In the prefect's yamen, Shi Kefa bowed to Wang Xuejun in shame: "The prince's methods are indeed different from ordinary people, and he is convinced. I originally wanted to die for the country, but at this time I am willing to run for the prince."

Shi Kefa has mediocre ability, but his prestige among the people in the officialdom is very high.

His proactive call himself the prince is equivalent to his recognition of his identity and at the same time, he also recognizes the identity of the prince.

It is exactly what Wang Xuejun wants to borrow his reputation in the officialdom and publicize for himself.

After completing this civil affairs issue, we must arrange specific matters to guard Yangzhou.

Wang Xuejun pointed to the map of Yangzhou City and pointed to the hill west of the city with his baton: "This is the highest point of Yangzhou City. The enemy's artillery team here poses a great threat to us. The first thing we need to do is to take back the place.

After seizing him, it would be like opening a gap in the trapped Yangzhou City, where I could welcome my upcoming army into the city at any time."

When Shi Kefa heard this, he couldn't help but bow his head ashamed: "It's all the officials who are too pedantic. They were almost captured by the cannons on the enemy's mountain that day."

Wang Xuejun comforted: "After all, the Pavilion Department is a scholar and a lack of military service in leading the army to fight is inevitable."

Ying Tingji stood up: "I am willing to take my former brother back to this mountain."

Wang Xuejun shook his head: "I have taken over the courageous spirit of Lord Ying. But now I am in Yangzhou, so there is no need for civil servants to show off their own arrows and stones. At this time, you should do what you should do."

Ying Tingji asked: "The lower officials are the food supervision road."

"Yes, so now you are responsible for the management and allocation of grain and gold and silver donated by merchants. But I can say that if there is any account error during this period, or if there is no supply, I can ask you."

Ying Tingji had done his old job and was happy. He promised at the time: "If there is any mistake, I would like to come and see you."

"Mr. Feng, you will hand over your husband to Lord Ying now. You are my joining army now."

Faced with this good thing of reaching the sky, Feng Yinglun immediately took office in the envy of everyone.

"I will send my Kunlun slave guards to attack the hills in Xicheng. They must be taken down in one fell swoop and will never leave any opportunity for strengthening the enemy. Therefore, this action will be directed by the king."

When they heard this arrangement, all the officials admired Wang Xuejun's spirit of leading by example. They saw a boss who was different from the Ming officials, which increased their confidence and courage.

Then he faced Liu Zhaoji: "Now I will hand over the entire city defense to you, and you will be dispatched and directed at any time."

Liu Zhaoji knew about the army, but unfortunately, when he was under Shi Kefa, he was simply used as a messenger.

This time, he regained military power, which just showed his lifelong skills.

"I suggest that you immediately re-allocate the recruited volunteers, lead my soldiers and the people who were originally involved in the Yangzhou defense battle, and quickly form combat effectiveness with the old and the new."

"Don't worry, my grandfather, I will obey the order."

"Sir Ren, the stability of the city depends entirely on you."

"I will never let down the prince's trust."

"But you must pay attention, you must use thunder means in the future. From now on, anyone who spreads surrender in the city, no matter who he is, even if he is the cabinet master of the previous dynasty or the important minister of the current dynasty, will be executed immediately."

This is obviously meaningful.

Ren Minyu received the order loudly and immediately took three yamen runners to the streets.

After everything was assigned, Wang Xuejun and Feng Yinglun rode to Xicheng.

In the west city, Kunlun slaves have gathered.

Standing on the city wall, looking at the hill, due to the tragic defeat of the fire camp today, the enemy did not launch any more shelling on Xicheng.

But the dense muzzles on the mountain still make people frightened.

"The enemy is very tired now, and they will never think that I will bring these little men into the city and dare to go out of the city to raid them. So I decided to take advantage of my Kunlun slave's chance of no night blindness and suddenly attack this supreme point in one fell swoop."

Feng Yinglun nodded repeatedly: "The prince is very proud."

"Don't be idle during this period. Go to other places immediately and select gunners for me, and prepare to take over the enemy cannons in Xishan."

Although the Qing Dynasty cannons were a scumbag in Wang Xuejun's eyes, it was better than not at this time.

Feng Yinglun took the order and left.

When I walked to Kunlun slaves' camp, the Kunlun slaves were having a meal.

Rice is their favorite white rice, which is very difficult to get in Shandong.

And their favorite meat and bones, which have a very good taste in their hometown.

During the meal, they took out the drums from their hometown and started beating them. Someone followed the drum beats and danced the dances from their hometown.

When you can sing, sing, and when you can dance, dance.

No environment can delay their singing and dancing.

Life is already very difficult. If you don’t sing and dance, how should you live this life?

When a Kunlun slave saw Wang Xuejun coming, he said to Wang Xuejun in blunt Chinese: "Master, I will expire in another half a year. At that time, can you really remove my slave status?"

Wang Xuejun was not an American slave owner. Although he could not implement the slave order in order to make these black people work for him. However, Wang Xuejun has announced that as long as these black people served with him for three years, they would remove their slave status and send them home. They would also give them something that could support their families.

"Yes, as long as you persist for another half a year, you will be able to return to your hometown with the things I have given you."

Another black slave said, "I have two years left. I want to die for you now, and then you can free my soul. My next life will no longer be a slave, and now I can't wait."

Since the battle in the capital, Wang Xuejun has freed every black slave who died in battle.

All people firmly believe in the existence of the soul and believe in the next life.

They have so much desire for freedom, so that every time they fight, there will always be people who will die automatically and exchange their soul freedom as soon as possible.

The barbarians were so eager for freedom, but the Qing Dynasty wanted to let billions of Han people who entered the forefront of civilization return to slaves. Can that be done?

Although the temporary high pressure will make people surrender, the spirit of constant resistance has been throughout the three hundred years of the Qing Dynasty rule and has never been extinguished. In the end, the qualification and freedom of the Han family to be a dignified person were restored.

Wang Xuejun photographed this Kunlun slave who was eager to use death in exchange for freedom: "Don't die easily. Freedom is not far away, do it well, and then not only will you stop being a slave in the future, but you will also enjoy the free sunshine and life in this life.

Then he shouted to all Kunlun slaves: "I announce now that from now on, as long as one battle and kill twenty enemies, I will release your slave body on the spot and restore you freedom. And send you back to your hometown and reward you with enough gold and silver to live for ten years."

The reason why they set the number of enemies killed so high is that they are too strong compared to the Han people. If they set it a little lower, Wang Xuejun is afraid that after the battle, his African legion will be thrust.

Hearing this rule, all Kunlun slaves raised their shields and raised their baseball bats and jumped their feet to cheer and try.
Chapter completed!