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Chapter 649: Troops were dispatched to Hangzhou Prefecture to kill Wu Shanyan!

The mutiny in Luomuying, Hangzhou, developed to this point, and the context is extremely clear.

In the third year of the Wanli reign, the imperial court began to mint coins. In the fourth year of the Wanli reign, the Nine Camps in Zhejiang began to distribute new coins. Until the twelfth year of the Wanli reign, nine coins of silver were issued each month, mainly in the form of Wanli Tongbao. Because a large amount of red copper flowed into Luzon, it became possible to use the new coins as military pay.

The reason why Wanli Tongbao could not be circulated in Zhejiang was indeed because of the incompetence and connivance of Zhejiang Governor Wu Shanyan. On the other hand, there were insufficient large coins in Zhejiang, and the Ming Dynasty had no copper furnace to cast coins in Zhejiang.

In the 12th year of the Wanli reign, the Ninth Battalion, which had returned from a flood-fighting patrol, was shocked to find that their pay had been cut. This was totally unacceptable to the soldiers who had just finished flood-fighting, and the means of protest chosen by the soldiers was to tie themselves up and go to the government office to demand an explanation.

"If they are not satisfied with three taels of silver per month, then go home and farm!" Wu Shanyan shook his hands vigorously and said angrily: "It's no big deal. They have been paid in full for twenty years. What else are they dissatisfied with?"

"Some of the border military garrisons of the Ming Dynasty have been owed wages for decades. Humph! A bunch of unruly people who don't understand the difficulties of the imperial court!"

Yan Shixuan looked at Wu Shanyan and said dully, "The northern border towns owe salaries, but they still have land to farm. Even if they are exploited, they can still have food to survive. But our Zhejiang Nine Battalion has no salaries. What do we eat and drink? One dou of rice costs 12 jin, and that's 3 qian a month. It's not even enough to eat!"

Regarding the problem of unpaid wages for the northern border towns of the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court was able to owe wages unscrupulously in the past, completely treating the border soldiers as bandits. When there was no disaster, they did not pay them, but when there was a disaster, they would give them some wages to tide over the difficulties. This is how they have been able to get through the years, because the northern military garrisons all had land to farm.

But the nine battalions in Zhejiang are guest soldiers. Guest soldiers are soldiers who are separated from the land. They are not given food and are only given three cents of salary. That is like letting the soldiers die!

"What a bunch of damned bastards!" Wu Shanyan's master said viciously, "We shouldn't have set up these nine battalions in the first place. After the battle, we should have let them go home and farm!"

The placement of foreign soldiers was the primary problem. Wu Shanyan's idea was exactly the same as his master's. They believed that the Nine Battalions of Zhejiang were a burden, and that if the Japanese pirates stopped making trouble, the foreign soldiers should get out instead of letting them receive salaries from the Nine Battalions. Giving them three taels of silver was already a great act of kindness!
Yan Shixuan served as a supervisor and an official in Songjiang Prefecture. He came into contact with people like Wang Daokun, Shen Shixing, and Xu Bingzheng. Even the conservative Jin Party were reformists among the conservatives like Yao Guangqi and Yan Shixuan. No matter what faction they were, all the officials who could be caught up in the melting pot of Songjiang Prefecture were law-abiding officials.

It was really hard for Yan Shixuan to understand Wu Shanyan's thoughts. Those were 4.5 foreign soldiers, especially among them were the patriots who had fought against the Japanese invaders in the past. They were forced to take up arms to defend their homeland at the age of thirteen or fourteen. After more than ten years of fighting, the Japanese threat gradually subsided and they were still very capable of fighting.

The Ninth Battalion of Zhejiang is really making trouble. Who can stop it?

In the beginning, they set up nine battalions in order to prevent the Japanese pirates from making a comeback. Now that the Japanese pirates are gone, they think that the nine battalions are a burden? How can this be justified?
Wu Shanyan and Yan Shixuan just didn't get along, so Wu Shanyan took his advisor and left the government office and returned to the West Flower Hall.

"This Yan Shixuan's brain is damaged because of those things like the contradiction theory, the production diagram theory, and the class theory. That's why he believes in that stuff. What is bottom-up? Where are the people? I have been an official for 30 years, and I have never seen these unruly people accomplish anything! Idiot." Wu Shanyan held a large fan and waved it continuously.

The autumn heat is scorching, and Hangzhou in September is still very hot. Wu Shanyan was very unhappy about the mutiny and what Yan Shixuan said.

