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Chapter 397 Entering Hangzhou Who Says There Are No Heroes in Jiangnan (-word chapter, must read, hehe)
Chen Qiuze had actually been in contact with Zhejiang Admiral Chen Jie several times. The reason why he took such a risk was because he had a fire of unwillingness in his heart.

Chen Qiuze’s sixth-generation ancestor is Xia Wanchun’s master Chen Zilong.

In the late Ming Dynasty, Chen Zilong was a well-known Confucian scholar in Jiangnan. He was a chivalrous man and was able to write military books. He was a rare talent who was both civil and military.

Unfortunately, the situation was bad and he was unable to save it. In the end, he was defeated and drowned for his country.

The Huating Chen family was originally a prominent family in Jiangnan. However, after supporting Chen Zilong in resisting the Qing Dynasty, the family became impoverished and began to decline rapidly. Even the continuation of Chen Zilong's lineage was threatened.

Chen Zilong's son Chen Yi and grandson Chen Xihuang both died young, and his great-grandson, Chen Shigui, the grandfather of Chen Qiuze, was born posthumously.

The lack of successors further aggravated the decline of the Huating Chen family. It was not until Chen Qiuze's generation that the family finally had more brothers and sisters.

But Chen Qiuze was even more miserable, because the Jiading Chen family had declined to the point where they could not even produce a scholar, and had gone from being a family of scholars to farmers.

Chen Qiuze read several books, but the more he read, the more painful he became.

Because as his vision became wider and wider, he discovered that those families that had bowed to the Qing Dynasty in the past still held high positions and their families were prosperous and glorious.

Their Jiading Chen family has fallen to this point. Chen Qiuze has repeatedly questioned whether the persistence of his ancestors was worth it.

This pain accompanied him for ten years, until Mo Zibu appeared, and he seemed to have found the answer.

So after arriving in Dayu, the only thing he thought about was to make great achievements, restore the glory of his ancestors, and make the Jiading Chen family the most dazzling pearl in Jiangnan again.

Chen Jie looked at the tall and thin scholar opposite him. He suddenly drew out the sword from his waist and threw it onto the desk with a clang.

"You traitor, if it weren't for the fact that we're from the same family and hometown, I would have killed you long ago.

I gave you a chance to live, but you didn't cherish it. If you say even a word of disobedience today, I'll chop off your head with one blow."

Chen Qiuze snorted in his heart. What family and fellow villagers? Chen Jie's family has been living outside the Great Wall for three or four generations, and he can't even speak Minnan dialect.

Since Chen Qiuze actually only speaks a little Cantonese and doesn't know Hokkien, the two of them communicate entirely in Mandarin.

In this world, are there any fellow Quanzhou people who can only communicate in Mandarin?

"General, why are you threatening me? You are a veteran of many battles, but I am determined to die.

To use such lightly the words of life and death is to look down on me and even insult you."

Chen Qiuze spoke lightly, his words were very direct, because Lin Qiaoyin was going to commit suicide tomorrow, and he didn't have that much time to continue arguing with Chen Jie.

"Are you ready to die?" Chen Jie expressed his doubt. "I'm forty-eight years old this year. I've fought thousands of miles and killed more people than you know, but I still wouldn't dare to say I'm ready to die. How can you, a mere scholar, make such boasts?"

"I have received news that the Hangzhou General Erdemon'e wants to mobilize the Hangzhou Eight Banners Army to kill everyone in Hangzhou.

My ancestor, Chen Gongzilong, was personally recognized as a national hero by His Majesty Guangzhong.

Chen, bearing the glory of his ancestors, is unwilling to abandon the hundreds of thousands of Han people in this city and live in fear. Since I cannot persuade the general today, I am prepared to die here with my compatriots."

"What!" Chen Jie stood up suddenly. It was obvious that he didn't know about this matter, so even though Chen Qiuze was in front of him, he couldn't hold it in.

"How do you know about this?" Chen Jie asked his Gosha to investigate while staring at Chen Qiuze.

"General, there is no need to ask these questions. Your Goshaha will bring you news soon anyway." Chen Qiuze said slowly, his eyes fixed on Chen Jie.

