At the end of the Ming Dynasty, I freely traveled through Yangshen

Chapter 102 Kaicheng 5-2 Please order first!
Zen Jinduo's words were naked and without any covering. Zen Guizang broke into a cold sweat when he heard them, and his whole body was wet with sweat.

His uncle didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup he had eaten, but he turned around and attacked the imperial city. How could he hold these 500 people, or should he surrender now?

Just when Zen Guizang and the people above didn't know what to say to the regent.

"The name Fan Xian is quite interesting, but it's also a bit long-winded."

"Set them a firecracker and tell them to open the door without killing them. Otherwise, we don't want this imperial city!"

Zhu Cixiang, who was behind, was already a little impatient, so he waved his hand, and the messengers ran towards the direction of the artillery. After a while.

Rumble!
A red cannon fired a huge iron ball. The sound was deafening. It immediately attracted everyone's attention. A small black dot suddenly appeared in the eyes of the guards on the city wall. Then this little black dot suddenly appeared in the eyes of the guards on the city wall. The black dot approached quickly, and then flew past them, heading towards the back of the imperial city.

These people turned around and saw an iron ball, like cutting butter, tearing down all the wooden houses in the area. Where the cannonball hit, the iron ball followed the rules and created a conspicuous ravine. , until deep into the ground, Iron Ball continued to persecute the imperial city, which made everyone feel a little numb.

"How's it going? You know how powerful it is! Now open the door and let the people of Ming Dynasty go in to see the leader of the country. The two countries will hand over the alliance and the matter just now is over."

"Fan Xian, do you know what this is? This is the Ming Dynasty's firearm. This is not a Taoist technique. Your awe-inspiring righteousness and masculine thoughts have no effect on this."

Seeing that the cannon was loaded, Chan Jinduo laughed and shouted to the top, "Don't hesitate. The prince of Ming Dynasty has limited patience. This time the firecrackers were just an accident, but you can't tell next time."

There was pride in Chan Jinduo's words. Obviously, this battle made him feel that the people who returned to Tibet should be able to win without injury.

It's good to be able to capture it without any injuries. After all, although there are only 500 people in this imperial city, if they attack, they will die. But once these people surrender, it means that Zhu Cihong's men can recruit [-] low-level people who are close to the realm of muscle training. Musha.

Killing these people is a matter of a few shots or hundreds of muskets, but it is difficult to train them.

"Ugh."

Sighing softly, Zen Guizang was frightened by the power of that shot, knowing that no matter what happened, his more than 500 people would not be an opponent of such a ferocious firearm.

Not killing himself is nothing more than wanting to preserve the imperial city. Thinking of this, Chan Guizang felt a bit bitter, and he was about to perish.

"Master Fan, open the door."

As soon as these words came out, the teenage king of the country seemed to have experienced decades of vicissitudes. His back was a little straight, and he looked extremely stooped, like an old man in his 60s.

Zen Guizang's eyes rested on the young man riding on the back of a red flaming horse in the crowd. He was a figure similar to his own age. He had good vision and knew that the order to fire off the cannon was given by this person of the same age.

It's a pity that the gap between people is extremely huge. The young leader of the country is likely to be destroyed, and the person who destroys his Izumo country is probably the young man who is looking at him.

"The lord!"

Fan Xian on the side became anxious when he heard this, "Master, today I, Izumo, will destroy the country, and we cannot allow such rebellious ministers and traitors to usurp our court. Today, I, Fan Xian, will die on the city wall, for the sake of Izumo Kingdom." Martyrdom for the country!”

As he said that, Fan Xian grabbed the city wall on the side with his hands and looked at Chan Guizang expectantly, hoping that Chan Guizang would give an order to resist. Otherwise, Fan Xian would rather jump off the city wall today.

"Hold the Grand Maester!"

Chan Guizang turned around, obviously seeing Fan Xian's plan. He said to the guards on the side, "Then open the city gate!" "The king, the king!"

"Let me go, my lord, even if I die for my country, I can't surrender!"

Several guards on the side flew over and held down Fan Xian who was about to jump over the city wall. While being held down, Fan Xian was still shouting loudly, his voice was heartbreaking, "Even if I, Fan Xian, die today, I will die well, Lord of the Kingdom." Once the city gate is opened, it will displace the Izumo Zen family that has been in power for more than 200 years. I, the Izumo scholar, will not allow such a treasonous and unethical thing to happen."

"Push down!"

Before Fan Xian could say anything else, the voice of Zen Guizang came, but he felt a little unbearable and said softly to the guard, "Don't hurt him, don't let the Grand Scholar die."

"Yes!"

The soldiers promised to make Fan Xian unable to move, but they didn't make Fan Xian suffer any more.

"Go down, I will go meet them. The Regent and I are like uncle and nephew. As long as I am here, I think you will be fine."

Zen Guizang had already walked far away. His large yellow robe was fluttering up and down in the wind. He looked desolate and lonely. Five hundred guards were around him, but they could not accommodate him.

Because he is the king of this land, his uncle the regent came with more than 4000 people to force the palace. The five hundred guards behind him could not protect him, and the high walls of the imperial city could not stop the cannons. For the dignity of the king, he only To be able to open the door wide and then look forward to dying with dignity.

Fan Xian, who was being detained, raised his head with difficulty and looked at Zen Guizang, who was already far away, and at the lonely and resolute young man.

Sadness came from my heart, and my face burst into tears.

...

Crunch!

The thick gate of the imperial city was pushed open by dozens of soldiers inside. Zen Guizang stood in the middle. The other five hundred soldiers stood in unison after opening the door, waiting for Zen Jinduo and others to enter.

"Enter the imperial city!"

"Looting is prohibited. After entering the city, count the wealth and reward everyone!"

Zhu Cixiang shouted at the team, causing the team of nearly 5000 people to move. The 5000 people were densely packed, like a surge. Under the leadership of the regent, these people entered the imperial city to carry silver and medicinal materials. And all kinds of valuable business, it doesn't look like peace talks with Izumo country at all.

However, since the person searching was none other than Regent Zenkindo, under his order, this group of Tenmei troops composed of the Ming Dynasty, the Izumo Cloud Fish Gang, and the Izumo official army did not cause much damage to the imperial city.

The crowd passed by the leader of the Izumo Kingdom, as if he was nothing, and Zhu Cixiang, who was riding a tall horse, left this man here without even talking to him.

"Prince, my subordinates have sent people to my mansion to get silver. According to the 30 taels of silver in the account book, plus the current 20 taels of silver in the treasury, the total is 50 taels!"

　Second more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)