Chapter 279: Kill (Part 1)

On the night of February 13, early spring of the first year of Hongwu

At this time, the street was quiet, and most of the households were turned off and the lights were gone to sleep. Occasionally, some people were still on fire, and some were bouncers carrying small lanterns and beating gongs or gongs.

At this time, a group of armored soldiers wearing armored clothes moved forward like an iron stream on the street until a street stopped.

"Yu Mansion?" Several people were hugging under the moonlight, one of which was a middle-aged man, and there was a prefect of the city behind him. The middle-aged man sneered and bowed to the prefect behind him: "Mr. Han, the Thirteenth Division is in charge of orders, and I also ask for supervision from the Lord."

According to the system, such murderous matters must be accompanied by local officials to supervise, and even the property must be controlled by both parties before it can be copied.

Han Yang was about forty years old. Seeing this, he sighed in his heart: "The Yu family is over."

The Yu family is rich and has some reputation in Nanyang County. Outsiders gave him a nickname called "Yu Bancheng". Naturally, they would not refuse to give filial piety to the prefect, but no one can stop him now.

But on the other hand, the Yu family has huge funds, and the search of the house is also beneficial to the local government's treasury. Thinking of this, he waved his hand slightly and said, "Shi Baihu, you do your business!"

Shi Baihu bowed and responded. He was only a ninth rank official and naturally he had to salute, but now he is the chief.

Once surrounded, there was no need to hide. Just listen to a command, and the armored soldiers kept saying "scandian" and directly surrounded Yu's mansion.

At this time, there was already a reaction inside, and several gongs rang, and a voice shouted: "There is a thief, fuck you guys!"

Shi Baihu looked at it and saw that under the moonlight, he saw that there were old and young people, wearing all kinds of clothes, shouting and coming towards the door, and he opened the door himself.

"The crowd!" Shi Baihu showed a grim smile. He didn't bring many soldiers. The Thirteenth Division had twenty-one sword-bearing men, and the armored soldiers who were temporarily transferred to the city were only thirty of three fires.

There were five cavalrymen outside, which was a slashing team against those who had been out.

Seeing this, both the monks and the armored soldiers stood up solemnly, not only not afraid, but also had a faint sense of excitement on their faces.

The founding of Dacheng, the army of war, at least after rigorous training, would not be afraid. Moreover, killing enemies is the greatest capital for rewards and promotions. Although killing these thieves has few military achievements, as long as they resist, it is considered to be half a person's plan to make a fortune. In fact, the more people resisting, the better.

The number of muskets was very small, only ten people. At this time, they were already standing in a state of grave, holding the musket, and loading ammunition inside.

"Preparation!" Shi Baihu shouted.

Ten musketeers leaned forward together and focused on aiming, while the armored soldiers behind them all pulled out their snow-white long sword with a "scandal".

"shoot!"

"Baopaopaopaopaopaopaopaopao!" The muskets fired out, shooting out projectiles and smoke. Suddenly, screams came. After a while, the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and there were a few people rolling and screaming on the ground. Some were beaten to death on the spot. Some were not dead yet, but screaming loudly on the ground.

Seeing the miserable appearance in front of me, I saw officers and soldiers behind me, and when I saw officials behind me, these people who thought they were thieves suddenly screamed at the top of their lungs, turned around and ran back. Several of them had no time to escape, and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Seeing this situation, the officers and soldiers were not surprised at all.

The officers and soldiers are only about fifty years old. If these servants encounter thieves with the same number, they may not be afraid. Even if they have muskets, they are facing officers and soldiers. How could the word "officials and soldiers" be fake?

How many people dare to kill the police?

Shi Baihu suddenly felt proud to dominate the fate of others. He stepped forward and sniffed: "Cause the armor and soldiers, kill them, kill all the people in the mansion."

At this moment, the mansion was in chaos. The guy who beat the gong and threw it away and ran away. People could vaguely scattered under the starlight, trying to escape.

The torch was lit, poured with oil, and crackled.

Fifty soldiers rushed in and killed everyone when they saw it. Suddenly, screams continued.

The process of chopping was almost unresisting. At this moment, he suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

The sound was almost like a lion's roar. Even the officers and soldiers were stunned. A door opened and three monks came out. The leader was wearing cloth clothes and shoes. There was a faint light on his face. The monk clasped his hands together and his voice was low and thick: "Good, why do you kill me like this? I don't avoid the king's law. Please forgive these donors!"

The sound had a strange fluctuation, which made people feel the compassion and power implicitly. Even soldiers could not help but stop and looked at Shi Baihu.

The monk clasped his hands and closed his eyes under the moon. He really looked like a real man. Shi Baihu was furious. His face remained unchanged. He walked forward slowly to him and said, "What a real man is like!"