"The general is not from the Chen Han army, and his ancestors were not traitors who knelt before the Yongli Emperor. Instead, they were forced to follow Zheng Keshuang north. Other Han army flags have no chance of survival under His Majesty Guangzhong, but the general does.

Now the rise of Han and the destruction of the Hu is a foregone conclusion. Since the Eastern Tartars were completely annihilated in Beihe and even Agui was killed in battle, it is impossible for them to hold on to this world.

General, don’t you know that the great-grandfather and maternal grandfather of Emperor Guangzhong, who revived the Tang Dynasty and succeeded the Han Dynasty, were both former generals of Dongning, and that King Xu Zhongzhen was one of the heroes who stayed in the Han Dynasty.

The famous Hongmen Kunlun Mountain also originated from Hanliu, which was founded by Chen Wenzheng, the governor of Dongning. King Xu Zhongzhen was also dispatched by Chen Wenzheng.

The general is a fellow townsman of Chen Wenzhen, the governor of Dongning, and their ancestors might even be relatives. Considering that there are only a few loyal descendants left now, the relationship between them can be said to be very close.

Look at Dayu now, how many heroes from Zhangzhou and Quanzhou are in high positions. The general is not loyal to his compatriots and fellow villagers, but instead serves the Tartars when the Eastern Tartars are about to be destroyed. Does the general still think that this action will leave a name in history?

Chen Jie's breathing became rapid. The words "Chen Wenzhenggong, the General Governor of Dongning" were like waves, constantly rolling and surging in his mind.

Who wouldn’t be proud to have such heroic ancestors?

However, the Chen family has been shaving their heads and changing their clothes for five or six generations since they followed Zheng Keshuang in surrendering. In addition, the Hanliu and Tiandihui, which are now becoming more and more powerful in Fujian and Guangdong, were both founded by Chen Yonghua, so the Chen family deliberately blocked information in this regard.

But Chen Jie looked up and saw Chen Qiuze's gaze, which was as sharp as a sword, with a proud light in his stubbornness.

If Chen Jie had not been impressed by this man's perseverance upon first meeting him, he would have arrested him long ago. Of course, the growing strength of Dayu in the south was also largely due to this.

Knowing at this moment that the ancestor of Emperor Guangzhong in the south was actually a subordinate of his ancestor, Chen Jie was so excited that he couldn't help but say something.

"It's not that I'm ungrateful, but my family is outside the Great Wall. If I change anything, they will all die."

Chen Qiuze immediately took a step closer and shouted, "Heroes throughout history, who doesn't have family?

Loyalty and filial piety, loyalty and filial piety, loyalty comes before filial piety. If everyone is filial but not loyal, what will happen to the world?
At this moment, there are hundreds of thousands of people in Hangzhou City, all of whom are our compatriots. Is General Chen going to watch them being killed by the Tartars?
Even if we take a step back and say that General Chen has saved his family, can his family really be saved after Emperor Guangzhong recovers the Central Plains in the future?

Based on my understanding of His Majesty Guangzhong, if that were to happen, every single official in Hangzhou today would be exterminated along with their entire clan!

Chen Jie took a deep breath, but still couldn't make up his mind. At this moment, Goshaha, who had gone out to investigate, came back and immediately whispered a few words in Chen Jie's ear.

Chen Jie's eyes suddenly widened. He could no longer hold back. "Are Erdemenge and Fan Jianzhong crazy? How can they be such beasts!"

"General, we have no choice. If Erdemeng'e and his men kill all the people in Hangzhou, how can we live with our consciences?"

"Yeah, there are hundreds of thousands of people. Once the killing starts, we will only have two options: stop them or kill them along with them. We might as well rebel now."

"The master of the Yaofang family wrote to me a few days ago saying that if Dayu took Taiwan, they would also surrender."

Several generals around Chen Jie all tried to persuade him. Without exception, they were all descendants of Chen Yonghua. Now that they heard that Mo Guangzhong's maternal grandfather was a subordinate of their ancestor, how could they not be moved with such a close relationship?

