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Liu Ruoyu laughed out of anger:

"You're looking for death! Musketeer Battalion, get ready!"

Liu Ruoyu's roar echoed on the battlefield. The Dongchang musketeers quickly formed a battle array, with hundreds of muskets raised in an orderly manner, the black muzzles glowing coldly in the sunlight.

"put!"

“Bang, bang, bang!…”

Following this order, deafening gunshots suddenly rang out. Lead bullets poured down like a rainstorm, and the air was immediately filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder. The disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall raised their iron-clad wooden shields in a well-trained manner, and the sound of metal colliding was endless.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

Most of the lead bullets were blocked by the heavy shield, but a few still penetrated the defense. A Thunderbolt Hall disciple groaned as the lead bullet penetrated his shoulder, and blood immediately stained the collar of his clothes red. But he still gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee, while the other hand still held the musket tightly.

Linghu Chong stood at the back, his pupils shrinking slightly. He had never seen such a dense firearms attack before, and his hand holding the sword tightened unconsciously, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

Ning Zhongze looked solemn as he swept his eyes across the battlefield. He was shocked to see a Dongchang soldier being hit in the face by a lead bullet, his entire face instantly covered in blood.

"If Huashan disciples were faced with such firearms..."

The thought made her shudder.

"Bombardier!"

Lei Zhentian's roar interrupted her thoughts.

Dozens of Thunderbolt Hall disciples quickly took out the Thunderbolt bombs from their waists and lit the fuses in unison. With the sound of burning, dozens of black iron balls drew graceful arcs and flew towards the East Factory camp.

"Boom! Boom! Boom——"

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and the ground was shaking slightly. Flames shot up into the sky, and thick smoke billowed. The Eastern Depot cavalrymen were thrown off their horses, and the horses neighed in fear, throwing the riders off their backs. Broken limbs flew everywhere, and blood dyed the ground red.

Master Fang Sheng clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. A trace of compassion flashed across his cloudy old eyes, but also with a bit of shock.

"The power of this firearm is so great..."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, his voice carrying a solemnity that he had never heard before.

Taoist Qingxu frowned and the whisk in his hand waved unconsciously.

"The Jianghu is about to change..."

Liu Ruoyu's face turned pale, his eyes were filled with anger, he suddenly drew out his sword and shouted, "Charge! Kill them all!"

The elite troops of the Eastern Depot came in like a tide, their armor gleaming in the sun. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the earth was shaking.

Lei Zhentian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He raised his right hand and swung it down fiercely: "Three-barreled gun, fire in unison!"

The musketeers of the Thunderbolt Hall quickly changed their formation, and three rows of disciples took turns to step forward. The first row knelt on one knee, the second row bent over, and the third row stood upright. As the flag was waved, the three rows of musketeers fired at the same time.

"Bang bang bang-"

A storm of metal swept across the battlefield, and the Dongchang cavalrymen who were at the forefront fell like wheat being cut. Lead bullets penetrated the armor, tumbling and deforming inside the human body, causing terrible injuries.

A cavalryman was hit in the chest and flew off his horse, falling heavily to the ground, without any movement.

Lin Pingzhi stood aside and watched coldly.

The firing rate of the Pilitang's muskets far exceeds that of the Dongchang, and the loading action is smooth, which is obviously the result of long-term training.

Yi Lin's face turned pale, and she twisted the corners of her clothes unconsciously. She had never seen such a brutal battle, and her stomach was churning.

The battle entered a fierce stage. Although the East Factory suffered heavy casualties, it still had the advantage in numbers. A team of soldiers broke through the fire network and rushed to the front of the Pili Hall.

"Get ready for close combat!"

Lei Zhentian shouted loudly and drew the bronze mace from his waist.

The disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall quickly put down their muskets and drew their short swords to meet the enemy. The sound of metal colliding, shouting and screaming intertwined. Lei Zhentian personally went into battle, swinging his bronze mace, and the heads of three Dongchang guards exploded.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed. There was a sudden commotion behind the East Factory, and a group of people could be vaguely seen approaching.

"Is it reinforcements?"

Liu Ruoyu looked back and his face changed suddenly.

All the visitors were dressed in black, with silver cloud patterns embroidered on their chests. The leader wore a bronze mask and held a strangely shaped long gun.

"Shadow Guard of Yunyan Pavilion!" Lei Zhentian showed joy on his face.

The masked man raised his hand and fired a shot, and Liu Ruoyu's hat flew off. The shot was terribly accurate, and it was obviously a warning.

