. I don't believe they dare to bombard the Confucius Temple. "

Wu Weiye's words instantly made these gentlemen forget their fear, and said one after another:

"That's right, we don't believe they dared to bombard the Confucius Temple. Maybe they just scare us and want us to come out and die."

"Yes, it must be like this. Don't be afraid, everyone. Persistence is victory. We can hang the portrait of Confucius in front of the door, and they will definitely not dare to fire..."

There are always more solutions than difficulties, and these gentry immediately began to look for the portrait of Confucius.

Of course, there was no shortage of portraits in the Confucian Temple, and soon there were portraits of Confucius hanging in front of the gate and on the walls.

A group of rotten scholars looked at their masterpiece and laughed loudly:
"Okay, there won't be any problems anymore. If you want to fight us scholars, they are too young..."

The atmosphere of the Confucian Temple suddenly became active, and under the leadership of Wu Weiye, the gentry brought out the arrogance of the southern scholars to the fullest.

The guards and soldiers outside were already waiting for Qinglong's order to fire, when they suddenly noticed that there had been a change in the Confucian Temple, and hurriedly reminded Qinglong:

"Look, Commander, what the hell are those gentry doing?"

Qinglong looked in the direction of their fingers, and saw many portraits being stuffed out by the gentry.

Portraits also began to hang from inside on the wall. Qinglong was a little confused by their coquettish manipulation.

Where did Qinglong know Confucius, and he had never seen such a portrait.

He hurriedly asked the soldiers around him:
"What do they mean by this, who is the portrait hanging?"

Jun Bing shook his head, they didn't know who was in the portrait.

They didn't know each other, and it wasn't a problem if they didn't know who the portrait was. The people inside quickly introduced the person in the portrait to Qinglong arrogantly.

"Qinglong, aren't you awesome? Look at these portraits, he is the god Kong Sheng in the hearts of our scholars.

If you dare to bombard the Confucian Temple and destroy the portrait of the old man, scholars all over the world will definitely not let you go.

The current emperor is also a scholar, and he will not let you go, hahahaha..."

(End of this chapter)