Although Chen Yonghua's eldest son Chen Mengwei was moved to the north, his youngest son Chen Mengqiu stayed in Taiwan, which these people call the "youngest son".

When Chen Jie heard those close to him say this, he made up his mind and turned around to look at Chen Qiuze.

"The Dongning Governor Chen Wenzheng you just mentioned is none other than my fifth generation ancestor!"

"Ah!" Chen Qiuze was shocked. He was overjoyed. "You are indeed the descendant of a hero, General Chen. You saved all the people of Hangzhou today. You have lived up to the heroic name of our ancestors!"

"But there is only one battalion of the Third Battalion in Hangzhou, and there are several bannermen among them. I can only control 400 people." Chen Jie said in a low voice:
"Although my four hundred men are elite soldiers, we are still not strong enough to fight against more than ten thousand bannermen and the governor's flag with two thousand men."

This is indeed a problem. Chen Qiuze was considering whether to let Chen Jie go with them to hold the vicinity of Beigaofeng. Outside, Chen Jie's Gosha came again.

"Sir, one of your attendants is outside and has something urgent to report."

. . . .

Not far from Pinghai Gate, Fan Debao was staying there somewhat nervously. He did not go to find Zhejiang Governor Li Zhiying, but went directly to find Chen Qiuze. The one who tried to buy all the information about the city from him was Chen Qiuze.

Lin Qiaoyin also felt that he was very lucky. He had originally prepared himself for death, but by some strange coincidence, it was the Tartars who were in big trouble.

"General Chen, you are a veteran, so I will give you full command this time. Brother Chen and I will listen to you." Lin Qiaoyin thought about it and gave up the command.

Chen Jie looked at Lin Qiaoyin in shock. "I'm new here, and Mr. Xinghuo trusts me so much?"

Lin Qiaoyin smiled and nodded. "I see the kindness and justice of a human being in the general's eyes. I know the general will not let down the hundreds of thousands of his fellow citizens in Hangzhou."

Chen Jie nodded slowly and bowed to Lin Qiaoyin. "Don't worry, Mr. Xinghuo. I will definitely live up to your trust."

As he spoke, Chen Jie began to command his subordinates. He was indeed a military commander who had risen step by step from the garrison position. He knew the strengths and weaknesses of the Qing Dynasty very well, and he immediately came up with a plan without even having to think about it.

"The Eight Banners stationed in Hangzhou have long been gone, and only one in ten of the muskets and cannons in the charge of the musket commander and the artillery commander remains.

Among the cavalry, there were 1,128 Manchu cavalrymen and 376 Mongolian cavalrymen. Not to mention the cavalrymen, there were not even that many war horses. Most of the war horses were rented out.

The 184 vanguard battalions and their officers, the 16 internally commissioned vanguard colonels, were also basically corrupt and could not be compared with their ancestors at all.

Most of the remaining archery troops were unable to draw their bows, and the more than 300 infantrymen seldom exercised for ten days, and had not seen blood for hundreds of years.

The only concern is that they still have more than a thousand muskets, hundreds of sets of cloth armor, and tens of thousands of young men. If we ask them to line up, our six or seven hundred people are still not enough to fight.

Therefore, we might as well pick one or two hundred elite soldiers and follow Fan Debao into the city. While they are sleeping, we will rush in and kill them, set fire everywhere, and catch them off guard.

Mr. Xinghuo, you are quite famous in Hangzhou City. Once we start killing, you should go to the big families in Hangzhou City and spread the news that the Manchus are coming out to kill people.

We must arouse the indignation of the people of Hangzhou and trap the two battalions of Governor Li Zhiying.

Most of these Fu Biao are either from Hangzhou or Zhejiang. They may not give their all. As long as they are blocked, we will deal with the banner troops all over the city."

Lin Qiaoyin nodded. "Okay, I'll go right away. General Chen, don't worry. My Dayu navy is the strongest in the world. Once Hangzhou is restored, I will have the navy dispatch warships to assist you in fetching the monks from the northeast."

