Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

Field artillery, even light field artillery, is fired at this distance. When the shotgun hits the statues and human bodies, it immediately has a very deterrent "shooting" effect, and any existence is instantly wiped out of its physical meaning. complete on.

But even so, after a brief period of confusion, the remaining mad believers in Pushen Temple seemed to have been severely stimulated and began to rush over like crazy. It was indeed serious. The statue of the god "invited" from Pushen Temple Being shattered is undoubtedly a devastating thing for this small group of people.

But the good news is, it’s limited to these people.

Of course, Jiang Xinghuo will not show mercy to these people. On the contrary, although he adheres to the people-oriented approach, these stubborn enemies are not the people he loves and must be dealt with resolutely, both mentally and physically. wipe out.

Jiang Xinghuo nodded slightly at Zhang Anshi, who pulled out the long knife in his hand and ordered with a trembling voice.

"Firegun Team, light the fire!"

Under the awning, fire gunmen lit flints and aimed at the Uragami believers who were trying to rush up the embankment from the mud.

The effective range of Yongle's first-year matchlock gun is only sixty steps. The villagers who stopped in place are not within the range of the attack. Only those fanatic believers who became completely crazy because of the destruction of the Ura God statue will be sent to the door and queued up. Killed with a gun.

The match rope burned quietly under the protection of the raincloth above the head, and the next moment was the moment when the lead bullet hit the target.

"Fire the gun!" Zhang Anshi swung his sword heavily.

As the trigger was pulled, the medicine chamber of the matchlock gun was quickly soaked black with gunpowder, and then a dull sound was heard. The lead shot rapidly rotated in the gun chamber, and finally spewed out.

Dense lead bullets flew out, and against the rain curtain, it seemed like there were thousands of sharp knives waving in the air.

"Puff~Puff~"

The muffled sound produced by the lead shot after hitting the body was like a special catalyst, causing those who originally wanted to move forward to completely lose control and become hysterical. Some people fell in a pool of blood, while others It's death from twitching limbs.

The shrill screams resounded through the dams and tidal flats. Under the shock of the intensive gunshots and the killing of lead pellets, the mad believers of Urakami who were still rushing towards us fell down one after another, and their blood dissipated in the air along with the rain. The strong fishy smell filled the air, turning this place into a Shura hell.

"Bang-bang-bang bang-bang-"

Without receiving the order from the commander to stop shooting, the musketeers in the last two rows opened fire one after another. The dense sound of muskets still echoed across the land. The gunpowder smoke filled the air, accompanied by the flickering firelight. The last part of the group was still struggling to run forward. The Uragami believers slowly stopped in despair, and bodies fell down one after another, turning this place into a dead zone.

Among these people, there were several men wearing sacrificial robes that stood out.

Because even if the lead shot hit their torso, they still did not fall down, they just swayed and looked very embarrassed.

"Blessed by Ura God, I am invulnerable!"

They murmured prayers, seemingly not caring that they were covered in blood. Their eyes were fixed on the broken position of the statue not far away, and their eyes were full of fiery piety.

Jiang Xinghuo squinted his eyes and scanned the group of guys, then looked up at the bronze field cannon that was ready again not far away, and sneered in his heart.

Most of these guys have iron plates hidden under their clothes, and they actually try to fool people with their "invulnerability"?

Oh, times have changed.

With an order, the muzzle of the bronze field cannon was aimed at the remaining Urakami spectators.

The dark muzzle gave every villager the same sense of suffocation, especially those in the Uragami audience who were locked by the muzzle. Their faces turned pale with fear and their whole bodies were trembling uncontrollably.

They knew very well that the iron plate under their robes could not stop the imperial master's magic weapon. They wanted to escape, but they didn't even have the strength to run.

"boom!"

Cannonballs pierced the chamber, and shotgun shells exploded in the air. The first believers fell into a pool of blood one after another.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

However, the remaining shotguns did not stagnate or decrease at all because of their deaths. They still flew fast, fiercely, and swiftly, drawing an arc on the muddy road, and finally fell forward, piercing through one believer after another. of the chest.

The deterrence brought by the subsequent atmosphere was far stronger than the pain of the body being penetrated. Those believers whose chests were pierced made miserable howls when they were dying, and even their voices changed their tone, like the screams of ghosts. .

In despair, several believers suddenly knelt down in the muddy water and shouted: "Please help Ura God."

They hope to be saved from the gods, but the gods don't know what is happening. The gods can't even listen to their prayers. The only thing they can do seems to be to wait for death.

