Wu Sangui lay behind the window of an occupied family, with his lively eyes constantly observing the city gate, and this street where officials, gentry and wealthy families gathered.

I don’t know when a dark cloud floated over quietly, covering the bright moon in the sky, and a shadow projected on this area, slowly like a black curtain, pulled by someone, slowly covering Chuxiong and the world. It makes people fear and depression for no reason.

At the same time, a team of black-clothed enemies lined up in four columns, walking the pace of the most elite soldiers, carrying the army's standard machetes, like ghosts, from the cave at the city gate at the east gate, it was like a gusto, and it poured out from the exit of hell and went up the long street.

Wu Sangui, hiding behind the window, watched carefully. There was no one riding a horse. The person leading the team was not the one he wanted from his figure. After carefully determining it, Wu Sangui was relieved. Because there was no one he was most afraid of seeing, he could let go.

When these black-clothed enemies walked to the middle of the street, doors on both sides opened one after another, and a wave of wolves howlings came from it, "Clear the king's side, restore the ancestors, kill the slander officials, kill the stolen officials." Countless servants, led by their master, rushed to the long street and met with the group of masked people, blocking the entire street tightly for a while, and stuffing them all over.

Wu Sangui sneered: "You are right. Don't look at how you call you now. I'll give you a list sooner or later. But I'll give you an impulse to evaluate me as a young person. I can't wait until I'm late or later. I'll give you a list now."

He muttered, then ran to the yard, turned over the war horse and lifted the cherry gun, then took out a monkey from his arms and lit it. With a "swoosh", with a crisp whistle, the monkey burst into a bang in the sky, and a small and beautiful fireworks illuminated the darkness and burst out a brilliant color.

The man in black, who was leading the way, was just excited about the response of so many people, and felt that he was a great help. However, a noise and a small fireworks illuminated the dark sky like an iron curtain, tearing apart a corner of the darkness, making him solemn: "No, there is an ambush."

With her scream, there were suddenly a huge sound of cannons in the entire East District Street, in the dark alleys on both sides. Countless iron sand and lead swept across the entire street like locusts, immediately causing the dense thieves on the street to sweep over like iron brooms and knock down a layer.

Before they could scream, the second batch of artillery fire came towards us, followed by the third. The repeated close artillery fire shots spilled death at the uncovered enemy on the street. The enemy was knocked down layer by layer, and the screams and howled soared into the sky, responding to the howling of women and children in the two wealthy houses.

Suddenly, the sudden attack was hit. The people in the house slaves and yard workers were panicked. The group of men in black were panicked and confused for a short time, and immediately stabilized the situation. As the leader shouted: "Enter the yard."

The men in black immediately rushed into the wealthy families on both sides of the street and closed the door in a bang, regardless of whether the owner of the house might be knocking and begging outside to death.

The artillery fire stopped, and teams of Jinyiwei lined up in various alleys, holding guns, and slowly walked out. At this time, the dark clouds that blocked the moon also quietly dissipated, splashing the bright moonlight on this ancient Chuxiong, once again illuminating the earth like daytime.

The street was covered with dead and wounded people. Blood gathered from the street, flowing to the drainage ditches on both sides, and finally drained into the dirty sewer, with a gurgling sound.

But fortunately, in the moon, there is no color, only black and white, this one is not so shocking.

Riding a war horse, carrying a flower gun, and slowly and gracefully stepped onto the long street. Wu Sangui had a kind of heroic spirit. Seeing his brothers holding muskets and bayonets walking out of the alleys on both sides of the street, Wu Sangui said coldly: "I don't need to live on them after they finish the knife."

All the Jinyiwei immediately stuck a three-edged gun and pointed it at the enemy on the ground, regardless of life or death.

The triangular thorn is Zhao Xing's proud work. It is smoothly pierced, bleeding smoothly, and it is drained and effortless. With the easy assassination, the blood flowing into the ditches became even bigger, and it began to make a rustling sound.

The Jinyiwei, who was still calling the door, was assassinated in front of the dead soldiers who were still trying hard to call the door, and the children of officials and gentry, without even looking at them, and he was so focused on assassinating the corpses and wounded under his feet.

The sound of squeaking people was monotonous. The Jiannu Dead Soldiers who were still criticizing their orders to knock on their doors, and the officials, gentry and disciples, turned around involuntarily, leaned against the courtyard wall and the gate, opened their mouths and watched, and listened, they were shouting and begging just now, but slowly they could not make any sound. Finally, they slowly slid down and sat on the ground.

At this time, their brains were numb and blank, and they could no longer grasp the weapons in their hands. Only then did they realize that the original passion and fanaticism of their relationship were so pale and powerless in the face of this unequal situation.

When the Jinyiwei killed the streets and pointed the bayonet at them with blood-dripping bayonets, they struggled hard and hard, kneeled down properly, and then pressed their heads to the ground, without even the strength to beg for the surrender.

A thousand-husband walked up to Wu Sangui and asked loudly: "Do these rebels kill or stay?"

The clear sound spread far away from the dead street, allowing everyone on the street and in the yards to hear clearly.

As this sentence came out, the crying of women, children and elderly people in the two-sided houses became even louder. As they cried, they began to turn into curses. It was not the Jinyiwei who cursed, but the group of dead soldiers and killers.

Wu Sangui replied loudly: "We are not cruel and easy-to-killers. We only kill those who have sinned and those who have committed crimes will not be merciless. Since they have confessed their guilt and surrendered, we will hand them over to the three courts for interrogation."

At this time, a stubborn guy shouted: "We will never surrender to the treacherous ones."

Wu Sangui looked over and smiled coldly: "If you don't repent if you die, you will be more sinful than you, and you will be killed."

Three triangular thorns immediately pierced into his chest.

Looking at his body that was dying on the ground, Wu Sangui asked loudly to the prisoners kneeling on both sides of the long street: "Who else, who else will not surrender or surrender? Say, stand up."

As his voice echoed in the long street, no one dared to resist anymore.

Wu Sangui smiled coldly: "I am not a person who is easy to kill. My greatest ideal is to kill Jiannu in western Liaoning, so that I can be the fastest to be revenge. Who would be willing to kill his comrades unless it is absolutely necessary?" Then the tone changed: "But don't regard my kindness and unbearance as my weakness and incompetence. Now, I will give you another opportunity to insist on your opposition to the new policy and show your character. Come on, come on, I'm looking forward to it." The last sentence completely revealed Wu Sangui's fox tail - this guy wants to kill him.

No one answered him, in the face of interests and life, his character is nothing.

Seeing that no one happened, Wu Sangui sighed in disappointment. "Come on, push them into prison--"
Chapter completed!