I have a cornucopia

Chapter 334: Smashing the Fireworks of the Flourishing World

In the investigation of people...

Amid the excited shouts of Cha Baoyi, a torrent of cavalry rushed through the already opened Wulin Gate and quickly headed for the streets of Hangzhou amid the chaos in the city. Their iron hooves crushed the stone streets and shattered the dreams of the gentry...

There was almost no resistance.

"I surrender, why are you resisting?"

An elder from the Zhejiang Elders Association, one of the most powerful people in the city, the famous runner-up in the imperial examination, one of the symbols of aristocratic families, was standing in front of the Jingnan Army, shouting at all the militia that tried to resist.

"Quick, welcome the King's Master!"

Another famous scholar, juren, and Haining native, Mr. Cha, who was standing next to him, was also shouting.

The militiamen looked on in bewilderment, dropped their weapons, and watched the cavalry charge past.

Indeed, the elders of Chen have surrendered. Why are they resisting? They were originally mercenaries of the Elders' Association, hired by the Elders' Association to protect the wealth of these elders and local sages, but now these elders and local sages have surrendered, so do they still need their protection? They are nothing more than receiving military pay and working for these employers, but now these employers have surrendered, who are they working for? Besides, these employers have surrendered, so no one will pay them for working, so why are they working for them?

Mercenary.

Just talk about money, nothing else.

They can risk their lives, but they have to be paid enough.

Otherwise, there is no point in talking. In fact, even if you are offered enough money to risk your life, you still have to think about it. After all, if you really die, the money will be a bargain for others.

They held their weapons and, like the onlookers, watched the endless stream of cavalry passing by as if it had nothing to do with them.

Even the gentry came out.

Of course, it is definitely not resistance.

"The criminal Huang Ji from Hangzhou respectfully welcomes the Royal Master!"

A Confucian scholar in his thirties was kneeling on the side of the road.

Behind him, servants were carrying out incense tables and other things from his mansion, and inside, one could see a woman directing maids to bring out wine and meat. After all, rewarding him with beef and wine was the minimum, along with a bowl of rice and a pot of drink.

"Xuetai is indeed sensible. Don't worry, I'm here..."

Chen Zhilin said with a smile.

"boom!"

Suddenly, gunshots rang out beside him.

Mr. Huang, the Grand Secretary of Wenhua Palace of the Qing Dynasty, who was lying on the ground to welcome the royal teacher, fell down immediately after being hit by the bullet.

Chen Zhilin turned around in astonishment and looked at the officer holding a musket beside him. The latter swung the musket in his hand, and a team of cavalry rushed forward while the servants carrying the incense table were confused. One of them stepped directly on the back of Master Huang, and Master Huang, who was still twitching, suddenly calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, there were terrified screams and women crying in the Huang Mansion, and the cavalry swarmed in amid the screams and cries.

Elder Chen looked on awkwardly.

In the end, he turned his head wisely, pretended he saw nothing, and continued moving forward.

At the same time, the eyes of the militiamen and the people who were watching the excitement also lit up. A brave militiaman quietly followed the cavalry into the Huang family. After seeing that the cavalry did not stop them, the militiamen and the people who had been unable to hold back cheered and rushed into the Huang family. Some people simply climbed over the wall because they could not squeeze into the gate. In the chaos, no one knew how many horses' hooves and big feet stepped on Mr. Huang. Mr. Huang, a famous minister of Ma Ge and the prototype of the Wang family in Jinling in the Dream of Red Mansions, quickly became broken.

"What are you looking at?"

A Confucian knight looked at Cha Baoyi, who was still silent, with a strange smile.

Cha Baoyi took a deep breath, then spat a mouthful of phlegm in the direction of Mr. Huang.

"Traitor, you deserve to die!"

he snapped.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The knight Confucius and Mencius could not help laughing.

Cha Baoyi also smiled awkwardly.

Of course, he also understood that these guys came into the city to rob. Her Majesty the Queen and King Yang had already strictly ordered that civilians should not be robbed, so the targets of looting could only be limited to the gentry. Moreover, among the gentry was King Yang's list, so the families of those people in the Zhejiang New Army could not be robbed.

In this way, the scope of those who can be robbed is very narrow, that is, those who are not on Yang Da Wang’s list and have no family members in the Zhejiang New Army, so none of them can be let go.

surrender?

If you surrender, you won’t be able to rob?
Who agreed?
It is more fun to rob those who surrender.

