Wuchang Guanyin Pavilion.

This is the dry winter season, and there is only a few dozen meters wide water surface left between Panlongji and the river bank where it is located.

At this time, the entire Panlong Rock was full of people, even on the roof of Guanyin Pavilion.

"Drag this dog official over!"

Accompanied by an angry roar, Yang He, who was already bruised and swollen, was dragged down from the boat by a group of workers and dragged forward on the reef.

On the beach dozens of meters away, even in shallow water, especially on the city walls that also serve as river embankments, it can be said that there are crowds of people. Everyone is excitedly looking at this small reef and everything on the reef. Behind them is Wuchang City, which is still keeping gunfire sounding, and even the sound of cannons in the east of Xishan and Fankou...

The melee is still going on.

There were still many gentry and their subordinates in those places who were fighting stubbornly.

But their ending is already destined.

There are more than 200,000 workers in this small county and surrounding industrial areas.

Moreover, as an industrial base mainly based on military industry, there is no shortage of various weapons here. The gentry's warehouses can even drag out twenty-four-pound cannons. The largest bird gun factory can make more than one hundred a day. In the factories and warehouses, there are weapons that are easy to obtain everywhere. As for the use of these weapons, it is just a trivial matter. Although the workers do not have military training, they all know how to use the weapons they make. Besides, the weapons of this era are not complicated.

Two hundred thousand workers.

That is the 200,000 soldiers armed with brand new weapons.

These workers actually have complex sources.

The refugees who went south from the north, the landless slums in nearby Wuchang and Huangzhou, and even the shanty towns in nearby mountainous areas are indeed full of conflicts on weekdays, and armed fights are common.

But at this moment, they all completed the condensation under the same goal.

They are all brothers.

They waved various weapons they found in their hands, held up temporary flags, cheered their victory on the Wuchang city walls, and watched the magistrate who was once high and was dragged to Guanyin Pavilion like a dead dog. Moreover, not only the magistrate, but also most local local geniuses such as Mr. Huang, they wailed and begged to the workers beside them, promising various benefits, but they were useless.

"I will give you money, I will give you money, and I still have 200,000 taels of money house in Wuchang!"

Mr. Huang howled.

"Dog thing, if you have money, you won't pay your wages!"

The worker next to him kicked him in the ass.

The workers who were originally tugging him smiled and let go of their hands.

Then Mr. Huang, who had lost his center of gravity, pounced on the head, and his face was knocking on the reef. Speaking of which, the reef below Guanyin Pavilion was washed away by the river for many years, and there was nothing except stones. He looked like a solid face, then screamed and spit out two bloody teeth, then raised his head and looked at the ropes hanging from the eaves of Guanyin Pavilion with a terrified look.

OK, it's the rope cover.

On this reef-standing building, the eaves and corners are all hanging with rope covers, as if thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down, sticking to the cliff-like foundation, swaying to him in the river breeze...

"Give me your life, grandpas!"

He howled without hesitation with his leaking mouth.

"Take your life? Dozens of workers who have been beaten to death by your dog legs over the years have been exhausted by you, forced to work overtime, and rush to work, and watered by the falling iron. Why haven't the more than a hundred people spared you? Now you shouted to spare your life. In the past, you didn't give them a way to live, and now your brothers don't give you a way to live. You have to pay back the blood debt you owe yourself.

Brothers, invite him up!”

A worker shouted under the rope cover.

"Hang him!"

"Hang this dog thing that eats human flesh and drinks human blood!"

...

There was a roar on the beach.

Immediately afterwards, two workers carried Mr. Huang, who had been paralyzed, and walked up to the base of the wall. Then, as he struggled and cried, he lifted him up into the air.

"Yangxian Zun, Yangxian Zun save me!"

Mr. Huang howled obviously in a collapse.

Yang He, who was also sluggish on the ground, suddenly stood up and rushed over, hugging Mr. Huang's legs with both hands. The two workers just let go. He pulled Mr. Huang down and pulled him down suddenly. Mr. Huang, who was putting his neck into the rope, rolled his eyes instantly. He pulled him down hard and shook his tongue, shaking and struggling like a fish caught.

Even pulled it.

"Old thing, if it weren't for you, why did Mr. Yang be so!"