In any case, under the hail of bullets, most of the remaining villagers have lost the courage to continue making trouble. A few people choose to run away, while most people choose to kneel on the ground and pray. With the forgiveness of the Fertilizer Immortal.

The powerful and terrifying "magic weapon" of the Fertilizer Immortal left an indelible impression on them. This can be seen from their kneeling postures with their arms raised high.

Up and down the river bank, there was deathly silence.

They will not forget the lesson they learned this time, and they will never dare to resist again. They are willing to become loyal believers of the Fertilizer Immortal, and they will willingly worship anything that has anything to do with the Fertilizer Immortal.

——Just like Ura God made them believe because Ura God can destroy their farmland.

Song Li stood on the embankment on the river bank, watching this scene, and sighed: "Afraid of power but not virtue, seeing small gains but losing great justice."

The psychology of the others is also quite subtle.

Zheng He looked at Jiang Xinghuo with some concern, while Huang Ziwei looked at the minced meat near the river embankment and the villagers kneeling in the darkness in the distance, and inexplicably thought of a word, "Clear distinction".

The original meaning is, of course, that the water in the Jinghe River is clear and the water in the Weihe River is muddy. When the water in the Jinghe River flows into the Weihe River, the distinction between clear and turbidity is obvious, which is a metaphor for clear boundaries or clear distinction between right and wrong. However, it is quite appropriate to put it at this time and place. Blood and ignorance constitute the combination of blood and ignorance. The same clear picture.

However, Ye Xiucai let out a long sigh of relief. This was already the best ending he expected.

The imperial master succeeded in spiritually isolating Pu Shen's fanatic believers from ordinary villagers by using gods to suppress gods. Faced with the reputation of the "fertilizer fairy" that everyone in Jiangnan knew, ordinary villagers lost the ability to follow Pu Shen's fanatic followers to cause rebellion. Belief.

Although it is a bit fanciful, it is undoubtedly a clever move.

Only Cao Song, who had half his face disfigured, hid behind everyone and watched Jiang Xinghuo silently.

"This Imperial Master is still too kind and soft-hearted towards ordinary people. I don't know if such a Bodhisattva's heart, even with thunderous means, can accomplish great things that change the world."

Cao Song laughed at himself. He had almost reached the point where he was doing dirty work for the Imperial Preceptor incognito. If the Imperial Preceptor failed, he would not have a good ending.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't know what everyone around him was thinking. Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt inexplicably sad?

Jiang Xinghuo has been reincarnated for eight generations and has experienced countless life experiences, but he is still a human being, he is not an immortal.

He has his own feelings. Even if his goal is to save the people and make China rise to the top of the world, facing these ignorant, stupid, greedy, and selfish villagers, there will still be uncontrollable anger rising.

The moment he closed his eyes, he also thought about whether to simply kill them all.

It was he who suppressed his anger and came up with a way that allowed these villagers to survive.

But these villagers, even now, are not in awe of his kindness, but in awe of his godhead and his magic weapon that can make thunderous sounds.

The people around him probably wouldn't understand him either, and would only think that his mother-in-law and mother-in-law were soft-hearted and not straightforward enough.

Since ancient times, if you want to do great things, how can you do it without shedding blood?

Of course Jiang Xinghuo knows that many things can be done without the bad ending happening if he wants to, but he is still doing his best to save every living life.

Perhaps, this is where his life is at a disadvantage. He has suffered too much, so he doesn't want all the miserable people like him to lose their lives easily. But unfortunately, these people will not understand him, and will even fight for their own skin. Xiaoli, going to be his enemy, became a stumbling block on his way to save more people.

Is the life of a small number of people more important than the lives of a larger number of people?

Is it possible to sacrifice this small group of people for the sake of more people?

The answer Jiang Xinghuo gave was to do the minimum killing and sacrifice a small part of a small number of people in order to save the most people.

Even though it makes him feel unhappy, this is really Jiang Xinghuo's decision to make the least damage after weighing the pros and cons in the dilemma.

But Jiang Xinghuo still held his breath in his heart, still unhappy.

Jiang Xinghuo was the first to walk out of the awning. As he walked, he twitched the long knife at his waist and walked down the river embankment steadily and calmly step by step.

People looked at him in fear, some raised their heads secretly, and then quickly buried themselves in the mud, not daring to look directly at him.

He clenched the long knife in his hand and walked slowly towards the crowd. The blade of the knife reflected a cold light in the air.