Then he comforted the trembling Fan Debao, saying, "Don't worry, my dear brother. You have done such a great deed and achieved such great merit this time. The emperor will definitely make you a glorious Han Chinese again.

In the future, you will no longer have to be a slave, and you will no longer be trapped in this small city. Maybe the Emperor will even reward you with a title, and you can go wherever you want in the future.

I heard your son is very intelligent. Now that this matter is over, you can let him study with me. He will definitely have a bright future!"

Fan Debao, who had been trembling, finally calmed down after hearing what Lin Qiaoyin said. Thinking of the good days and his son in the future, he nodded vigorously.

"I understand. I will follow Mr. Lin from now on."

. . . .

It was still dark, with only a little light, but Erdemenge and Fan Jianzhong had already stood up to assemble the troops.

However, after dragging on for half an hour, with the leaders and lieutenants urging everyone around, only three or four thousand of the original ten thousand soldiers were gathered.

Fan Jianzhong couldn't help but yawn, "Master, that's all for now. Let these people see the blood first, and the others will come slowly."

"It's not decent. If it were in our ancestors' time, many heads would have been chopped off." Erdemeng'e was extremely dissatisfied and muttered, "Bring in all the one-cent men outside."

Upon hearing this, Fan Jianzhong waved his hand. A flag signalman beside him, who was yawning continuously, waved the triangular red flag listlessly.

After a long time, the creaking sound of the camp gate of the parade ground was heard being opened.

Twenty or so soldiers dressed in Green Camp uniforms came in, escorting nearly two hundred "one-cent men".

A vanguard captain wore his ancestor's cloth armor, hoping to look majestic, but unfortunately, his ancestor was at least twice as old as him, and the cloth armor could not be reduced in size.

It was so that he didn't look like he was wearing armor, but rather wrapped in a quilt, which was as ridiculous as it could be.

"Wow, this Li Zhiying is really dedicated to her work, having brought so many people here!"

The vanguard captain was from the Manchu Plain Yellow Banner. In his eyes, even if Li Zhiying, a Han army member of the Plain White Banner, was appointed as a provincial governor, his status in the banner was lower than his.

However, after taking a look, he suddenly felt that something was not right, because these men who were brought in with only one penny each had strong build and burly shoulders, and they did not look like the "pigs and sheep" being escorted in at all!

He was about to shout when Chen Jie's personal soldiers came over with bows and nods. Seeing the familiar flattering smile, the vanguard captain immediately lost his vigilance.

At this moment, the personal soldier rushed forward, grabbed the vanguard captain's hand and pulled it into his arms, covered his mouth with his right hand like lightning, and pushed him to the ground.

A short dagger suddenly appeared in the hand of the person who was pulling the man, and he stabbed it into the small gap in front of the forward's cloth armor on the neck.

"Kill!" Chen Jie growled.

In an instant, more than two hundred people suddenly took out their swords and spears and rushed towards the bannermen in the parade ground.

Many of these bannermen who had just been pulled out of their warm beds had not yet figured out what was going on. Some of them even had long knives stabbed into their abdomens. While they felt the severe pain, they still didn't understand what was going on.

"Boom!" Chen Qiuze took two bombs and threw them out quickly, instantly knocking down a large number of the bannermen gathered in the middle of the parade ground.

Only then did they realize that something bad had happened, but after the explosion they did not resist but ran away in fear.

These people are not soldiers at all, they are just a group of ordinary citizens who are kept in captivity.

After dropping the bomb, Chen Qiuze was extremely excited. He shouted orders and more than a dozen soldiers around him lined up with him.

There was no need to chase them. The bannermen would naturally come charging at them crying and rushing towards them without thinking. They just had to stab and kill them.

These three or four thousand bannermen were like ants in a burst of flames. No one thought of resisting. They all screamed and called their friends to run towards their homes.

In fact, they were powerless to resist, and many of them were still holding shotguns.

Chen Jiewu was a Jinshi graduate. Although he was 48 years old, he was still very brave. Holding a big knife, he and dozens of his followers rushed into the crowd and started killing.

A cut on the left side opened up a shriveled belly, and a cut on the right side cut off half of the shoulder.