"Governor, do you want to..." The lawyer stretched out a hand, wiped his neck, and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "This Yan Shixuan and this Ma Wenying are both bitches who are blocking the road. Kill them and put an end to it."

"This is not a good idea. Even though Yan Shixuan is a marginal figure in the Jin Party, he still worships Wang Jiaping. If something really happens, we will be in trouble. You go and kill Ma Wenying and see what Yan Shixuan likes. He will always try one of these: wine, sex, money, and anger. If he doesn't like any of these, then send him the opium balls." Wu Shanyan felt that there was nothing wrong with killing the soldier Ma Wenying. The key was to stabilize Yan Shixuan.

This Yan Shixuan was somewhat capable, but also very difficult to deal with. He was a man who could offend Shen Shixing and escape unscathed and even get promoted. Killing him would cause endless trouble.

Killing an official will cause endless troubles, but killing a soldier is a simple matter.

"The governor is wise. Killing Ma Wenying is a warning to others. If Yan Shixuan really doesn't want to live in dignity, then help him do so!" The lawyer smiled with the corner of his mouth twitching, and determined the target.

How easy was it to kill Ma Wenying? The lawyer didn't even write a document, he just took a blank note and sent it to the government jail.

When the jailer received the blank note, he understood that there was a difficult person who needed to be dealt with, and the job had to be done well. The best way was to commit suicide out of fear of the crime.

"Ma Wenying..." Prison warden Dong Chao looked at the blank note in his hand. Over the years, this prison warden had done a lot of dirty things for Wu Shanyan, but now, he couldn't bring himself to do anything to Ma Wenying.

The jailer Xue Yunpu said with a look of reluctance: "Boss, why don't you find a death row prisoner to take his place? If it was someone else, it would be fine, but he is Ma Wenying, the third master of Luomuying."

Ma Sanye is Ma Wenying's nickname in the underworld. He is a native of Zhejiang, the third child and the youngest son in the family. When the Japanese pirates invaded, his father was killed by them, his mother was tortured to death by them, and his eldest and second brothers had their heads chopped off and piled up at the entrance of the village. Ma Wenying, who was only seven years old at the time, escaped the disaster by hiding in a cesspool.

Ma Wenying escaped by chance, and then cheated and begged for food everywhere. Finally, he survived by begging in front of a military camp in Yiwu, Zhejiang. Later, Hu Zongxian recruited foreign soldiers, and the twelve-year-old Ma Wenying joined the army and fought against the Japanese invaders without fear of death.

When the Japanese invasion gradually subsided, Ma Wenying began to lead the soldiers of Luomu Camp to fight against floods. Many people in Zhejiang Province benefited from the soldiers of Luomu Camp.

Even though prison warden Dong Chao and jailer Xue Yunpu had done countless bad things and were no different from the evil spirits in the eighteen levels of hell, they still couldn't bring themselves to do it.

"Li Dai Tao Jiang? That's easy for you to say." Prison warden Dong Chao sighed heavily and said, "With one less death row prisoner, how could the advisor and the governor not know what happened?"

"They don't have any other skills, but they know this evil trick very well. Let's do it. It would be best if Master Ma San cooperated."

"Alas, what kind of world is this?"

Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu began to prepare water and food to send Ma Wenying on the road. In order to let Ma Wenying have a full stomach on the road, Dong Chao even found a bottle of Guojiao. Guojiao was not very tasty, but it was a comfort.

Ma Wenying, who had fought for the emperor all his life, had never seen the emperor. Before he died, he could have a sip of the emperor's wine, which made him feel less resentful on his way to the underworld.

"Here?" Ma Wenying sat upright in the cell, not looking at the warden or the jailer, staring blankly at the moonlight casting through the skylight.

Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu looked at each other in bewilderment. Ma Wenying was too calm, as if she had already expected them to come.

There is great terror between life and death. What kind of courage does it take to face death calmly and generously?

"Third Master, you have a culprit for your wrongdoing. This is an order from above, so don't blame us. We are just following orders. If you die in vain, go find Wu Shanyan." Dong Chao brought the very delicate meal to the table and filled it with Guojiao.

"Oh, there are no such things as ghosts or gods. I have killed so many Japanese pirates in my life. If ghosts really exist, why don't they come looking for me?" Ma Wenying was still in the mood to joke. He did not believe in ghosts and gods, nor did he believe in the afterlife.