Jiang Xinghuo said nothing and had no expression, but every time he took a step, a footprint would be left on the river beach. The reflection of his figure was like a silent but firm mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, making it difficult to breathe. .

He looked across the crowd, his lips forming a straight line.

He tried his best to shout to the people who were kneeling under the embankment.

"--stand up!"

Everyone stood up confused and blindly, but even though they stood up, Jiang Xinghuo seemed to see invisible figures kneeling on the muddy ground, in fear before the broken statue of the god.

Jiang Xinghuo had nothing to say anymore, and he swallowed the words on his lips.

Deep sadness filled my heart like a thick fog.

At this moment, he truly realized that changing people's understanding of the world was like moving a mountain alone.

No one understands him, neither the mountain nor the people around him.

It seemed like there were countless voices, earnestly advising him to give up. This road was doomed to be lonely and bumpy.

"Want to give up?"

Jiang Xinghuo asked himself, then shook his head heavily.

Although the people under the river embankment were confused, they finally stood up, even if they only stood up physically.

"This is the first time I have encountered this mountain. I want to move mountains and fill the sea as a mortal, but naturally I can't listen to any good advice."

Wild geese flew across the sky through the rain, reflecting Jiang Xinghuo's lonely figure standing on the beach.

——————

A gust of cold wind blew, rolling the reeds all over the mountains and fields, swaying under the cover of the night sky.

At night, in the wilderness, in front of a ruins, more than a dozen middle- and high-level officials from the White Lotus Sect wearing black robes gathered here.

"Saint."

A protector asked in a low voice: "The leader has been very agitated recently, and he wants to kill people at every turn. He hasn't slept for a long time, and I only have a sound sleep now. How about we all wait here until the leader wakes up?"

"Of course not."

A beautiful woman in a black dress slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of eyes that were as bright and clear as autumn water. She said softly: "In this operation, we originally wanted to make the national teacher have the reputation of killing innocent people indiscriminately. It’s just that it didn’t succeed, but regardless of whether it was successful or not, we have to report it to the leader in time.”

The masked elder of the White Lotus asked: "For Jiang Xinghuo to be forced to 'kill innocent people indiscriminately', is it your intention or the leader's?"

The beautiful woman replied: "It is the intention of the leader, and also the intention of many important figures in the eunuch. This national preceptor has made everyone angry."

Hearing this, the middle and senior management of the White Lotus Sect all showed expressions of "you understand".

The White Lotus Sect, with the motto of "universalizing pure and faithful people at home", has formed a large number of professional believers with families, called White Lotus Taoists. In the south of the Yangtze River, nunneries composed of Bailian Taoists are scattered all over the country, with hundreds of followers and dozens of followers. The scale is comparable to Buddhist temples and Taoist temples.

The nunnery generally enshrines Buddha statues such as Amitabha, Guanyin, and Mahasthamaprapta (collectively known as the Three Saints of Amitabha). On the top, they bless and pray for the longevity of local officials, and on the bottom, they perform Buddhist services for the landlords. There are also some charity projects such as building roads and bridges. Many nunneries have them. Land assets are often passed down from generation to generation by the person who presides over them. The property of the nunnery is actually the family property of the person who presides over it. These White Lotus Taoists colluded with the government, made friends with powerful people, and became a local hegemon.

Therefore, the middle and high-level officials of the White Lotus Sect here are not just idiots. On the contrary, most of them have read books and are very familiar with the figures in the Jiangnan officialdom.

The imperial master used thunderous means to bloodbath the eunuchs of Changzhou Prefecture, killing everyone and forcing the gentry of Songjiang Prefecture to pay grain.

All these actions are not without cost.

It was like Jiang Xinghuo was desperately squeezing a spring. This spring was difficult to destroy, so a rebound was almost inevitable.

Of course, the officials and gentry on the outside can't do anything to Jiang Xinghuo, but they still have the glove of the White Lotus Sect.

Therefore, attacking Jiang Xinghuo in public opinion and ruining his reputation naturally became the best choice.

It is a pity that Jiang Xinghuo himself does not have any common hobbies in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty. He does not like extravagance and ostentation. He never uses power for personal gain. He has no family members who can climb up to heaven with chickens and dogs. Almost all the property in his name is publicly donated by the emperor or princes.

Even in terms of women, the top prostitutes on the Qinhuai River admired the talent of "Xiao Liuyong" and lined up to recommend themselves for pillow seats, but they had never heard of any of them having a chance.