Yang He let go of his hand hatefully, wiped the dirty thing on his face and cursed.

There was a burst of laughter around.

"Master, do you go up by yourself, or do you serve the young?"

The worker said with a smile.

Yang He looked at him sadly...

"Hang him, hang this dog official!"

"Hang him!"

...

The workers shouted.

Yang He knew that he could not escape death today.

In fact, he was also very angry. While making money from the gentry over the years, he was also really doing business to those gentry. Otherwise, why would they give money? His militia suppressed the workers, arrested the gentry and killed the gentry, forced the workers to pay the captive tax, and even sold slaves. They just sold the workers in the prison who were sure that there was no family member outside to the mine. Anyway, they just had to get a list of sick deaths. County Magistrate Yang was really capable, but they were all used to make money.

He looked silently at Mr. Huang who had stopped struggling and hung on the corner of the eaves like a wind chime.

"Hang him!"

"Hang him!"

...

There were tsunami-like roars around.

He walked silently towards a nearby hanging rope cover.

A worker smiled and put a chair taken out from the inside. Magistrate Yang walked up silently with the roar around him, then grabbed the rope with both hands and kept it in a tangled way...

"Hang him!"

"Hang him!"

...

The roar continued.

But at this moment, in the direction of the dock on the other side of Huangzhou Prefecture, ships loaded with soldiers sailed here and went down the river. Although the distance was actually very far, he still seemed to see his son. At this time, he didn't care whether he was an illusion.

"My son save me!"

He shouted like crazy there.

"Where do you get so many things!"

The worker next to him shouted.

Then he raised his foot and kicked the chair under his feet.

Yang He's body suddenly fell, the original shout came to an abrupt end, and his hands were hanging down immediately, then he kicked his legs in the air, sticking out his tongue to look at the illusion of his son...

Well, it's not an illusion.

On the troop transport ship that was going downstream, Yang Sichang was holding up a telescope and watching the scene of his father being hanged.

Under the protection of his servants, he successfully escaped from Wuchang and then went to Huangzhou Prefecture to seek help. He was a prodigy who was highly valued by the gentry of Huangzhou Prefecture, not to mention that the latter had no other choice. Then the Huangzhou Prefecture mobilized the militia and followed him across the river to counterattack Wuchang for rescue, but they were still too late.

"Fire the fire, fire the fire, kill these unruly people!"

He roared in grief and anger.

"fire!"

Beside him, Zou Zhiyi, a local juren of Huangzhou Prefecture, looked at the wind chime hanging on the Guanyin Pavilion and shouted with anger.

Huangzhou Prefecture and Wuchang County are just a few miles away from the water. Most of the gentry in the two places are related to their relatives and friends. What's more, these unlucky people dare to make trouble in Wuchang. As long as they cannot be suppressed quickly, they will soon spread to Huangzhou Prefecture. In fact, there are many of these workers among the workers, including Huangzhou Prefecture. There are also a lot of factories in Wuchang run by Huangzhou gentry, including Zou Zhiyi's family. At this distance, the gentry in the two places has already broken bones and connected tendons...

On the bow deck beside them, a temporary field gun immediately opened fire at Guanyin Pavilion.

However, there are no troops in Huangzhou. These are just local militias. It is okay to maintain public security and suppress unruly people. But if we say that combat effectiveness is symbolic, it would be a miracle that they wanted to hit the Guanyin Pavilion thousands of meters away in the ups and downs of the river.

The shells fell into the river.

The unruly people watched them and continued to hang the gentry.

Soon facing them, the background of Guanyin Pavilion was covered with local tyrants and evil gentry, and even the guardrails were hung on the railings because of insufficient eaves.

"Continue the shelling!"

Zou Zhiyi shouted.

Then his orders were passed on the fleet.

These were the merchant ships requisitioned at the docks, and they had no cannons themselves. Then they got twelve field artillery guns from an arms dealer, but the soldiers did not use these artillery effectively at all, let alone the ups and downs on the river. As a result, with his orders, the field artillery guns sprayed flames on the field vessels, but none of the shells hit Guanyin Pavilion, and even the workers on the shore were not hit. The latter not only did not escape on the shore, but was laughing.

"Bad, I can't even hit this!"
To be continued...