It would be great if the ghost of the Japanese pirate could come and kill him again!
"I'm tired of Hangzhou. Hangzhou food is terrible. But now I have to eat Hangzhou food." Ma Wenying was obviously very resentful of Hangzhou food. There was a plate of vinegar fish on the table.

Everything about Hangzhou is good, except the food, which is a little lacking.

Ma Wenying finished the whole bottle of Guojiao with roast chicken and peanuts. He didn't even bother to look at the plate of sour fish.

"Master San knew we were coming?" Dong Chao also sat down cross-legged and asked blankly.

"Yan Shixuan is still too young." After a full meal and a drink, Ma Wenying leaned against the wall, looking at the skylight and said quietly: "He thinks that officials will abide by the rules. The fact is that these officials are the least likely to abide by the rules."

"I followed Hu Butang and Tan Sima, traveled all over the country, fought against the Japanese invaders for countless miles, and saw a lot."

"It's nothing, as long as the brothers receive their pay."

Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu immediately understood that Master Ma San was a real man. He knew what would happen to him from the moment he started to make trouble for pay, but he did it anyway.

"Uncle San, you are a real man. I admire you! If you have anything else to tell me, I will definitely help you get it over." Dong Chao admired Ma Wenying's courage very much.

There is a god above us. Ma Wenying died of resentment. If Dong Chao had not brought the last words to her, he would have to suffer the consequences.

"In my life, I have personally killed twenty-two Japanese pirates. That's enough for me." Ma Wenying smiled, as if he was back on the battlefield where he fought.

"I, Ma Wenying, have done a good job in flood control. I have no regrets in accepting the nine cents a month military pay from the court." Ma Wenying said his second last words.

I went on a flood control tour for six months, and worked for half a year. Because I would be the one to go on a flood control tour the next year, the dam was built very well, because I would have to bear the consequences if anything went wrong.

"Da Ming is so wonderful. I really want to see it a few more times, even just for two glances." Ma Wenying, this iron man, finally revealed his sadness and his infinite nostalgia for the world.

The Ming Dynasty was changing with each passing day. The number of grain ships on the river was increasing, and there was an endless stream of merchant caravans. Every time a patrol was made, one could see children running around in the fields. Some thatched houses were being turned into brick and tile houses, and the muddy roads were gradually hardening.

Everything was so beautiful, but I can never see it again.

In the past, when the soldiers went on patrol, the common people avoided them like the plague. But as the soldiers fought the flood, they built up trust in each other, and every time they went on patrol, the common people would send something to the military camp, even if it was just an egg.

"Tell the soldiers of Luomu Camp that I committed suicide out of fear of punishment. Don't cause any trouble." Ma Wenying stood up, stretched and said, "Send me on my way."

"Third Master..." Dong Chao pointed at Ma Wenying's belt and asked Ma Wenying to hang himself.

"That's right. I won't make things difficult for you." Ma Wenying untied his belt, hung it on the beam, tried it, and found it was very sturdy.

"Send the Third Master away." Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu had done too many dirty things, and Ma Wenying was the only one they had seen who could be so calm. The two evil soldiers were so scared that they knelt down directly, hoping that after Ma Wenying's death, the wronged spirit would not haunt them.

"I, Ma Wenying, have lived a life worthwhile." Ma Wenying grabbed the belt with both hands, pulled herself up, and put her head into it.

If you ask Ma Wenying if he has any regrets, it is that he didn't die on the battlefield. Now he is being bullied by these crooked officials and feels very aggrieved.

"Let's go." Ma Wenying let go, and the belt tightened and hung around her neck. Her trachea was compressed, and Ma Wenying couldn't breathe. Her face turned red.

"Send the Third Master off!" Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu kowtowed continuously.

Yan Shixuan wanted to discuss something with Ma Wenying. He came to the prison with wine and food. According to Yan Shixuan's estimation, Ma Wenying would definitely not die if he was escorted to the capital.

Your Majesty is a simple person. All the ministers and soldiers who have fought against the Japanese invaders and killed the Japanese pirates will be forgiven by Your Majesty.

Wang Chonggu was pardoned by His Majesty because he had fought against the Japanese pirates, so Yan Shixuan was very sure that Ma Wenying would not die.