A strong Mongolian Eight Banners soldier roared. He wanted to fight back, but he was pushed by the fleeing figures around him and couldn't even stand.

Chen Jie saw him from a distance, stuck his sword into the ground, took out his bow and arrow, and shot out two arrows, hitting the face of the Mongolian Eight Banners strong man very accurately.

The strong man screamed miserably, covered his face, and fell down with a rumbling sound of unwillingness.

"Follow their tails, don't stop them head-on!" Chen Jie shouted. For a moment, he had an illusion that these flag troops were weaker than the Chanhui in the Western Regions and did not know how to resist at all.

He had heard that the Jiangnan Bannermen were weak, but he didn't expect them to be so weak.

Chen Qiuze also had the same feeling. He took a spear that he picked up from somewhere and chased after a group of frightened figures with it.

He stabbed a tall and thin figure to the ground with a spear, the sharp spear piercing his waist. The guy held a short knife in his hand, but still did not resist, not even daring to look back at Chen Qiuze, but crawled forward on the ground and screamed.

Chen Qiuze shouted loudly and stirred it violently again. The bannerman screamed even more violently, and finally twitched twice and stopped moving.

Dong dong, another man with long braids ran past him. Chen Qiuze didn't even look at him and shot him again.

This time, all the people who came to raid had their braids cut off, so they were very easy to identify.

"Aye!" The man with the long braid screamed in pain as Chen Qiuze stabbed him in the abdomen.

The severe pain made the man with long braids burst out with amazing strength. He tightly grasped the barrel of Chen Qiuze's gun, preventing Chen Qiuze from pulling it out. With his mouth full of blood, he kept shouting "Aye, Aye" in pain.

At this time, another man with braids holding a knife ran past Chen Qiuze. Chen Qiuze was shocked. He couldn't draw out his spear and now he had no weapon.

"Hey!" In a flash, Chen Qiuze instinctively yelled, and Bian Zi jumped up with a frightened cry.

He didn't even see Chen Qiuze's appearance clearly. His knees went weak and he fell to the ground with a thud. The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Chen Qiuze was overjoyed. He quickly picked up the long knife in his braid and stabbed it towards his chest. With a "puchi" sound, blood spurted out and sprayed all over Chen Qiuze.

The man with the braid remained kneeling until he was stabbed in the abdomen and fell down, with his hands raised high as if begging for mercy.

Chen Qiuze looked up and realized that he had been separated from his comrades. It was so dark that he didn't know where he had run to.

But after he killed three or four people in succession, he suddenly became braver.

Chen Qiuze pulled out the spear from the dead man with long braids, and then pulled out a long knife from the chest of another man with long braids, and then hit him hard in the neck.

After finishing off the enemy, he continued searching forward.

"Bang!" After turning around a few times, Chen Qiuze kicked open a wooden door. A thin man who was trying to block the door was knocked to the ground along with the door.

He looked at Chen Qiuze in horror, and heard the screams of women and children in the house.

Chen Qiuze wanted to retreat, but the tall and thin man became a little nervous when he heard the screams of his wife and daughter. He picked up a big stick and hit Chen Qiuze.

Chen Qiuze suddenly became furious and quickly dodged the wooden stick. He raised his hand and hit the tall and thin man with a spear. The man screamed and his body shook as he hung on the spear.

Chen Qiuze grabbed the gun barrel and pulled it, then kicked it, knocking the tall and thin man off the gun like a piece of garbage, leaving him twitching slowly on the ground.

The Wen brothers did not run away. They cooperated very well. The younger brother held a rattan shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, while the older brother held a pair of black iron hammers.

They searched house by house. They were not heroes like Chen Qiuze, but cruel pirates.

The moment he kicked the door open, Wen Da roared wildly and smashed a man's head with a hammer.

"Ama!" A small flagman screamed, and Wen Da took a big step forward and smashed down on his head with a hammer with a sound of wind.

The flag bearer twitched stiffly and fell down with blood all over his head.

Suppressed, shrill cries were heard from inside the house. Wen Er smiled cruelly, threw a can of tung oil over, and then took out a tinder to light it.

