In front of the gate of King Heng’s Mansion.

"With the king, we will have the backbone!"

Yang Feng said with a look of relief.

"You guys let me go, please let me go!"

Then Zhu Chang's crying sounded behind him, and a carriage appeared in the gate. Zhu Chang was crying like a tearful person, as if a poor girl who was forced to marry was walking towards the bridal chamber of a bully in despair.

And around him were the scholars who kept pushing him back who were trying to escape.

The people in front of the palace looked curiously...

"What are you looking at? Welcome the king quickly!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Then the local gentry immediately scolded the people, who paid chaotic visits to the king.

But at the same time, a large number of cavalry rushed straight towards him, leading a red-robed civil servant, and before he could stop, he pointed an anxious horse whip...

"What are you doing if you want to rob the common people?"

He shouted angrily.

After saying that, he took the war horse.

"Come here, send the Heng common people back to the mansion!"

He waved his hand to the back, and then the cavalry went forward one after another.

"Who is this?"

Yang Feng said proudly.

"This is the second son of Xing Kuntian Gong."

The fellow villager who had a sense of mutual appreciation with him quickly said.

"Hmph, this is the loyalty of the Xing family? Classmates, now the treacherous minister is right in front of us, and it is the time for us to eliminate traitors for the country!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Then the students looked at each other...

How to hoe!

They are carrying iron cavalry!

"Go!"

Yang Feng urged.

The students continued to look at each other, and the scene was a little awkward for a moment.

"You are Yang Shoucheng? You Jiangxi people have a good plan. Come to Shandong to provoke righteousness and lead Yang Feng to the north. You are sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight in the south. Unfortunately, you have calculated the wrong account. What can these corrupt scholars do? The scholar rebelled, but failed for ten years, and even wanted to incite a group of corrupt scholars to rebel. It's ridiculous. They all immediately return to their hometowns and report to the teachers of each county, otherwise they will all be eliminated!

They are all well-read poetry and books, and they can't even understand this trick. Where have you read books for so many years?"

Xing Jie's second son Xing Congyan sat on the horse's back and said somewhat contemptuously.

"Xing Erlang, isn't your Xing family a Confucian disciple?"

"A corrupt scholar is indeed a traitor!"

...

Corrupt scholars are angry and embarrassed.

But they just dared to make a noise, but none of them dared to come forward, and there were even timid people watching around and preparing to run away.

Yang Feng suddenly raised his hand and signaled that they were all calm.

"Xing Congyan, now that Confucian Taoism is at the forefront of the survival of the Confucian Taoism, as a Confucian disciple, you do not want to eliminate traitors for the country and protect the Tao with blood. Instead, you help the evil kings and betrayal. If you are with the traitor, aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

He angrily scolded with righteousness.

"The evil words confuse the crowd, take this guy down first!"

Xing Congyan was angry and embarrassed.

Several cavalry immediately dismounted and walked towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng stood with a pretentious look on his face, and watched the cavalry approaching motionlessly. However, the corrupt scholars around him began to retreat and gave him up in a moment. The only kind-hearted Song Jiden pulled him, probably because he wanted him to let it go, while Xing Congyan looked at the scene with a confident smile on the horse's back.

Suddenly Yang Feng sighed...

"Since that's the case, Yang has nothing to say!"

He said.

Xing Congyan frowned.

Almost at the same time, flames suddenly spurted out on the wall of Hengwang Mansion behind Yang Feng. The unexpected cavalry fell down one after another in the roar of bullets. Xing Congyan screamed in fear. The personal soldiers next to him reacted very quickly and immediately pulled him off his horse. The streets were in chaos, and the people watching the fun were frightened and screamed in fear. The remaining cavalry were instantly washed away in the chaotic crowd. On the wall behind Yang Feng, Zhongyi, who had long been ambushed, appeared one after another.

They held their short guns in their hands and kept spraying flames at the cavalry.

"good!"

"Battle, beat these treacherous ministers to death!"

...

The corrupt scholars instantly regained their fighting spirit and cheered behind Yang Feng.

"New Army, New Army!"

Xing Congyan, who was protected by his personal soldiers, screamed.

The local new troops in the distance rushed forward, and then the ambushed soldiers from the streets and alleys next to them were shot out. The righteous soldiers who had already been in the position rushed out. The new troops, who had never experienced the fire of war, collapsed instantly in the roar of bullets, and even knelt down and surrendered. However, the cavalry were still brave, drew their swords and charged on the street, trying to break a road and escape, but they still fell under the accurate shooting of the righteous.

"Kill the traitor!"

Yang Biao led his bandits to rush out on horseback, and rushed forward one by one with cavalry swords.

Their heroic attitude made the scholars here excited, and even those who were preparing to escape bravely moved forward.

"Kill the traitorous minister and confiscate the Xing family!"

The fellow villagers beside Yang Feng yelled excitedly.

"The house was searched!"

"Go together!"

...

The corrupt scholars roared excitedly.

Then they finally couldn't control their own...

Full of loyalty and righteousness!

The blue torrent rushed forward, and the unlucky Xing Congyan watched this scene as if he was stupid, and his personal soldiers dragged him to escape quickly...

"Damn it, how dare you, how dare you..."

He was still roaring.

A group of poor scholars happened to pass by. One of them raised his hand and flew out, which hit his forehead. Xing Congyan screamed and blood flowed. The personal soldiers raised their hand and shot him. The poor scholar fell down with a scream. However, everyone was very excited at this time. Although they dared not rush up, they still dared to throw stones. In fact, the entire Hengwang Mansion was in chaos. The cavalry who followed Xing Congyan were running away, while the local new army fled and surrendered in a mess.

The righteous men were still shooting on the city wall, and Yang Biao led the horse bandits and righteous men to chase the cavalry on the street.

The common people were scolding the gentry and joined the ranks of besieging cavalry. After all, these gentry were all locally well-known.

Corrupt scholars surrounded Yang Feng and the elders and rushed towards the Xing family.

"You guys let me go..."

Zhu Chang? Still crying.

His howling was particularly clear as the gunshots and screams.

The chaotic blue torrent soon arrived at the Xing family. At this time, the Xing family had already received news and closed the door to prepare to resist stubbornly.

Of course, some of the Xing family's slaves are domestic slaves, and some of them are weapons. Originally, his family was an arms dealer. Because of his special identity, the Xing family sold a large amount of arms from the south and then sold them to the official army under his control. This was also a routine operation. After learning the news, Xing Hengji, the brothers who were left behind by the Xing family, quickly mobilized domestic slaves and organized defense lines on the walls and roofs of their own houses under the command of those slaves who followed Xing Jie to command the army.

The first green worms arrived immediately encountered dense bullets and fell down in an instant.

Then the remaining ones were so scared that they quickly retracted.

"Don't be afraid, push the cannon over!"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Quick, hurry up!"

The fellow villager waved to the back.

The group of slaves behind him should be his family, and they were pushing a field cannon with the new army.

This kind of field gun is now very common, but in fact there is no one at all. Just counting the cannon itself is only more than 500 kilograms. However, the specific weight depends on the manufacturer's level. There is still a relatively gap between the casting technology of Shandong and the south, so it is a little important point. However, the bronze field gun used by the Red Turban Army is less than 500 kilograms.

The shell weighing less than three kilograms was fired.
To be continued...