As soon as Yan Shixuan arrived at the cell and didn't see the prison warden, he immediately felt something was wrong. He stopped a jailer and went straight to Ma Wenying's cell. When he saw Ma Wenying hanging from the beam, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Hurry, put it down!" Yan Shixing ran over at the fastest speed in his life, hugged Ma Wenying's legs, and pulled them up with force.

The useless scholar used all his strength at this moment and finally defeated the strong man Ma Wenying.

The scene was a bit awkward. Ma Wenying was on top of Yan Shixuan, who fell to the ground, gasping for breath. The prison warden Dong Chao and the jailer Xue Yunpu knelt on the ground, looking at each other.

"Master Ma San?" Yan Shixuan called out tentatively.

Ma Wenying was a little confused, and said blankly: "Alive." "If you are alive, I am alive. If you die, our emperor will probably let all the officials in Zhejiang be buried with you." Yan Shixuan lay on the ground, and said with lingering fear: "I am so lucky to have a life."

"I must be the one with the best fortune." Ma Wenying turned over and exposed Yan Shixuan, who was underneath her. She said with a simple smile, "I said you were young before, but you saved me."

Yan Shixuan sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the mess at the scene. He was thinking, this was a crisis but also an opportunity. Whether he could seize it depended on himself.

"Why did Magistrate Yan come to this prison?" Dong Chao said in a very flattering manner. He was caught doing something bad by his immediate superior.

"Stop making noise! ​​I'm thinking!" Yan Shixuan scolded harshly. He sat on the ground, thought for nearly a quarter of an hour, and stood up as if he had made up some kind of decision.

"Prefect Yan saved me and got me into big trouble." Ma Wenying is not afraid of death, so naturally he is not afraid of these corrupt officials. Of course, compared with Wu Shanyan, Yan Shixuan is a flesh-and-blood person.

Yan Shixuan said confidently: "I know. Wu Shanyan wants to kill you to force me to conceal the matter and join forces with him. After all, if the court investigates, I will be in trouble."

"When I saw you hanging, I rushed over without thinking. Now, I can't hang you up again, right? Then am I still a human being?"

"It's not impossible." Ma Wenying smiled even more brightly, saying that an official is a living person with flesh and blood, which is a compliment.

Yan Shixuan would not do such a thing as to make people commit suicide out of fear of punishment. Yan Shixuan came to the world to be a human being, not to be an animal.

"Third Master, go back to Luomu Camp and mutiny!" Yan Shixuan used two words to tell Ma Wenying his plan: mutiny.

The soldiers entered the city, broke into Hangzhou, and killed Wu Shanyan!

"Are you crazy?" Ma Wenying pointed at the belt hanging on the beam and said, "In this way, you become the mastermind of the mutiny!"

Yan Shixuan said with great certainty: "I will bear the blame from the court! Now that things have come to this, it's either you or me between us and Wu Shanyan and the others!"

"Kill! This is the only way to break the deadlock!"

The contradiction theory told Yan Shixuan that the art of politics is compromise, but when contradictions escalate to the point of being irreconcilable and it becomes a life-and-death struggle, one must never take a step back.

It would have been fine if Yan Shixuan had not saved Ma Wenying, but since he did, he and Wu Shanyan became mortal enemies.

"Dong Chao, go and calm Wu Shanyan down!" Yan Shixuan asked the prison warden Dong Chao to deceive Wu Shanyan. He succeeded and made Wu Shanyan let down his guard.

"Me?" Dong Chao said blankly.

"You don't want Wu Shanyan to know that you didn't kill Ma Wenying. Given how cruel he is, do you think you can see the sun tomorrow morning?" Yan Shixuan said with certainty.

"Um... okay." Dong Chao knew that he was on a pirate ship and there was no way he could get off. At this point, the prison warden had to either gather all the jailers and kill Yan Shixuan and Ma Wenying, or fool Wu Shanyan and his master.

Dirty work must not be done in public and cannot be done openly. Before, when Dong Chao came to deliver wine and food to Ma Wenying, he had to send most of the jailers away. If he killed an official, the court would investigate and he would not be able to pay with just his own head.

Besides, Ma Wenying is really good at fighting and it takes more than a few people to subdue him. Ma Wenying is respected as the Third Master by the people, which shows that Ma Wenying is very popular.

"Four hundred and forty years ago, right here, Yue Fei was pulled to death by two jailers from the Dali Temple of the Southern Song Dynasty." Yan Shixuan stamped his feet. He was actually wrong. The government office and the prison in the government office of Hangzhou City were not the Dali Temple of the Southern Song Dynasty. The Dali Temple was located about 12 miles west of the Hangzhou government office.