Morally speaking, this is a perfect man who is close to a saint.

Therefore, the only things that can be attacked are naturally what he does.

However, whether it is the promotion of chemical fertilizers or the introduction of policies such as "sharing labor into acres", they are all good things that benefit the country and the people, and they are not points that can be attacked. Other aspects are at best academic and orthodox disputes. It was true that the quarrel was fierce, but it didn't rise to the level of black material.

Therefore, the White Lotus Sect tried every means and invested a lot of resources to set up a trap for Jiang Xinghuo.

Not only to give the White Lotus Sect rebels a break, but also to give an explanation to the Jiangnan gentry.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, Jiang Xinghuo used God to overwhelm God. Because of his kind thoughts, he escaped by mistake, causing the White Lotus Sect and the Jiangnan gentry's plan to completely fail.

"The purpose of asking the leader for instructions is to let the leader indicate the next countermeasures. The believers and nunneries near Dahuangpu were completely exposed and wiped out. We lost many troops and suffered heavy casualties. We cannot just let it go. Otherwise, we will not be able to do anything to the leader at all. Explain the method."

The beautiful woman in black skirt said: "Moreover, even if it is to teach the army in Sanhu, we must find a way to continue to prevent Jiang Xinghuo from opening up Dahuangpu-Shanghaipu."

"Does the saint have any clever ideas?"

"Some superficial calculations."

The masked elder of the White Lotus Sect suddenly raised his hand and said:

"Then the saint should tell the leader personally."

"Yes, what Elder Xu said is absolutely true!"

"Saint, you can represent us."

Everyone said one after another.

"Okay." A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman in black dress, but she still nodded and walked forward immediately.

After a while, she walked to the ruins of the abandoned temple.

The outer walls of this temple are mottled and dilapidated, and have long been in decay. The walls are covered with green vines and weeds.

In the dark and gloomy night, the faint sound of insects could be heard in the temple.

The beautiful woman in black skirt stood there and was silent for a few seconds.

Then, she opened the door and walked in.

The temple was filled with a faint smell of putrefaction, and two strings of copper bells were hung on a wooden door that was not old. They jingled as the wooden door she pushed opened moved.

In the main hall, the lights were dim, and a huge Buddha statue stood at the end of the hall.

The beautiful woman in black walked up the steps with messy footprints, bypassed the two rows of shabby futons and altar tables, and walked straight to the Buddha statue.

She pressed the Buddha's finger and twisted it gently. Then, there was a crunching sound, and a small hole stretched out from the back of the Buddha statue.

She turned away from the front of the Buddha statue and walked down the small cave.

The closer I get, the more sinister I feel.

Finally, there was an iron door at the end of a long corridor. There were several rusty iron chains hanging on the iron door. It could be seen that it was very old.

After the beautiful woman in black skirt looked around, she slowly opened the iron door and got in.

"Creak..."

The iron door made a heart-stopping sound, accompanied by the cold wind blowing, giving people an inexplicable sense of fear.

It's like a ghost lurking in the dark, waiting for food to approach.

It looks very strange here.

Behind the iron gate is a narrow and cramped hut.

There was only a candlestick burning in the darkness, emitting a faint light.

"A vacuum hometown, a birthless mother."

The night watchman holding the knife bowed to the saint, and then tugged on the rope beside him.

After a while, the rope was pulled again, and the night watchman took out the key and opened another iron door in the hut and let the door open.

But once the door is opened, there is a completely different world inside.

Bright lights shone in.

Stepping through the door, the originally cramped room instantly became spacious and bright, with luxurious and elegant furnishings, including all kinds of exquisite furniture and valuable antiques.

Here, it is like the palace of an emperor.

An old man was lying on his side on a cave with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

In front of him, there was a glass table with a variety of exquisite and delicious dishes and drinks on it, but not a single chopstick was touched and it was completely cold.

The beautiful woman in black skirt stood quietly on one side, looking at her nose and heart, not daring to say a word.

After a long time, the old man opened his eyes and asked the beautiful woman in black skirt, "How is the matter?"

His voice was hoarse and low, with no emotion or sorrow to be heard.

The beautiful woman in the black dress sounded slightly guilty: "We failed."

"Um?"

The old man on the bed squinted his eyes. Instead of getting angry, he asked, "Jiang Xinghuo, how did you break the situation?"

The beautiful woman in black dress told what happened today exactly.

"Not only the backbone of Shanghai County has been lost, but also the more than 3,000 Pushen believers. They originally preached in the name of Pushen for many years before they had such influence. I am afraid they have lost their courage this time and can no longer encourage them. Just follow my instructions."

