The eighty-one training officers mentioned by Lin Zhenbei were drawn from the eleven regiments of Daqi. Their task was to assist Zhang Jinglue in completing the Taicang New Deal.
I don't know whether it was because they were overly optimistic about the situation or because the empire's troops in the south were seriously insufficient. They only brought twelve soldiers, and it was very difficult to keep them as their own guards, let alone to assist Zhang Yunxiu and others.
Emperor Guangde and his cabinet ministers obviously underestimated the complexity and cruelty of the situation in Jiangnan.
The struggle between the old and new factions is bloody and cruel. Either you die or I die. It cannot be solved by simple coercion and inducement.
Eighty-one instructors had just entered Taicang Prefecture City. Before they had a chance to meet Zhang Jinglue, they were intercepted by Gao Hao who had already ambushed them and blocked them directly in the guild hall.
Zhang Jinglue learned about this, but he had no choice but to take care of himself and was unable to rescue these unfortunate trainers.
On the night when the Hongmen Banquet took place, Daxing Gaoyue received the order from Wang Heng and did not stop doing anything. Taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, he set fire to these officials.
After all, these local snakes are very familiar with the matter of burning people.
The prince promised that when the matter is completed, he will take everyone to the Japanese country, eat meat and drink wine in large bowls, eat the immortal rice of the turtle immortal, and sleep with Japanese ladies at night.
Such conditions sound ridiculous. Everyone knows that the Japanese country was so poor that they could not even afford polished rice, and samurai generally did not wear underpants. Going to that place is just looking for trouble.
However, for these evil thugs, there are not many choices available to them.
After committing so many things in Loucheng, it was impossible to survive. The cruel officials of Qi State had no choice but to castrate them and send them to Seoul to work as male prostitutes.
Considering that most of them have impressive looks, suffer from various diseases, and are not even qualified to engage in special industries, if they continue to stay in Taicang, what awaits them will undoubtedly be death.
After seeing their future and destiny clearly, these thugs simply broke their pots and smashed them. On the eve of fleeing to the Japanese country, they started burning, killing and looting in the state city, and then let it go.
There were more than a thousand of them, and their hands were all bright Japanese swords, some in good condition, as well as blunderbuss, bows and arrows and other distant weapons.
The leader of these more than a thousand people was Tang Zhentie.
Tang Zhentie was originally a disciple of Master Diffraction of Hanshan Temple.
Because he couldn't stand the life of Qing Deng Huang Juan, he escaped from the temple and later lived in Taicang. With his iron fist, he conquered three streets and six cities and became the leader of Taicang's gang.
Tang Zhengtie is the "righteous man" in "The Tombstone Story of the Seven". The seven "righteous men" who "kang died for righteousness" in Suzhou City are not actually gentlemen. They are all the homeless Hanako who was crippled by him and pushed to the stage after being drunk. Before, I gave the Suzhou mob justice...
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"Young Master Wang has already gone to Songjiang Mansion. Let's all follow him and take a boat from there to Japan. But before leaving Taicang, we can't let our enemies go!"
Tang Zhengtie swung the iron stick weighing more than 20 kilograms in his hand, pointed at the Taicang Guild Hall in front of him and said:
"It's this group of dog officials who made us leave our hometown and unable to stay in Loucheng. Today, come with me to kill the dog officials and burn them all to death!"
Tang Zhentie stands on the main street, which is the most prosperous street in Taicang City, also known as Chao'an Street.
At this time, there was a large crowd of people standing on the street. It was estimated that there were not eight hundred but maybe a thousand people. Fires were everywhere, and at the front of the crowd, a group of arrogant fighting men were holding long spears and daggers, and some were holding bows, arrows and firecrackers. They roared at the gate of the guild hall, like wild beasts out of their cages.
Most of these gangsters are around thirty years old, and most of them are bachelors. They usually fight fiercely. Dozens or hundreds of them get together to bully and dominate the market. Occasionally, they are hired by big companies to fight and blackmail, and they accept all kinds of swear words.
As the saying goes, people rely on mountains and rivers to eat. Taicang's commerce is prosperous. It is close to the South Canal and has a dense concentration of merchants from the north and south. Coupled with the Weaving Bureau and Banknote Pass, it can be said that there is money everywhere. This is also the soil for the breeding of robbers.
The New Deal is going to destroy the jobs of these people, how can they give up?
We are about to leave this place, and if we don't take revenge, we will have no chance.
Under the instigation of the gangsters, a large group of people gathered around to watch the fun. They were all people who did not take it too seriously. There were a few good people nearby, urging the gangsters to light the fire quickly and not to waste time. rub.
There was a lot of noise all around, with all kinds of yelling and crying mixed together.
Until the door of the guild hall slowly opened, and two figures walked out.
The surroundings suddenly became silent, and the torches were fired in that direction.
Under the gaze of thousands of people, a training officer walked out of the gate, looked around, and raised his horn.
"Everyone! Young and old men in Taicang, if you want to set fires or kill people, please wait for a while until I finish what I say below, and then you can do it again."