"withdraw!"

Liu Ruoyu gritted his teeth and gave the order, but it was obviously too late.

"Want to leave?" A sneer came from under the bronze mask.

The black-clad shadow guards spread out like ghosts, instantly forming a siege. The leader raised his gun again, pointing the muzzle directly at Liu Ruoyu's forehead.

Liu Ruoyu's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly reined in his horse and retreated. He saw shadows flashing around him, and eight shadow guards had surrounded him. The eight people held different weapons in their hands - short guns, iron fans, chains, and two of them held strangely shaped crossbows with arrows glowing with a faint blue light.

The black-clad shadow guards cut into the battlefield like ghosts. The bronze-masked man in the lead shook his wrist, and the peculiarly shaped long gun actually refracted seven-color light in the sunlight.

Before Liu Ruoyu could react, he heard a "clang" sound, and the sword at his waist was entangled by a silver thread - it was actually the fine steel chain extending from the tail of the musket.

"Han's 'Seven Star Soul Chasing Gun', please taste it, Mr. Liu."

A hoarse laugh came from under the mask. The chain suddenly stretched straight, Liu Ruoyu felt a sharp pain in his palm, and his sword flew out of his hand, drawing three silver arcs in the air, and was actually broken into several pieces by the chain! He immediately retreated three steps, and the heels of his boots plowed deep grooves on the ground.

Liu Ruoyu drew out the sword from his guard's waist with his backhand. As soon as the blade came out of the sheath, he heard a crisp "ding" sound - Han Lie had approached him without knowing when, and the barrel of the long gun was against the back of the sword. The two were only a few feet apart, and Liu Ruoyu could even see the fine cloud and thunder patterns on the bronze mask.

"Liu Ruoyu, your first crime is secretly transferring firearms from the border troops!"

Han Lie suddenly raised his knee and hit the opponent's dantian. When Liu Ruoyu hastily blocked it, he saw a three-edged spike suddenly pop out from the tail of the long gun. A cold light flashed, and the front of Liu Ruoyu's python robe split open a foot long, revealing the golden silk soft armor inside.

Linghu Chong, who was watching the battle, had his pupils shrink suddenly. Han Lie seemed to be using a gun, but in fact, every move was a close-range killing move. If the three-edged thorn had penetrated half an inch further, it would have penetrated the gap in the soft armor and hit the heart. Just as he was in doubt, another incident occurred in the center of the battlefield.

Liu Ruoyu suddenly bit his tongue and spit out a blood mist. The moment Han Lie turned his head to avoid it, two black iron balls slipped out of Liu Ruoyu's sleeves, collided in his palm and exploded into a large ball of purple smoke.

"Poison smoke blinds the eyes? A trivial trick."

Han Lie stabbed his long gun into the ground, and the barrel of the gun suddenly spun and stretched, turning into a seven-foot-long strange weapon in the blink of an eye. He turned around and swept across the smoke, and the fine steel chain trembled like a dragon's roar, stirring the poisonous smoke into a vortex-shaped trajectory.

The meteor hammer at the end of the chain came through the air, and Liu Ruoyu raised his knife to meet it, but heard a crisp sound of "crack" - the hundred-tempered steel knife was smashed to pieces by the hammer! Amid the flying debris, Han Lie suddenly abandoned his gun and approached, his right hand clawed at the opponent's throat.

"The second crime! Massacre of thirty-seven Jianghu Rangers!"

As the claw wind tore through the air, the voice under the bronze mask suddenly became sharper. Liu Ruoyu leaned back to avoid it, but Han Lie caught the long gun falling from the air with his left hand, and the muzzle of the gun hit his jaw.

"The third sin..."

Han Lie suddenly turned the gun over and used the butt of the gun to hit Liu Ruoyu's Tanzhong acupoint. As he flew backwards with blood spurting out, the fine steel chain wrapped around his legs like a spirit snake and dragged him back to the front of the battle. The bronze mask was close to the prisoner's ear: "What crime should you be punished for framing a loyal and good person?"

"How dare you... offend me?"

Liu Ruoyu spat out a mouthful of blood foam and glanced around - the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall were pointing their three-barreled guns at the remnants of the East Depot, the disciples of the Huashan and Hengshan sects had formed a battle formation, and even Master Fangsheng, who had just been chanting Buddhist scriptures with compassion, was now standing on the scorched earth holding a Zen staff, his monk robe stained with blood but standing still.

"let me go!"