This house, built entirely of wood, suddenly caught fire fiercely.

Then the two killers would wait outside. Anyone who couldn't stand it and came out of the house, no matter who it was, would be killed by the two of them, one with a knife and the other with a hammer, until they could no longer come out.

"Dou!" With a clear sound, Chen Qiuze bent down as if assisted by God, and an arrow flew past his ear.

"Xiao Zaoxi!" Chen Qiuze, who had come to his senses, was furious and ran over with a spear in hand.

The archery leader, who was wearing cloth armor, wanted to shoot a second arrow, but he was so panicked that his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't string the bow.

"Hah!" Chen Qiuze stabbed the leader's cloth armor with his spear, but found that he couldn't penetrate it at all. However, he used up his brute force and held the spear, pushing the leader back continuously.

The spear tip had actually pierced into Lingcui's flesh. In panic, Lingcui could only throw away the bow and arrow and hold the spear shaft tightly to prevent the spear tip from really piercing his stomach.

One of them pushed hard while the other retreated hard, and they soon fell to the ground. The leader rolled smartly, pressing the spear under his body, and at the same time grabbed Chen Qiuze's face with his left hand.

Chen Qiuze felt a burning sensation on his face and eyes from being grabbed by him, and he reached out to grab Ling Cui's eyes with both hands.

The two men dug at each other's faces until they were covered in blood, and they were entangled on the ground, each trying to put his legs on the other to gain an advantage.

After rolling twice, Chen Qiuze had been fighting for quarter of an hour. He was exhausted and was ridden by the leader. The situation was very dangerous.

But at this moment, the leader suddenly put his right hand into Chen Qiuze's mouth.

Chen Qiuze was overjoyed and didn't care about the fishy smell as he took a big bite.

"Ah!" The leader let out a shrill scream. He felt that the fingers on his right hand were about to be bitten off. His left hand unconsciously let go of Chen Qiuze's hand and was about to hit his face.

But due to the severe pain, the pressure of his hands and legs was not so strong. When the leader let go, Chen Qiuze's hands were free. He touched his waist and a pistol appeared in his hand.

"Bang!" Black smoke flashed along with flames, and the leader shuddered as if he had been electrocuted. He looked at Chen Qiuze in disbelief and slowly fell on him.

No matter what kind of armor you have, it will definitely not be able to stop a pistol shot at your chest.

Chen Qiuze turned over and pushed the leader off him, spitting out a piece of leader's finger meat from his mouth.

"Ama, Ama, you killed my Ama, Ama, wake up!"

Not long after Lingcui fell down and Chen Qiuze just picked up the knife, a gentle-looking boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a green robe, rushed out of the house. He hugged Lingcui's body and burst into tears.

Chen Qiuze looked at the fair-skinned boy and even smelled the familiar scent of books on him.

Chen Qiuze hesitated for a moment and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly remembered that Xia Wanchun was about this age when he died.

He no longer hesitated, roared, and cut off the thin neck with one knife. The head with braid flew far away.

"Ancestors, Lord Xia Wanchun, your descendants will avenge you!"

Chen Qiuze shouted to the sky, and with a bang, a purple lightning flashed across the sky.

The sky and the earth finally brightened.

At this moment, the commotion all over the city finally woke up the city of Hangzhou.

Lin Qiaoyin had his men marching under a red banner with a golden sun and moon, appearing openly in Hangzhou. The local powerful families, the yamen runners who had long been infiltrated, and the city foxes and rats were all mobilized.

Soon, the news that Emperor Guangzhong's heavenly soldiers and the Han soldiers had entered the city spread throughout the city. People were saying everywhere that Emperor Guangzhong's soldiers, wearing white helmets and armor, had come to avenge Lu Jianguo.

The voices grew louder and louder. After a year of Lin Qiaoyin's work, the recovery of Zhoushan made many Hangzhou people begin to believe that the Han dynasty was coming back.

Lin Qiaoyin cut off his braid, which he had wanted to cut off for a long time, picked up a full bowl of wine, and looked at the leaders from all walks of life who were mobilized in front of him.