If you resist me, I still have to consider the cost of robbing and the risks involved. After all, firearms are rampant these days, and it is not the past. Any woman can kill a general who can defeat ten thousand enemies with a black gun. But you don't resist, so this obviously doesn't need to be considered. Wouldn't I be a fool if I don't rob you? So it seems that the promise of the Jingnan Army is not reliable. In the face of silver, they will eventually break their promise. However, this is none of his business. He is the Queen's bondservant, and he is the Queen's and King Yang's man.

Who dares to touch him?

He and his family are the private property of Her Majesty the Queen.

Cha Baoyi looked at Mr. Huang, who had become a strange man, and walked away calmly.

At this time, there were already some unruly people who came out of the Huang Mansion carrying bags of grain and cloth, like black uncles who bought things for free, and their faces were filled with the joy of getting something for free.

The king's division continued to move forward.

Elder Chen was still in front, repeating her words.

The Jingnan Army rushed into the mansions of the gentry on both sides and into the beautiful private gardens, killing and looting people in a whirlwind of screams and cries. The unruly people and militiamen also happily followed in, taking the food, livestock, and cloth that the Jingnan Army disdained for free. Slaves and maids carried boxes filled with land deeds and body contracts, set them on fire in the street, and then danced around the burning flames, as if at a bonfire party.

However, there were still some gentry who were unaware of the situation or who still had illusions, and who, like Mr. Huang, took the initiative to come out to welcome the royal army. And most of their outcomes were no different from that of Mr. Huang.

The iron hoofs crushed the city's prosperous fireworks.

Fortunately, it’s not a foreigner this time.

No one massacred the city anymore.

"Traitors, you traitors!"

Lu Xuanzhong, who entered the city through Qiantang Gate, looked at the scene in despair.

The busy people turned around and looked at him in surprise.

Just like the animals on the Serengeti looking at an emperor penguin.

Of course, there were hundreds of militiamen behind him, who had already set up their muskets and formed a battle formation on the street, aiming at them.

"put!"

Chen Qianfu, an elder from Hangzhou who was leading the militia to reinforce, shouted. However...

The militiamen looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Hurry up and fire your guns to kill these thieves!"

Chen Qianfu shouted as if he was in despair.

"I have surrendered, why are you resisting? Why don't you come and get your money and food?"

Chen Zhilin stroked his beard and shouted.

The formation of the militiamen collapsed like a toppled building block. Everyone rushed forward, even knocking Chen Qianfu down. They cheered and rushed to the gate of the mansion in front of them, blending into the revelry of the people and militiamen. Chen Qianfu was lying on the ground, dumbfounded, watching this scene. He lay there in a daze, looking at the proud Chen Zhilin, who was indeed very proud. After all, this great feat could bring him generations of wealth and glory.

As for betraying friends?

Isn’t it just making up some stories later?

As long as the Chen family can maintain its prosperity and wealth for generations, how future history books will be written will still be decided by aristocratic families like his.

He is the runner-up!
Who can compare with him in this?

After several generations, who would still remember the families that had disappeared in the flames of war? On the contrary, the gate of Master Chen's house was still intimidating. The families that survived through the chaos were not the families that fought to the death. If they were all dead, how could they survive? The noble families that truly survived were all those who knew when to kneel. The Duke of Yansheng knelt for generations and enjoyed wealth and honor.

this is the truth.

The heroes are dead, and most of them don’t even leave descendants. Even if they do, they usually fall into decline, after all, their wealth will be lost.

But those who know the times and are heroes can continue their wealth and glory in the new dynasty. When the next chaotic times comes, the worst that can happen is that they know the times and are heroes again. After all, the next new dynasty will still need them. In the end, they become famous families by kneeling to welcome the new dynasty again and again.

"traitor!"

A sudden roar woke up the complacent Chen Zhilin.

He looked in astonishment at Lu Xuanzhong opposite him, who was pointing the pistol in his hand at him.

Elder Chen was so scared that he quickly hid behind the warhorse of the knight next to him, but the knight was controlling the warhorse to retreat with interest. Elder Chen looked up at the face with a strange smile in astonishment. He looked at the latter with pleading eyes, but the latter smiled at him with the short gun in hand, and then continued to control the warhorse to retreat. Elder Chen hurriedly continued to hide, but the guy suddenly pulled up the reins, and the warhorse immediately stood up with a neigh. Elder Chen, who was hiding, suddenly faced Lu Xuanzhong's short gun.

Short-gun flamethrower.

The bullet hit Elder Chen right in the chest, and he fell down as a result of the impact.

"Why, why?"

He fell to the ground and spoke weakly.