Death by rib pulling was extremely painful, instead of a bowl of poisoned wine as in Fengbo Pavilion. Two jailers put a rope around the chest and lungs, and then tightened it with a winch. The ribs were broken and pierced into the heart, causing death.

When Emperor Gaozong of Song issued an order to kill Yue Fei, why didn't he dare to behead him in public? Instead, he chose to use this method of pulling his ribs? Because beheading him in public might cause a mutiny.

Ma Wenying was a patriot who fought against the Japanese invaders. He was fearless and brave, and never allowed his soldiers to plunder when he was on patrol to fight floods. In the eyes of the people of Hangzhou and Zhejiang, Ma Sanye was a hero of Hangzhou. As long as he got out alive, a mutiny among the soldiers would be inevitable.

Yan Shixuan chose to make the matter completely out of proportion!

When Ma Wenying walked out of the Hangzhou government office, the city gate was not open, but he walked to the Yongchang Gate very calmly. The soldiers stationed at the Yongchang Gate were all from the Luomu Camp. As soon as Ma Wenying came out, under the flickering light of the torches, the soldiers could clearly see the marks on Ma Wenying's neck.

At that moment, the flames of hatred and resentment were completely ignited!
The Yongchang Gate opened with a creaking sound, and the soldiers of the Luomu Camp began to gather outside the Yongchang Gate in the dark. Taking advantage of the light of dawn, the soldiers saw with their own eyes the moment when Ma Wenying's neck was strangled, and their eyes were filled with anger.

Ma Wenying saw this scene and he could only say that Yan Shixuan was really a madman.

The 9th Battalion of Zhejiang is also a military unit, a part of the war machine and violence. When the violence gets out of control, no one can control the turn of events.

But Yan Shixuan was right, it was a fight to the death.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers stood on the parade ground and smashed the hook-and-sickle spears in their hands into the ground with force. Along with the smashing came uniform shouts of killing.

Ma Wenying put on his own armor, hugged his helmet, and waited until the sun rose. Then he stretched out his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet. He shouted loudly: "The general once said: report to the emperor and save the people. Since the establishment of the Zhejiang Ninth Camp, our army has done these eight words."

"Every debt has its perpetrator. Wu Shanyan owes us something, but the people of Hangzhou don't. We will enter the city today and execute only the ringleader! No one is allowed to burn, kill, rob, or disturb the people. Once found, they will be punished by military law!"

"Send troops to Hangzhou Prefecture to kill Wu Shanyan!"

Yang Tingyong, Zhang Wenyuan, Yang Zhi and others raised their arms and shouted hysterically: "Send troops to Hangzhou Prefecture! Kill Wu Shanyan!"

The sound of drums and trumpets began to sound, and Ma Wenying sent two teams of scouts to inform the Jiuqu Battalion, another battalion stationed in Hangzhou. This was another battalion of the Ninth Battalion, which had just returned to its base after patrolling against floods. They had also had their pay reduced by six cents of silver, and had also been exploited for several years.

Informing Jiuqu Camp of the mutiny is just to avoid a war, but if Jiuqu Camp really wants to save Wu Shanyan, then there is nothing we can do but kill and let the blood flow like a river.

Luo Muying began to move at the sound of the horn. On the way to Yongchang Gate, Jiuquying sent someone to inform them that in response to Luo Muying's mutiny, they would deploy defenses around Hangzhou City to prevent Wu Shanyan and his running dogs from escaping.

Wu Shanyan woke up from his sleep, washed, stretched, and had breakfast with the help of two maids.

"Digest your food." Wu Shanyan teased the maid for a while before taking the master to the back garden outside the West Flower Hall. As they walked, he asked, "How is Ma Wenying's matter going?"

The master said with a smile: "Don't worry, Governor. The warden found me early this morning and told me that everything has been done."

"In this way, Yan Shixuan and we are in the same boat. No matter what, he has to find a way to cover up the riot. I have found a few famous actors in Jiangnan. When the time comes, I will send them to Yan Shixuan. Once he knows the benefits of power, he will not hold on to those nonsense articles such as contradiction theory and class theory, and dream of the revival of the Ming Dynasty."

"The Ming Dynasty is doing well, there is no need for a revival."