"Gentlemen, the Han Dynasty is about to return, and it's time for us to make a contribution." After drinking the wine, Lin Qiaoyin slammed the wine bowl to the ground, and the fragments flew everywhere.

"Ninety-nine steel knives in hand!" Lin Qiaoyin shouted.

"We won't stop until all the Hu people are killed!" The leaders of all walks of life also shouted and drank the bowl of wine together.

They might have been ambiguous towards Lin Qiaoyin at first, taking advantage when there was benefit, and watching from the sidelines when there was no benefit.

But this time, Emperor Guangzhong's manifesto had already reached Hangzhou, and all the bannermen in the city were ready to come out and kill them, so everyone had no choice.

. . . .

"The Tartars are killing people! The Tartars are coming out of the city to kill people!" An old man in the neighborhood started beating a gong.

"What?" Zhao Da from the blacksmith shop was furious. "They also want to kill us Hangzhou people and launch the Yangzhou Ten Days!"

"The Tartars are killing people! They are coming out of the city to kill people. All of you follow me, take up your weapons and fight back!"

Before Zhao Da could do anything, his master, an old blacksmith with white hair and beard, appeared. He was very prestigious and when he raised his arm and called out, many of his disciples gathered around him.

This is the credit of Lin Qiaoyin and Chen Qiuze. When they were training in Guangzhou, Mo Zibu specifically instructed them to pay attention to developing courageous and organized practitioners such as blacksmiths, butchers, coolies, and dock porters in Hangzhou, and they could even use their existing guilds to mobilize manpower.

"Cut off your braids, cut off your braids, otherwise you won't be recognized!" someone shouted and handed over a pair of scissors.

"Master, do we really want to kill the Tartars?" Zhao Da asked hesitantly.

The master blacksmith laughed heartily, "Kill him, of course I should kill him. I still want to be a high official of the Emperor Guangzhong!"

After that, Teacher Zu took the lead in cutting off the braids on his head.

"I am Mr. Xinghuo. The Heavenly Soldiers will arrive soon. Follow me to slay the Tartars and welcome them into Hangzhou. From now on, you will all be meritorious officials of the New Dynasty and heroes of the Han nation!"

Lin Qiaoyin had his men hold up a red flag with a golden sun and moon, revealing their true faces, and walked in front of a group of blacksmiths, pig butchers, and leaders of the city fox and rat tribes.

"Kill the Tartars, become high officials, and revive the Han Dynasty!" Everyone was excited. They held various weapons and, led by Lin Qiaoyin, ran towards the Zhejiang Governor's Office not far from Mancheng.

Along the way, more and more people were infected by the fanatical atmosphere, and people were shouting and inciting people to go all over the city and kill the Tartars.

Some people didn't even know what they were doing. They were simply infected by the atmosphere and joined the team.

When I got to the team, someone handed me a pair of scissors and said, "Cut your braids quickly, or they will mistake you for a Tartar and kill you unjustly."

Crowds gathered from all the streets, and more and more people joined in. By the time they arrived at the gate of the Zhejiang Governor's Office, there was a huge crowd of at least tens of thousands of people.

A team of flag-pulling soldiers just appeared. Lin Qiaoyin waved his hand, and the core members of the crowd, a group of pig butchers and dock workers wearing half-body armor made in Guangzhou, rushed over.

Fu Biao was caught off guard and just retreated slightly, then rushed forward and the morale of the crowd rose immediately.

Tens of thousands of people rushed forward, and more than two hundred standard-bearers didn't even have time to reload their muskets, or even swing their swords a few times, before they were directly drowned in the crowd.

Afterwards, the violent crowd rushed directly into the governor's office. No matter whether you were a standard-bearer, a yamen runner, or even a clerk, anyone who did not cut his braids was thrown to the ground and then beaten and kicked until he was minced into meat.

On the left side of the yamen, Li Zhipu, the younger brother of Governor Li Zhiying and the Lieutenant General of the Fu Biao Army, had just gotten up from the bed. He had just walked out of the house with a single sword in his hand when he was immediately blocked in the courtyard by hundreds of people.