The beautiful woman in the black dress sighed and said, "That Jiang Xinghuo is so cunning. I even suspected that he had laid a trap in advance. Only after we got in did we find out that we were all fooled. Not only did we suffer heavy losses, but we also They were captured alive. Wang Yihan and several key members of the church were captured alive."

After hearing these words, the old man didn't speak for a long time.

The White Lotus Sect has branches in every prefecture and branches in every county.

The leader of a county hall, and the leader of such an important county, was captured alive. Once he was tortured to extract a confession, what he revealed was enough to completely destroy the entire White Lotus Sect organization in Songjiang Prefecture.

In fact, the White Lotus Sect has rich experience in rebellion. The top management is not among the White Lotus Sect rebels who are besieged within the Sanhu area, but boldly hides in the territory of the official army. Therefore, they are not afraid that the rebels who are destined to fail will be completely wiped out. Instead, they were more worried about the destruction of the White Lotus Sect's organization.

After all, as long as the organization is intact, the White Lotus Sect will never be eliminated by the imperial court. It doesn't matter if it fails once, there will be another time. If there are many failures, one of them may succeed. Isn't this the case with the Red Scarf Army uprising at the end of the Yuan Dynasty? It's just that Zhu Yuanzhang won the world in the end.

In fact, the area where these high-level officials of the White Lotus Sect were hiding was not far from Jiang Xinghuo.

The old man thought for a while and said:

"Wang Yihan doesn't know about this place, but it may not be safe here anymore. Now we are moving to Jiaxing Mansion."

"In addition, let us who are lurking in the ranks of civilians try to dig out the barrier lake in Dahuangpu in advance."

"The leader."

The beautiful woman in the black dress hesitated to speak. She hesitated for a moment and then said: "This is asking them to die. These are the elites of the sect."

"You have to go even if you die. If you have a glimmer of hope, try it. If you don't use it now, when will you use it?"

"Otherwise, if tomorrow Jiang Xinghuo blows up the barrier lake in front of hundreds of thousands of people in He County, what hope do we have of making a comeback this time, whether it's military or popular support?"

"What's more, Wang Yihan may not be aware that there are followers around him who are not under his control."

The beautiful woman in the black dress wanted to say something else, but when she saw the old man's bloodshot eyes, she obediently shut her mouth.

——————

The peasants camped in a hilly camp two miles outside the river embankment.

It was late at night, and Ye Zongxing tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thinking about what happened during the day.

For a moment, the knowledge of the "Gunpowder Explosives" of the National Master flashed through my mind, for a moment, there were bloody fragments on the beach, and for a moment, it was the imaginary scene of the raging flood after the lake collapsed tomorrow.

After a while, he was about to fall asleep.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of several people getting up and putting on clothes on the bunk bed.

Ye Zongxing continued to close his eyes and fall asleep. For a moment, he really didn't expect any changes.

Soon, footsteps approached and stopped in front of his shop.

Ye Zongxing still kept his eyes closed. He thought those guys were going to go to the toilet. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his cheeks, like the cold air of a knife blade scraping his skin.

Immediately afterwards, a sinister whisper sounded in my ears:

"This is the person who met Jiang Xinghuo during the day. Do you want to go with me?"

"He is just a scholar, don't miss important events because of him."

Another person stopped him, and immediately, several people left quietly.

Ye Zongxing opened his eyes little by little and saw several dark figures walking out of the tent.

I don’t know if they were frightened enough just now, but Ye Zongxing could detect that they were exuding strong murderous aura and chill, but this Ye Xiucai was very courageous, so he stood up silently, put on his shoes, and planned to report to the people who managed the Minfu camp. Lieutenant, there is something wrong with these people. Ye Zongxing is not stupid, so naturally he will not use his small body, which is slightly stronger than a weak-armed chicken, to fight against a gangster holding a sharp knife.

But as soon as Ye Zongxing walked out of the tent, he realized that he seemed to have no choice.

Because those dark figures were on the only way he had to go out, shuttling between the shadows of the tent. What was even more terrifying was that there were several groups of the same figures appearing in all directions around him.

Just when Ye Zong walked a few steps and hesitated whether to go back to the tent first, someone suddenly patted him from behind.

In an instant, Ye Zongxing's body became extremely stiff as if a immobilizing spell had been cast on him.

"Why didn't you bring a shovel?"