"Chen Qianfu and Lu Xuanzhong are both on the list of the King of Qi and are protected by the King of Qi. I dare not kill them. As for you, as he said, you are just a traitor. Why do you still think that a traitor who has lost his usefulness is still qualified to be protected by us? I can tell you that we will rob your property as well. Except for those on the list of the King of Qi, we will not let any of the rest go, whether they surrender or not.

Is it surprising?

Who would respect a traitor!

Traitors are all treated like dogs. Of course, they have to be slaughtered and eaten when they are no longer useful. Dog meat is very famous in our place."

The man said with a smile.

Elder Chen stared with his eyes wide open, kicked his legs suddenly, and then his head tilted.

The man smiled and raised his head, looking at Chen Qianfu and Lu Xuanzhong who were still standing there silently, obviously at a loss. He ignored them and continued to move forward with his men...

And at this time.

Genshan Gate.

"Bring a million troops to the West Lake and immediately reach the first peak of Wushan Mountain. Hahahaha..."

Li Zhifang, who was training with the militia to welcome the royal army into the city, laughed wildly.

He didn't expect success to be so easy.

So any stronghold with iron walls can be easily conquered as long as there is a traitor. Shanhaiguan is really an iron wall, but it still failed to stop the Jianlu. As long as someone opens the door, the iron wall is a joke. As for now, of course he will not rob like those ordinary officers. People of his status do not need to do it himself. He is the acting Grand Master of the Confucius and Mencius Knights. The Knights have their own disciplines. The looting gains must be counted internally and then distributed. Although the officers must have hidden some high-value items, they cannot hide gold and silver.

If there were not enough of that thing, these knights would not even look at it. After all, they were all wealthy, and some even had millions of dollars. How could they care about a few small coins? It was too embarrassing.

too much……

Ten thousand taels of silver weigh several hundred kilograms. How could it be hidden secretly?
The most reasonable way is to turn over the seized goods to the public and distribute them centrally.

This was decided by King Yang.

So he didn't need to rob personally, all the gold, silver and jewelry he robbed were distributed by him in the end, and with his current wealth, he didn't care much about gold and silver, after all, he had never missed a share of the looting with King Yang over the years. This man began to pursue fame and spiritual satisfaction after he had a lot of money, and he wanted to be infamous even if he couldn't be remembered for thousands of years, so compared to robbing some gold and silver, he was more eager to achieve his highest achievement.

The first peak of Wushan Mountain!
"quick!"

he shouted somewhat eagerly.

Now that he has completely transformed into a new-style general, he is wearing half-body plate armor...

Of course, it is a bit hot in this season, so he is actually wearing the green robe of the Knights of Confucius and Mencius on the outside. There are actually a lot of tiny holes on the plate armor. Although this reduces the protection, he still cannot choose to die from the heat over protection. Even the top of his head is replaced with a lined helmet.

Wearing a mix of a black knight and a Confucian scholar wearing a hat and a helmet, the acting grand master of the Confucian Knights rode the Western Region horse that he bought at a high price and galloped wildly in the chaotic city of Hangzhou.

Behind him were three hundred followers.

They were all dressed almost the same, with flintlock pistols and cavalry swords hanging beside their saddles, holding 10-foot-long spears with small flags on them. They passed by like the wind, and the militiamen and civilians on both sides hurriedly saluted. Behind them were more cavalrymen, who quickly dispersed into the streets and alleys. The militiamen and civilians who knew their target cheered and followed, and some even led the way for the cavalrymen who were not aware of the nearest gentry's house. However, there was resistance. Although there were not many gunshots, there were still sporadic ones, especially at the first peak of Wushan, his target. After all, the meeting place of the Elders' Association was there, and there was also a series of fortresses there.

Of course, Li Zhifang didn't care, because he knew very well that the militia would not resist.

"Raise the flag!"

he shouted.

The attendants following behind immediately raised the rolled-up flag.

This is the banner of the Grand Master of the Knights Templar.

In fact, it is a sword and an open copy of the Analects on a green background. After all, these two items represent the dual attributes of civil and military of classical Confucian scholars. As the cavalry gallops, this flag flutters in the sky, followed by small flags fluttering on a forest of spears.

"The Confucius and Mencius Knights are obeying the will of Heaven to quell the rebellion, exterminating traitors and suppressing rebellion, and will not offend the people. Those who defect from the militia will be pardoned for all their previous crimes, and those who capture the rebels will be rewarded handsomely. The people will follow the Shaoxing rules!"

Li Zhifang shouted loudly on horseback.

Then Zhenhai Tower appeared in his sight.

At the same time, flames shot out from the Zhenhai Tower, and the next moment there was a whistling sound that broke through the air. Before he could react, he felt himself flying...

(End of this chapter)