There is more than one firecracker on the wall, and there is more than one firecracker.
Except for the firecracker who was loading the medicine, the other firecrackers pointed their firecrackers at the scholars in front of the courtyard gate.
The cold fire gun has no emotion, only cold killing intent.
When the scholars outside the door saw the firecrackers pointed at them, many of them subconsciously took a few steps back.
There are very few truly poor people who can afford to read.
Many scholars who have spare money at home will not only read books related to the imperial examination, but will also read books on other aspects.
Fireguns are no stranger to many scholars, especially those who like to delve into firearms, and can even make their own firearms.
Many scholars were so frightened that their legs weakened when they saw the firecrackers pointed at them on the wall.
As long as the hand and eye of the fire gun on the wall are not blind and the hands are not shaking, such a close distance is enough for even the poorest fire gun player to hit the mark with perfect accuracy.
These scholars were not afraid of the officers and soldiers of the imperial court, let alone the firecrackers among the officers and soldiers, because they knew that with so many scholars around, the officers and soldiers did not dare to mess around, and they did not dare to fire cannons when they were holding them.
But they were afraid of these muskets on the wall.
They cursed everyone in the yard as thieves, but thieves were the most unreasonable. Who could guarantee that thieves would not dare to do things that officers and soldiers did not dare to do.
What's more, a gun has already been fired.
The scholar holding the Holy Master in his arms was just as frightened as the others.
When he reacted, he felt that his retreating action was too embarrassing, so he immediately took another step forward. At the same time, the tablet of the Holy Master was held tighter in his arms.
"You, what are you doing! How dare you kill people in the street!" The scholar holding the tablet of the Holy Master in his arms mustered up the courage to say to the gunman on the wall of the courtyard.
When the boss on the side heard this, he wanted to reach out and cover the speaker's mouth.
He had seen the bodies removed from this yard.
Others may have scruples and dare not actually fire a gun to hurt someone, but who can guarantee that these killers in the yard will not dare to kill anyone.
If those mud-legged people are dead, they will die.
If these scholars died in front of him, even if only one scholar died, he felt that he, the boss, would not be able to escape the fate of the scapegoat.
"Speak!" The scholar holding the memorial tablet of the Holy Master in his arms suddenly became bolder when he saw that the person on the courtyard wall was silent. He raised a hand and pointed at the man on the courtyard wall who fired the cannon. He yelled loudly, "The Ming Dynasty is a place where the king's law is respected. You people dare to open fire in the capital to kill innocent people. This shows how domineering you are. As a person who has read the books of sages, I will never allow you to commit such brutal killings." People will continue to stay in the capital, everyone thinks so!"
While he was scolding himself, he did not forget to trick others into building momentum for him.
"What I'm saying is that people like them cannot be allowed to continue to stay in the capital."
"Kick them out!"
"Drive these people out of the capital!"
At first, the scholars agreed, and soon the people on the street were shouting to drive away all the people living in the yard.
Especially the neighbors living around the yard shouted the loudest.
Others may just be watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, but these neighbors really don't want such a group of murderous thieves living around their yards.
Thanks to the deliberate propaganda of some people, the tiger-character flag has been successfully stereotyped in the minds of the people as a murderer, a traitor to the Ming Dynasty, and a villain who harms the loyal and good.
No normal person would want to be a neighbor to such a person.
Moreover, most people may have only heard from others about the killing of Qing assassins by the Tiger Character Banner, but many of these neighbors saw the corpses being moved out of the yard with their own eyes. Even those who did not see the corpses heard the firing of gunshots at night. and shouts of death.
Such an unstable existence lives next to his yard, but any normal person would not want to have such a neighbor.
boom!
The gunfire suddenly sounded.
The shouting crowd suddenly became silent as if they were being strangled by the neck.
Snap!
The tablet of the Holy Master in the arms of the scholar standing at the front fell to the ground.
And he repeatedly touched his body with his hands to check whether he was injured.
After finally discovering that he was not injured, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that the card slot of the Holy Master had actually fallen to the ground.
With an embarrassed look on his face, he bent down and picked up the tablet of the Holy Master from the ground, not forgetting to dust the dirt on the tablet with his sleeves.
"These are all scholars, we can't kill them!" The guard in front of the door shouted in a panic to the people on the courtyard wall. At this time, he was so frightened that his legs were weak.
Afraid of the intrusion of the Tiger Flag, the scholar was killed in the street.
If a scholar is shot here, things will really get serious.
The man who had just fired a cannon on the courtyard wall looked at the scholars below and said expressionlessly: "The two cannons just now were just a warning. If you don't leave within ten breaths, the next cannon will hit you."
While talking, he did not forget to reload the gun.
Among the crowd watching the excitement on the street, some timid masters had begun to sneak away secretly.
They were just here to watch the fun, and they would not risk their lives just to watch the fun.
If ordinary people were such a threat, they might not be afraid, but the Ming Dynasty's rebels lived in the courtyard, and they all killed without blinking an eye. Who dares to bet that they wouldn't kill.
Among them, the neighbors who live nearby are the fastest to escape.
This can be regarded as one of the few benefits after the Tiger Flag's reputation was tarnished.
"I still don't believe it. You people dare to kill people in broad daylight." In order to make up for the mistake of breaking the tablet of the Holy Master, the scholar holding the Holy Master in his arms actually puffed up his chest and stood up without fear. Looking at the firecrackers on the courtyard wall.
The gunman who was tamping the medicine with a stick glanced at it and said: "There are still five breaths left."
"Don't be afraid, everyone. There are so many of us here and the Holy Master is protecting us. They don't dare to mess around." The scholar holding the tablet of the Holy Master in his arms shouted loudly.
At the same time, he turned around and wanted to summon other scholars to come forward.
However, when he turned back, he found that the other people who should be following him had actually distanced themselves from him, almost retreating to the middle of the street.
The scholar was stunned for a moment.
He did not remember that he had just walked forward.
"Huh, I'll let you go for now, but this matter is not over yet." After saying that, the scholar hurriedly retreated to the crowd behind him.
When he returned to the crowd, he was not ridiculed by others.
Because the others were worse than him, there were even scholars who lowered their heads, looking ashamed and not daring to look at him.
When the gunman on the courtyard wall saw these scholars who had come to make trouble, he took the initiative to retreat and curled his lips with contempt, his eyes full of disdain.