Ye Zongxing was dark and thin, and his attire and skin color were no different from those of other civilians. Seeing that he had not been discovered, he managed to respond in a low voice: "I forgot it in the tent. I was hesitating whether to go back and get it."

"Take this from me."

The farmer behind him handed him a shovel, and then he was lurked in the shadows and walked toward the river embankment.

On the barrier lake embankment at night, there are only a few torches shining faintly, and it seems that the defense is not tight.

The elites of the White Lotus Sect who were lurking in the ranks of civilians in Songjiang Prefecture quietly gathered in a forest, numbering dozens of them.

In such an emergency, naturally they didn't care about queuing up for roll call. They just roughly divided the work according to their respective groups and then started to take action.

Ye Zongxing followed the White Lotus cultists in a daze, walking along the other side of the barrier lake and down the river embankment. A place for passing people had been reserved here.

The shelter was opened, and there were already people underneath to help.

Ye Zongxing took a look at this man's attire. Although they were all men's shorts, they were obviously different. This man had a red rope tied around his waist. Looking under the moonlight, he could see that there was a white lotus tattooed on his chest.

Ye Zongxing's heart skipped a beat. Even though he had already made an accurate guess just now, no one spoke and he didn't see the sign. He was still not 100% sure. At this time, Ye Zongxing was sure that these people were indeed White Lotus cultists. !

He didn't dare to ask any more questions and followed these people to climb down the ditch from the other side and sneak along the ditch again.

When he arrived at the embankment of the barrier lake, he finally confirmed that the target of this group of people was indeed the entire lake embankment!

They actually want to dig down the lake embankment!

At this time, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a hint of coolness.

Ye Zongxing suddenly trembled.

This is the lake embankment. Opposite the lake embankment is Shanghai Pudong, and the long embankments on both sides can withstand the floods that are destined to surge tomorrow and prevent the floods from spreading. The premise is also based on the "directional blasting" carried out by the national division with accurate calculations of gunpowder. superior.

And if this group of people had other means to dig down the lake embankment, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Ye Zongxing's water conservancy knowledge told him that there was a high probability that the levees on both sides would not be able to withstand the floods accumulated by the barrier lake that collapsed randomly.

After all, this water level, if nothing else, is appalling just by looking at it.

What on earth do these bastards want to do? ! Don’t you want to take your own life too?

Just when Ye Zongxing was full of doubts, he suddenly saw a trolley being pushed from behind. It was bulging and he didn't know what was inside.

A small leader of the White Lotus Cult urged in a low voice impatiently.

"伱, you, you, go down below and continue."

Ye Zongxing was assigned there in a daze, and when he saw what was thrown down from above, he was almost frightened out of his body.

It’s nothing else, it’s the gunpowder collected by the White Lotus Sect itself!

Of course, these gunpowders are just for listening. The gunpowder that the army will use tomorrow is currently stored in the warehouse by Zheng He, who personally leads heavy troops to guard it. The White Lotus Sect has no chance of stealing.

But it was like the straw that broke the camel's back. After digging and digging, the barrier lake could no longer bear it. If this load of gunpowder were lit again, it might really collapse!

Cold sweat fell from Ye Zongxing's forehead. He slowly walked under the barrier lake holding the gunpowder bag.

Looking at it, several groups of people were already digging.

They wielded shovels and dug hard into the barrier lake.

"Why are the guards so lax? Are the officers and soldiers just freeloaders?"

Ye Zongxing was extremely anxious.

At this moment, a loud arrow suddenly shot into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, surrounding the barrier lake, there were bright lights in all directions.

Countless people and horses surrounded him.

The expressions of everyone in the White Lotus Sect suddenly changed dramatically!

"No, I fell into a trap." The people around Ye Zongxing gritted their teeth and said, "Get out of here quickly!"

Then he turned to leave.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Do you think you can leave now?"

Everyone turned to look and saw countless figures slowly walking towards them in the darkness.

Cao Song was riding a horse, protected by everyone, and threw the head high in his hand.

The head rolled down twice and appeared in front of everyone in the White Lotus Sect.

It was none other than the head of the local hall leader Wang Yihan.

"The Imperial Master has an order, leave no one behind! Kill them!"

PS: [Important reminder (there is no charge for this content)] Chapters 316 to 356 are about the rectification of officialdom and the suppression of rebellions in Jiangnan. They do not contain any theoretical knowledge. They are all practical content. If you are not interested, you can jump directly to Chapter 366. "Class" will contain theoretical knowledge content from now on.