"Well, very good. Master, I am very confident in your work." Wu Shanyan took a Huanghuali satin fan and walked 99 steps slowly, then stopped and said, "Walk 100 steps after dinner. When you live to 99, I will build a 100-step pavilion here."

"Yes." The master immediately bowed his head and said.

How much silver does it cost to build a Baibu Pavilion? This is all decided by Wu Shanyan. This is to find an excuse to give some benefits to the master and the people who do the work. A pavilion costs three thousand taels of silver, and it would be good if thirty taels can be used for the pavilion.

This has become a routine.

"What's that noise outside? It's so noisy?" Wu Shanyan frowned. He heard some noise outside. There was rarely such loud noise around the government office. The unusual noise made Wu Shanyan feel ominous.

"It's probably those poor laborers selling breakfast." The lawyer listened and didn't think there was anything wrong. He said helplessly, "These unruly people are getting bolder and bolder. They even dare to bring their hawking business to the government office. I will ask the government officials to drive them away later. They can't disturb the peace of the governor."

"Well, that's not appropriate. Peddlers are just doing small business. There's no need to drive them away." Wu Shanyan said there was no need to drive them away.

But whether to drive him away or not is something that the master has to figure out for himself.

What Wu Shanyan meant was that the bad reputation could not be borne by him, nor by the government. At this time, the yamen runners and some gangs in the city would come in handy. They could kick a few stalls and collect more money, and then no one would disturb Wu Shanyan's peace.

Lying in the government office, I hear the rustling of bamboos and suspect it is the sound of people’s suffering.

The noise outside was not the shouting of the vendors, but the arrival of soldiers from Luomu Camp.

The soldiers didn't even need to break down the door. No one dared to stop the angry soldiers. After entering the government office, Ma Wenying grabbed the registrar who was about to report for duty and asked him where Wu Shanyan was. The registrar pointed to the back garden in panic.

The soldiers swarmed in and rushed into the back garden.

The back garden of the East and West Flower Halls of the Hangzhou government office covers an area of ​​more than 30 acres. It has a nine-fold bridge, two lakes, three bamboo forests, two pavilions and a Buddhist hall. When the soldiers broke into the back garden, Wu Shanyan was discussing Buddhism with the monks in the Buddhist hall.

"Wu Shanyan, fuck your mother!" Yang Ting was known for his violent temper, and his loud shout rang out in the Buddhist hall!

Wu Shanyan looked towards the door in astonishment. Yang Tingyong took two quick steps and swung his fist as big as a casserole towards Wu Shanyan's face. Wu Shanyan didn't know what happened until he was hit by the punch.

Hadn't the soldiers already been given back the withheld food and wages? Why were they still causing trouble, even breaking into the temple?
Wu Shanyan lost three teeth due to the punch, and his head was stepped on by Yang Tingyong. A foul odor filled his nose. He saw Ma Wenying, who should have been dead, standing in front of the Buddhist temple, with the rising sun behind him.

"Catch them and take them to jail! There are still Wu Shanyan's gangsters in the city. We must arrest or kill them all immediately to prevent any changes!" Yan Shixuan's voice sounded.

Wu Shanyan knew that he was completely screwed and had been deceived by Yan Shixuan, who seemed honest on the surface. Wu Shanyan thought he had been cheated by Yan Shixuan.

Yan Shixuan was not just being honest on the surface, he was truly honest and he was completely forced to do so.

“Okay!” Ma Wenying then remembered that controlling the government office was just the beginning, there were still a bunch of bastards in the city that needed to be cleaned up!
Yan Shixuan was in charge of the government office. He ordered the yamen runners to play gongs and drums to persuade the people to go home and close their doors and windows. Anyone who broke in without permission would be beaten to death. The soldiers from Luomu Camp and Jiuqu Camp would not enter the homes of ordinary people, but there was a bloody conflict outside and watching the fun could really kill people.

The gangs in the city usually just bully ordinary people. Facing the powerful soldiers of the Ninth Battalion of Zhejiang, the lackeys of these gangs are no match at all. In just one round, the soldiers can completely break up the formations of these gangs, and then surround them and kill them one by one.

"Kill!" Zhang Wenyuan wiped the sweat and blood from his face, dragged the Qi family military knife in his hand and rushed towards the enemy formation, if the formation of these gangs could be considered an enemy formation.

On that day, the city of Hangzhou was flooded with blood.

Prison warden Dong Chao and jailer Xue Yunpu committed suicide. They used their lives to save their families' lives.

(End of this chapter)