Everyone thought they were going to say something, but they didn't want to say this. They pulled out the long sword, and the sword light flashed in the air. With a "scarlet" sound, the master's head was already different!

The head rolled straight into the middle of the yard, and blood splattered out.

The sword was as fast as lightning, and everyone was stunned and stared at the hundred-household with a grim smile on their faces.

"I want to be confused by this little trick?" Baihu shook his knife with a grim smile and said, "Don't you work yet?"

Fanzi and the soldiers woke up and slashed over again. For a moment, screams resounded throughout the streets.

Many residents nearby were awakened by the sound. Some people peeked out through the cracks in the yard gate. After seeing the situation outside, they were so scared that their faces turned pale and their whole bodies were trembling. They quickly rolled back to the bed, not daring to move.

Fortunately, the killing sound soon calmed down.

The next morning, it was just dawn, and it was a little far apart. Those who didn't hear it clearly went out, but the people who knew the inside story near this mansion were all closed.

On the streets farther away, there are stalls selling food, and people in groups of three or three have already appeared.

At this time, a soldier saw the brigade of soldiers passing by with his own eyes, and these people couldn't help but dare not say anything.

The soldiers walked past, and someone breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "What's going on? Is it going to fight again?"

"No way? The new emperor has just ascended the throne. What kind of war will he fight? He just had a grand amnesty some time ago." The person who said this was a businessman. What a small vendor was most afraid of was the chaos of the times. This big merchant could make money from the national crisis. The small merchant did not even have the ability to protect himself in troubled times, so he hoped that the world would be peaceful as soon as possible.

"That's right, but it's not peaceful in the north. Who knows when to call me? Besides, is the incident that happened in Jinling a few days ago still young? I heard that many people died!" Someone came over and said.

"No, I have heard of that, too. I heard that if I die, I will say that there is no such number!" As he said that, he gestured to a number and everyone took a breath of cold air.

"If you want to talk about this, you can't blame others. If you want to blame, you can only blame these people for being greedy and are determined to die. Besides, we people do whatever we ask us to do, and we have to do it on our backs. Aren't we seeking death?"

"Not!"

At the breakfast stall, there was a group of passing small businessmen talking about what happened some time ago.

For people like them, the current daily life is very rare, so they have never had a good impression of the people who cause trouble.

So the more I said this, the more I felt a bit derogatory.

There were three men on the table. One of them could no longer hear this, so he slapped the table and stood up.

"What do you guys know! Don't talk nonsense anymore..." He wanted to say something, but was stopped by his companions.

"Stop talking! You and I can't help but be careful!" The long-faced man sitting next to him said helplessly.

Looking at the various gazes that looked at him, the man who stood up breathed a sigh of relief, and could only sit down again with a gloomy face.

However, after being interrupted by him, it was really hard for others to continue talking.

Everyone was a little disappointed, and the atmosphere became cold for a moment, and they could only smell the sound of food and food.

This murder was not horrible at this time.

As emperors, how many people can tolerate their own territory and have any disobedient discipline?

Imperial power and religion have inherent conflicts, and this is true in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.

It doesn’t matter whether it is right or wrong, it’s just that you have different positions and different interests in your goal. If there is a conflict, it will inevitably lead to bloodshed.

"I'll leave, I'll delay a little more, I'm afraid I won't be able to deliver the goods." One of the people who were angry just now stood up while muttering, put the money on the table casually, and called his companions out.

The other two people at the same table also stood up and stepped out of the breakfast stall. Among the three, they were driving a carriage and riding a horse.

At this time, the one who got on the horse, the one who got on the horse drove off, and left together.

The person riding a horse said to the man who was driving the car: "Junior brother, you are so excited. Now in this Dacheng territory, you must not act impulsively."

At this time, there was no one around. The man driving the car couldn't help but feel a little angry and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother, I'm just angry. Master is just following the will of heaven. Why did it become like this when they came to their mouths?"

"The people in the world are all profitable and go there, so why should you be too persistent?" The man riding a horse shook his head and sighed, "What's the point of fighting for a temporary victory or defeat? Isn't the lesson enough?"

Hearing this, not only did the silence of the chauffeur behind him, but even the knight looked desolate.

The three of them were orphans adopted by monks since childhood. They have not become monks. They are lay disciples. They have always been merchants and do things to convey messages and transport materials.

A few days ago, the temple suffered a great disaster, but many of these lay disciples escaped. After three of them had a plan, they could no longer stay here, and going to the north was the best strategy.

Along the way, when I heard all the discussions of the people, I couldn't help but feel resentment in my heart.
Chapter completed!