Although he was far away and the surrounding light was dim, the powerful aura exuded by this Daqi instructor still shocked many people in front of him, and those in front unconsciously took a step back.
Gan Desheng, the trainer of the first battalion of the Second Corps, looked at the thousands of torches around him and felt as if these people were coming to eat him.
He cleared his throat and raised the horn:
"I am here in Taicang Prefecture this time to assist Zhang Jinglue in allocating the land. Every household, as long as it is a citizen of Daqi, will have a share..."
"Liar! He is a liar!"
As soon as Gan Desheng started to preach the New Deal policies, he was immediately interrupted by several bullies in front of him.
"He came to Taicang to steal our business. They don't let you do business in the north. Now he has come to Taicang and won't let you do business!"
A fat shopkeeper stood up and cursed: "Niang Xipi's will not die well. The Tatars are coming. Not only can they not do business, they will also collect all the money accumulated by each family and give it to their treasury for them to be greedy." Now, send us the paper again!"
Another person asked: "Paper? Shopkeeper Shen, are you telling the truth?"
The shopkeeper jumped three feet high and stood under the torch. The firelight illuminated half of his face, and his beard was trembling as he said:
"Yes! Mom, these plague-stricken Tatars, the paper is worse than the treasure banknotes. If what I say is even half a lie, I will be struck by thunder! They will die a good death!"
"Beat him! Drive the Tatars back!"
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After all, Gan Desheng was someone who had seen big scenes. When he saw this situation, he didn't panic at all. He climbed up to the roof along the ladder, raised his horn and continued to shout:
"Everyone, you should think carefully. I am an official of the imperial court, and I have a rank. You should not be instigated by traitors. Daqi will not steal your business, let alone your money. Have you heard of the two systems of the north and the south? ! The Supreme Emperor said in the first year of Guangde that the provinces south of the Yangtze River will remain unchanged, and even the governors and prefectures will not change. We are just checking out the land where the powerful have hidden themselves and giving it to you. Not only will you not suffer a loss, but you will also get land. It’s so good It's only when there is smoke coming out of the ancestral graves! In a word, Zhang Jinglue is here. Not only will he rob you, but he will also give you land and money. Go back, go back, and wait for the court to pay you."
Hearing that the land and money were divided, the crowd was in chaos for a while. At this time, two more discipline officers came out and tried hard to persuade the people, and the people finally began to back off a little.
At this moment, a violent explosion suddenly came from the city wall not far away, like thunder in the sky.
The people suddenly panicked again, some screamed, some cried, and some began to curse.
"The Tatars are coming in to massacre the city! Kill them all quickly! They are the ones who let the Tatars in! Kill them!"
Gan Desheng finally saw clearly at this time, it was the same beasts fanning the wind and lighting the fire again.
The sound of artillery on the city wall became more and more intensive, and there were occasional sharp whistling sounds. Hongyi cannons also began to fire back on the city wall. However, the explosion of the defenders' artillery was quickly suppressed by the sharp whistling. Some experienced people Gao Fu knew that this was Qi Jun's divine fire flying crow.
The end of bluffing is here.
"The Tatars are coming to massacre the city. Get rid of the traitors quickly. They are the traitors! Burn the guild hall and burn them to death first! Don't let them open the city gate!"
The panicked people finally stopped watching the excitement and looked up at the guild hall. Gan Desheng was stared at by countless pairs of hateful eyes, and a bone-chilling chill filled his heart.
He didn't dare to think too much, so he quickly climbed down the ladder, ran into the courtyard, and blocked the door with two pieces of wood.
There were shouts outside, and soon people started banging on the door, countless torches were thrown in, and the courtyard soon began to burn.
"Put out the fire! Put out the fire!"
The training officers were busy fighting the fire and shouting to the mob outside with loudspeakers. Only the twelve guards held firecrackers and kept shooting at the mob who tried to climb the wall.
The soldiers' ammunition quickly ran out, and they drew their swords one after another, preparing for a last stand.
Seeing that the courtyard wall was about to collapse and was very soft, a loud noise suddenly came from the distance, followed by an earth-shaking shout.
Looking out through the crack in the door, the mob outside the courtyard wall fled like rabbits.
After an unknown amount of time, the surroundings gradually calmed down, and the drums of the Eighth Corps came from outside the door.
Gan Desheng quickly ordered someone to open the courtyard door, and saw He Longzhou standing at the door with a murderous look on his face.
The messengers held torches, surrounded by musketeers and grenadiers, and the cavalry were still chasing the mob in the streets.
There were densely packed corpses lying around the guild hall. Half of the head of the shopkeeper who swore a poisonous oath just now was missing, probably because he was hit by a fire cannon.
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"It's really not a good death."
Lin Zhenbei came up and introduced: "Longtou, this is Instructor Gan Xun of the Second Corps..."
He Longzhou nodded slightly and glanced into the courtyard. Seeing Gan Desheng still holding a wooden trumpet in his hand, he pulled out a short flintlock gun from his waist and said sarcastically:
"Instructor Gan Xun, if you can't deal with this group of people, you have to use this!"