Li Zhipu was born into a military family and emerged from the pile of corpses in Jinchuan. He was considered a fierce general. Even with a single sword in hand, he was still unstoppable. He immediately injured four or five people, and frightened a number of people who dared not step forward.

A Yuzai was a peddler selling eels, shrimps and crabs by the Qiantang River. He looked left and right in the crowd and suddenly found a pile of red bricks in the corner.

He immediately shouted and called someone to come and get it.

Li Zhipu was thinking about how to rush out when he suddenly saw bricks flying towards him. He howled miserably and didn't even have the strength to run.

In just a few breaths, only half of the military general's head was left.

In the inner hall of the governor's office, the governor of Zhejiang, Li Zhiying, a Han army member of the Plain White Banner, was wearing his official uniform. Facing the people rushing in, he even shouted loudly, trying to show his official power to scare them away.

Some people were indeed hesitant because of his good reputation, but suddenly, someone shouted, "Kill the Tartars!"

The air suddenly heated up, and dozens of people rushed forward, grabbed the governor, and quickly beat him to death.

Everyone was in high spirits. A large number of people who had cut off their braids rushed into the governor's office, where they had to be cautious even when passing by the door, and took away the tables, chairs, benches, bowls, chopsticks, pots, and even the large vats for rainwater.

Regardless of whether it is valuable or not, the key is that this feeling of suddenly disregarding authority is very fascinating.

Soon, the door of this majestic Zhejiang Governor's Yamen seemed to be torn down, and Governor Li Zhiying's official hat was put on his head by a strong man, who ran around excitedly.

At this time, someone shouted that there were tens of thousands of taels of silver worth of military pay stored in the Fubiao Parade Ground. When the people heard this, their eyes turned red and they rushed towards the Fubiao Parade Ground.

The standard-bearing soldiers were so frightened that an internal conflict soon broke out. Some Han officers and soldiers killed their bannerman superiors, took off their military uniforms, cut off their braids, and suddenly led the people to hunt down officials at all levels.

The situation in the city became even more brutal, and the opposing emotions that had been suppressed for more than a hundred years were completely out of control at this moment.

Lin Qiaoyin watched as at least 40,000 to 50,000 people rushed into the city, and he suddenly felt that his biggest problem now was not how to take over Hangzhou City.

The question is how to put a brake on the violent people so that the expulsion of the Tartars does not turn into looting, smashing and burning.

Erdemenge was pulled out of the cellar of his home. Two strong men grabbed his arms and dragged him out. Along the way, people kept rushing up to punch and kick him, and the sound of broken bones and tendons could be heard continuously.

After walking only two or three hundred meters, the strong man who was holding his arm suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that the old dog had been beaten to pieces by the violent people. The arm in the strong man's hand was the most complete part of Erdemenger.

Fan Jianzhong cut off his braids and pretended to shout loudly, as if he was also a righteous citizen. Then he could only watch as the violent people beat his entire family to death and looted everything in their home.

"Dad, Dad!" Fan Jianzhong's youngest son was beaten all over his body and screamed miserably.

Fan Jianzhong couldn't stand it anymore, so he staggered out of the door and bumped into a strong man.

Fan Jianzhong looked up and saw that it was a captain of Fu Biao. He had seen this captain before and he had even kowtowed to him.

But at this moment, the leader's eyes flashed with the light of seeing prey, and his strong big hands grabbed Fan Jianzhong's thin neck.

"Lord Commander, please lend me your brain in exchange for my whole family's safety and prosperity, ahahahahaha!"

While laughing wildly, Ba Zong was afraid that Fan Jianzhong's loud shouting would cause more people to come and share the cake, so he pinched Fan Jianzhong's chin and twisted it, dislocating his jaw.

After taking two steps, he thought it was still not safe, so he simply picked up a big wooden stick, raised it high, exhaled and broke both of Fan Jianzhong's legs.

Afterwards, the captain picked up the howling Fan Jianzhong like a sheep and ran away quickly.

　A big chapter of 9,000 words, making up for the 2,000 words missing on May Day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)