Dominate the Country

The eve of dawn every day is the darkest time of the day, because at this time point there is no starlight in the sky, and there is no light on the ground, so it is naturally pitch black, and you can't see your hand in front of you.

In China, this time point has a specific name - Xu An!

There was a short sound of fighting, followed by the sound of fierce horse hooves, and the fires engulfed the entire Changqiao Town with the night wind.

On the bank of the Beiru River, Chen Ming looked at Changqiao Town, which was gradually engulfed by wind and fire, with a sharp and scary look. There are hundreds or even thousands of innocent people in this town, and Chen Ming doesn't want to kill them at all.

But he must set a rule that everyone understands - draw a red line, and some things can't be done. Otherwise, it's death, and they will face the ruthless killing of the Chen family.

Those gentry and wealthy families whose homes were confiscated in Changqiao Town actually ran back from Jiaxian with this militia, and mobilized their human resources and connections, recruited people, and did everything they could to serve the militia. They are looking for death!

Chen Ming didn't know whether it was because of hatred for Chen's army or because of the news he had released in the past two days.

The team that came out of Ruzhou City had never left Chen Guang's sight from beginning to end, and naturally had never left Chen Ming's sight. When the team was getting closer and closer to Chen Ming and the threat was getting bigger and bigger, Chen Ming thought of a way. He wanted to use the thirty-two heads to make a good article. Leave the Qing government and the gentry with an impression that Chen's army was terrible, so one piece of news after another spread like wildfire: Chen's army fought because of uneven distribution of spoils; Chen's army had internal problems; Chen's army had chaotic military discipline, the bandits drank and made trouble, and fought, but were suppressed by Chen Ming, and the internal depression was reborn, and the dissatisfaction was serious...

The news, combined with more than thirty heads and several large graves that suddenly appeared around the Chen's army station, seemed to confirm these rumors. Chen Ming didn't know whether these rumors had made the gentry of Changqiao Town think that they shouldn't have. Anyway, he led his men to attack Changqiao Town tonight. The scouts easily dealt with the militiamen at both ends of Changqiao. Then the soldiers of the Chen family army riding mules and horses charged and dispersed the militiamen who were on night watch at the entrance of the town. They lit dozens of fires in the town with torches and cans of grease. The fire in Changqiao Town was ignited, and the thousands of militiamen in the town turned into a group of headless flies.

"Bang!" The iron rod picked up a burning log that fell at an angle. The head teacher of Baotou no longer had a bun on his head. He was wearing a white middle coat. He grabbed a big bald head like a dead pig with his left hand and passed through the burning gate of Qingyun Building with an iron rod in his right hand. Behind him, more than a dozen big bald heads holding sticks, knives and guns carried and hugged seven or eight dead pig-like companions, and jumped out of the burning gate of Qingyun Building in a hurry like mice moving house.

The streets of Changqiao Town were already in chaos. Under the threat of the fire, the common people and the militia were inseparable. Everyone ran out of the town. Except for the east where the night wind blew, the south, north and west were all their ways to survive.

How many people are there in Changqiao Town?

Chen Ming didn't know.

He only used 200 people in this attack, or a surprise attack. Half of them were veterans. Each of them kept their breastplates outside, releasing a heavy deterrent force under the light of the torches.

"Kneel down, kneel down..."

The soldiers of the Chen family army shouted, whether it was the people of Changqiao Town or the militia. What was waiting for them was kneeling down.

Chen Ming didn't have the manpower to block all three exits. He only blocked the south and west exits. There was only a small team of cavalry at the north exit, and they would fire two shots into the sky from time to time, so that the heavy sense of threat was always on everyone's mind, preventing them from calming down and coming to their senses quickly.

At the south and west exits, everyone had to kneel. Facing the armor and muskets, several bald monks also knelt on the ground and chanted Amitabha. Swords, guns, sticks and clubs were put aside. When it was dawn, weapons were piled up in piles at both the south and west entrances.

Conservatively estimated, there were at least four or five hundred militiamen in these two black masses of people.

"Women, children, and old people, stand on the left." Shouting loudly, dozens of Chen's army rode mules and horses and roamed around the crowd. A pair of sharp eyes watched every change in the crowd.

"You, you, you, what kind of old people are they, are their hair gray? Go back!"

"And you. Leave this kid behind..."

One shout after another represented ten times more pleading and crying. Chen Ming turned a deaf ear to it. All this was fully considered before he decided to burn down Changqiao Town.

After all, it was a militia of more than a thousand militiamen. They could handle things so easily and set rules at the same time. All those reluctances were abandoned. Chen Ming, who was mentally prepared, showed a heart of stone at this moment.

"Amitabha. The donor burned down Changqiao Town, thousands of houses were destroyed, hundreds of people were buried in the sea of ​​fire, and in the future, thousands of people who have nothing will suffer all kinds of suffering. The donor has committed boundless sins, will he continue to make mistakes?"

In his previous life, whether Chen Ming watched costume films or war films, such scenes appeared one after another, and the protagonists and supporting actors repeatedly presented their superior or poor performances in front of this ancient plot. Now this scene of standing up appeared again, but this is no longer a performance, but a real justice at the cost of his own life.

"The great monk of Shaolin Temple!" Chen Ming stared at the monk's bald head, feeling very satisfied. This Shaolin Temple didn't seem to disappoint him to the core, as the monks inside were still somewhat brave and righteous.

"I am Jingkong, and I am honored to meet you, Mr. Chen."

"The great monk of the Jing generation..." Chen Ming was a little surprised. He is really young. The current Shaolin abbot is of the Jing generation, Jingkui. The previous abbot Qingyao passed away in the 28th year of Qianlong's reign, and the new abbot Jingkui was sixty years younger. The monk Jingkong in front of him seemed to be only in his thirties.

"The chief teacher of the Dengfeng militia is..."

"It is this poor monk." Jingkong showed a trace of regret on his face.

"So that's it." Chen Ming laughed. It turned out that the monk felt guilty. "So you stand up and you will die? If I kill you, will I still free you from the sea of ​​suffering?"

Chen Ming kicked his horse's belly and walked directly towards the monk Jingkong, followed closely by Chen Dawei and his personal soldiers. The crowd was like water, countless people tumbling and crawling to make way. "Monk, I am not the only one who has committed this boundless sin. There are also you and those blind gentry in Changqiao Town."

"I just led people to attack here a few days ago. Go ask the common people here if my Chen family army has harmed them?"

"It was you who stayed overnight in Changqiao Town that caused this disaster. And the group of gentry in Changqiao Town, instead of living an honest life after returning to the town from the county town, actually gathered the villagers to make trouble for my Chen family. If they don't die, I won't show Changqiao Town a lesson. Do you all think that the Chen family is vegetarian and Buddhist?"

This is a red line, a red line that cannot be crossed.