The Jingwei guards had been waiting for a long time. Han You kept shouting, and it was passed down from ten to ten. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding Jingying soldiers put down their swords and rushed in.
Jingwei is in his early 1000s. After all, he only beats the common people without fear.
The emperor grinned.
The ministers grinned widely.
They all looked stupid.
Zhao Zhongzheng breathed a sigh of relief. I was right to do you. You are a fucking beast than me. Even though I am not a human being, I never asked the soldiers to beat the common people.
"This...this, this, this..."
Qian Ji was so anxious that he couldn't figure out the reason even after spending a long time.
In front of the emperor and the ministers, he ordered the people to be beaten. Everyone really didn't expect that Han You could be so heartless.
Boss Zhou almost wanted to curse. He gritted his teeth and said without conscience: "Han You is...but he is decisive in killing. In such a situation, it can only be like this, but...but this has nothing to do with me. He is determined to have his own way. Yes, Han You insists on having his own way."
Boss Zhou was extremely upset. His image and reputation, which he had been operating for more than a year, were completely destroyed by Han You's "beat".
Han You didn't care about that. He rode behind and yelled: "Those who resist, beat them. Those who resist fiercely, beat them hard. After beating them, take them out to the people in charge and kneel in a row. Charge, come on, brothers!" "
The melee started, and the Beijing campers also knew that they could not really hurt the people. They rolled up their sleeves and did not say what formation they formed, and just rushed into the construction site like stragglers.
Seeing the menacing troops from the Beijing camp, some "rumors" became more solid in the hearts of the people of Changyuan. Many people were panicked, but many people thought that they would die anyway, so why not take someone as a backstop.
More and more people are resisting. The more people fall, the more people are resisting.
What happened next, not only the ministers and the emperor were dumbfounded, but Han You who was riding on the horse also quickly pulled the reins, turned around and ran away.
Because, the Beijing camp with more than a thousand people was beaten by less than three thousand people!
"Holy shit, shit, shit, shit!"
Han You, who was riding a horse, looked back while clamping his horse's belly, his mouth wide open and filled with wind.
He knew that the Jingwei troops in the Beijing camp were rubbish, but he didn't expect them to be so rubbish as a grandma. When he rushed in, he howled, moved his hands, and cried for his father and mother.
Boss Zhou was so angry that evil fire was running through his chest.
The generals of the Ministry of War were trembling, thinking that they were going to be unlucky.
There are eight branches of the Jingwei Army, and three-fifths of them are the old and the young left behind by the previous dynasty. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are young soldiers. They have never experienced a decent war. Yes, they have experienced it. Last year, they were sent under the command of Lao Han. Chasing the butt and beating him.
Boss Zhou actually replaced some of the Beijing Guards, and transferred some of his subordinates who followed him to the center of the capital. There were not many people, more than 5,000, more than 1,000 served as Imperial Guards, and the rest served as Imperial Guards, but they were all dispersed. And they all hold positions such as flag officers, captains, generals, etc., which belong to the management level.
The management team is in the minority, and most of them are military personnel. Coincidentally, most of the people from the two Beijing camps in the north of the city are "wastes". The real elites do not dare to come out. They are guarding the city gate for fear of something special happening. some type of.
Then it led to this scene. About three thousand people, wielding big pickaxes, shovels, and big hammers, worked hard at once. It was miserable.
But objectively speaking, the soldiers in the Beijing camp were a bit unfair. First of all, they had no weapons. Secondly, they didn't dare to scare them to death, and they were at a numerical disadvantage.
Looking at the people of Changyuan, it was a desperate fight. It was true that they didn't have weapons. The problem was that those tools were all blunt weapons, which were scary to look at. They were waving them randomly, and the guards did not dare to get close.
Seeing that if the battle continued like this, the Jingwei would definitely suffer heavy casualties, the Emperor finally couldn't sit still anymore, glared at the generals fiercely, and then winked at the civil and military officials.
Wen Wu got on his horse and said nothing, but made a gesture behind him.
Five hundred guards all mounted their horses, untied their swords and threw them to the ground.
Wenwu clamped the horse's belly: "Kill!"
With a word of "kill", five hundred silent guards followed the civil and military forces and rushed towards the work camp.
Professionals and unprofessionals can be seen at a glance. When they were approaching the work camp, Wenwu pulled the reins. The five hundred guards behind him could be said to have moved in unison. They made an emergency stop and dismounted, ten of them in a group. A team of fifty people and a team of a hundred people quickly separated after entering the construction site. In the blink of an eye, five hundred people formed an encirclement.
The five hundred guards were not in a hurry to attack, but approached step by step the Changyuan people who instinctively retreated.
After Wenwu shouted "Enter", the five hundred guards stepped heavily and then accelerated their approach.
"The surrenderer, kneel down and don't bother!"
Wenwu shouted again, then jumped off his horse, and ran out directly after landing, taking the lead. The five hundred guards all shouted "kill" with amazing momentum.
Those who run back are called Jingwei, and those who fight in are called elites.
The difference between Jingli and Jingwei is that the latter almost killed a group of household tools, while the former made the people of Changyuan tremble with fear with just their momentum.
Han You, who was riding on the horse, was full of emotions. No wonder the previous dynasty was overthrown by Lao Ba. These idiots were still guarding the capital. They should be sent to Changyuan to mine. What the hell, just one by one? Those unarmored old soldiers in the villa can fight.
The herd effect, when the Jingwei came, for every person who resisted, there was a group of people who resisted.
When the guards came, for every person who knelt down, there were a group of others who knelt down.
These elites who were selected from various Zhechong mansions and came to the capital were trained every two days even in the palace, and their attacks were very measured. If they really encountered resistance, they could just pounce on them and knock them to the ground.
Almost in a few breaths, this inexplicable farce-like civil unrest subsided.
Han You just rode back to the emperor's side, and when he looked back, it was already over.
Comparing goods with goods will help you win, and comparing people with people will lead to death. This is the truth. They are all eating royal food. The difference can be described as clouds and mud.
Han You got off the horse and rolled his eyes. If he had known that he would let me dry his hair like this, it would be better to let Mr. Suan take the people there. Why bother to leave the ink now?
Lao Ba ignored Han You, the fame terminator, and waited anxiously.
He didn't tell the civil and military officials what to do, but Mr. Suan knew how to deal with it.
Soon, all the people in Changyuan were kneeling on the ground, and only about twenty people were beaten.
After waiting for a while, Wenwu and a group of guards came back, escorting more than ten people, mostly young and strong, one of whom was Ma Qian, the supervisor of the Changyuan Mining Area.
The truth will eventually be revealed.
The fog will eventually be lifted.
It's just that when this group of people was escorted, the expressions of the monarch, ministers and others had different expressions.
Han You frowned.
Zhao Zhongzheng had a look of ecstasy on his face.
The emperor sighed again.
Because Ma Qian and others only let them feel one emotion, anger, extreme anger, even though they knew that the person they were about to see was the emperor and the ministers.
When these people were brought over and knelt on the ground, they all looked at Han You, wishing they could eat him alive.
