In such a small building, there are hundreds of musketeers alone, and dozens of people are hidden around the building.

How could it be possible to accommodate so many people?

It's actually very simple. The building is actually more than two floors, with three floors underground.

Look at this pit!

Mo Yiqing was right, and there was still half a floor below the three floors, where a thousand kilograms of gunpowder were buried, enough to destroy the small building and everything around.

Logically speaking, Hangzhou City, which has become the base camp, shouldn't have such a day.

But Wu Zheng still felt that he should prevent problems before they happen.

Will it really reach this point?

It depends on whether the crowd of ten thousand people led by Chen Zilong can break through the defense of the small building.

When the chaotic people frantically smashed open the door and wall leading to the small building, and rushed towards the small building like huge waves.

Facing the wall of the courtyard gate, suddenly the wall collapsed in part, and many half-foot-square holes appeared.

The wall is not far from the main entrance of the building, and it is only a hundred steps away.

Most people who run can see this kind of change. Although they are surprised and guess it should be the arrow hole, they are still rushing towards Xiaolou. In their opinion, no matter how skilled archers are, they can shoot two or three arrows at a distance of hundreds of steps.

This building is not big, and it's all the best, with dozens of archers at most.

How many people can be shot and killed with more than a hundred arrows?

The ignorant is fearless!

They simply didn't realize how terrifying the existence of those black holes would be.

When I first designed these gun holes, I was still a flintlock rifle, and I needed to load it if I shot it.

Now, the continuous guns have been replaced, but the continuous guns are too large, so only twelve are installed in the building, six each at the top and bottom.

This is another ruthless massacre.

The projectiles that poured out like a critical strike tore apart the bodies, and were like hell, showing them in these street gangsters and wealthy families who originally thought that as long as there were many people, they would be powerful.

Chen Zilong was wrong.

His fault is that he is using people improperly!

With such firepower, the Eight Banners Tartar soldiers would collapse, let alone these street scum.

In just a moment, when hundreds of bodies were torn apart by whistling projectiles and smashed open the courtyard wall, the people who were originally arrogant and shouting loudly scattered in the sky.

What is the restoration of the ancestral temple, what is the welcome to the state of Lu?

Almost everyone is thinking so.

In fact, they don’t understand that if they just rush forward and endure the death of hundreds of people, this gun hole is not scary.

After all, a hole is dead, a person is alive, and a living person cannot be suffocated to death by urine.

When I really got close to the building, I broke into it and fought hand in hand.

At that time, there were really many people and great power.

Unfortunately, how could the mob withstand such blood?

These people just shake their flags, shout and make a strong voice when they follow the trend.

....

Chen Zilong, Mr. Wozi, who is well known to everyone in Jiangnan.

At this time, he was stunned by the edge of the Nine-Curve ring railing as if he was heartbroken.

There are tens of thousands of people, but it is not easy to get together. How many people have been entrusted and how much money have been given, they have lost all the savings in their family.

But, it scattered in a hurry.

"God, are you blind?"

Chen Zilong's voice happened to be heard by Song An, who rushed into the mansion.

No, I don't even need to search.

Song An let out a strange cry, and the man rushed towards Chen Zilong like an arrow, and came to him and kicked him, which was called a heart-wrenching foot!

This kick almost exerted Song An's strength, and it was definitely not something that a scholar like Chen Zilong could follow.

"Oh hey..." Chen Zilong was kicked out of about a foot, and after only half of the pain, he slapped, then fell to the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Song An was still angry, so he stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, grabbed Chen Zilong's back collar, lifted it up, stared at his blood-red eyes, and shouted angrily: "Where are the two princesses?"

Chen Zilong's eyes were confused and said, "If I had known this, I would have to put down gunpowder... and explode the small building..."

Song An was suddenly awakened by this sentence. He has been in charge of Changlin Wei for more than a year. How could he not have a small building behind the mansion?

When his mind suddenly relaxed, Song An actually laughed out loud. He whipped Chen Zilong's face with a "slap" and said, "Wake up... wake up..."

Chen Zilong was slapped and threw his face around, without any power to fight back or dodge.

Fortunately, Song An was relieved at this time and did not beat him too much.

This gave Chen Zilong the chance to speak. He opened his confused eyes, "I'm drunk... Why wake up... I'm drunk!"

"Bah!" Song An cursed, "I want to eat wine... It's okay. When the young master comes back, I will definitely let you have a bite of decapitated wine before Ming Zhengdian's punishment!"

Chen Zilong suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Wine is wine... Whether it is celebration wine or dead wine..."

Song An waved his hand behind him and shouted loudly: "Hurry up... Go to the small building behind the mansion to reinforce... You must not put the two princesses in danger!"

After giving the order, Song An turned around and sarcastically said, "Mr. Wozi... My young master asked you to be the editor-in-chief, the fourth-rank... Tsk tsk, don't you, you have been dormant under my nose for more than two years... If it weren't for Mr. Mo's reminder, you would have really thought about your words... I admire you!"

Chen Zilong glanced at Song An with the corner of his eyes, without any sense of being imprisoned. "Boy... you're a little bit too bad, I said, why did you suddenly become timid? It turned out that it was a bad thing behind Mo Zhinian's old man... Humph, hum... Mo was too happy too early. The mantis stalked the cicada, and the winner was the one who laughed to the end!"

When Song An heard this, he was furious, "You are about to die, and you are still so arrogant... I really think that Mr. Song dares not kill you?"

Chen Zilong was not afraid at all, and even stretched out his head and said excitedly: "Boy... do you dare?"

Song An pulled out his sword from his waist with a "sharp" sound, but the moment the knife was removed from the sheath, Song An suddenly laughed, "I want to die? It's not that easy!"

Seeing that Song An didn't get involved, Chen Zilong retracted his head and sighed slowly, "The king succeeded and the enemy was defeated... I'm not wronged!"

Song An gnawed his teeth gloomyly, "Of course it's not unfair... Do you know how many people died outside the mansion... not less than a thousand people, the streets were covered with plasma, and you know what would happen if you stepped on them... Bajibaji, sticky like a paste... You killed him!"

Chen Zilong was now angry and roared: "No... you killed... you executioner!"

Song An said hehe: "Song led his troops to quell the rebellion... and killed the rebels without any faults. But Mr. Wozi, it is time to think about his family and relatives... and he is a serious crime of treason, and he should kill the nine clans!"

Speaking of this, Song An said with his fingers: "... the first wife died early, there was a six-string, another concubine, two legitimate daughters died young, and one daughter each... Tsk tsk, the population is small, but it's a cheaper one... But the number of people is not enough to get together... I can't run away!"

In theory, it is an individual. At this time, he will also worry about the life and death of his family, relatives and friends.

But if Chen Zilong had not heard of it, he said calmly: "Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven... If they succeed today, they will also be grateful. Since they have been defeated, they should be in this way... Just give it to you."

Song An was stunned, stunned for a while, and spat at Chen Zilong, "Inhumanity..."
Chapter completed!