Blood oozed from Liu Ruoyu's neck, and he shouted fiercely, "You dare to touch the people of the East Factory, aren't you afraid that the emperor will kill all your clans?"

"East Factory... hehe,"

Han Lie sneered, his voice cold: "It's just a biting dog raised by Wanli."

He raised his hand and took off the bronze mask, revealing a thin face, but the three scars across the cheekbone on his left cheek looked somewhat hideous.

"Eunuch, do you still remember that three years ago at the Tongzhou Taxation Office, you personally beheaded seventy-two grain workers who were protesting against the grain prices? The youngest of them was only fifteen years old, carrying half a bag of brown rice and shouting, 'Your Majesty, open the warehouse!' You said, 'Opening the warehouse is worse than cutting open the stomachs!'"

"You...you're not dead yet?!"

Seeing Han Lie's appearance clearly, Liu Ruoyu's pupils shrank suddenly, his face turned pale, but he still tried to remain calm: "Are you guys going to rebel?"

"rebel?"

Han Lie suddenly sneered, "Eunuch Liu, why not take a look at this."

As he spoke, he took out a roll of yellow silk from his bosom and unfolded it in front of everyone. It was a manifesto with vigorous and powerful handwriting, and he read it aloud:
"It is said that when the Way of Heaven is great, those who protect the people will prosper; when the virtue of the emperor is great, those who care for the people will prosper. The Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun, who inherited the great cause of his ancestors and occupied the supreme position of the emperor, has rebelled against the will of Heaven and damaged the lifeblood of the country, causing unrest in the nine provinces and resentment from all over the world.

The people of the world have suffered from his cruel rule for a long time. Now I am hereby issuing a proclamation to the world to fight against this tyrant!"

Looking around, Han Lie continued to read without changing his expression as he glanced at the stunned group of people in the martial arts world.
"Since Zhu Xujun took power, he has ignored the government and has stayed deep inside the palace. Memorials have been kept in the palace without being sent out, and all the departments are empty. The cabinet ministers are like puppets, and the censors are like clay cows. The power of punishment and reward is entrusted to eunuchs; military and national affairs are decided in the inner court. In the court, those who are servile and mean have gained power; among the people, those who have been wronged and cannot get justice are everywhere. In the past, Yao and Shun were diligent in their work, and Cheng Tang rose to power early. How could there be such a lazy king? As a result, the officials are corrupt, the laws and regulations are abolished, and the pillars of the country are rotten in the temple!

Tax collectors are everywhere, like tigers and wolves devouring the people; mining taxes are everywhere, like vipers sucking blood. Eunuchs and imperial guards are rampant in counties and towns, pointing to land and houses as mineral veins, and seizing merchants for their own benefit. People who have lost their homes and are on the run are everywhere on the roads; people who cry out for hunger and cold are everywhere in the villages. The three additional taxes have drained the people's fat; the treasury is piled up, all for the emperor's private collection. In the six palaces, gold and pearls are piled up like mountains; the people of the world have been squeezed dry. The wine pools and meat forests of King Zhou of Shang and the brocade cables of Emperor Yang of Sui were not as greedy and cruel as him!

The war in Liaodong continued, the Jianzhou Jurchens became more powerful, but the emperor turned a deaf ear to it. Yang Hao lost his army at Sarhu, with 100,000 men killed; Xiong Tingbi was wrongly imprisoned, and all loyal and good people were dismissed. Border generals were afraid of being punished and dared not fight, and soldiers were unable to fight due to lack of pay, so that thousands of miles of Liaodong were reduced to ruins; the Hu cavalry marched south as if they were in an empty land. The territory won by our ancestors in hundreds of battles gradually became a bloody mess; the blood of tens of millions of soldiers who sacrificed their lives was shed in vain in the yellow sand. This is not only a shame of losing land, but also a sign of the destruction of the world!
Official vacancies are not filled, and politics is carried out by bribery. The positions of officials are clearly marked with prices; the positions of governors and governors are sold at a price. The honest are trapped in the officialdom, while the corrupt are promoted. The Donglin scholars are jealous of their political opinions; the Qi, Chu and Zhejiang factions form factions for their own benefit. The wise retreat in regret, while the unworthy celebrate. The government is corrupt and morale is completely lost. How is this court different from a den of thieves?
After Empress Xiaoduan passed away, her coffin was kept for several years without being buried; the crown prince position of the eldest son Zhu Changluo remained vacant for more than 20 years. The distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children was not made, and the etiquette and laws were lost, causing the palace to be full of suspicion; people in the court and the country were in a state of panic. He also favored Concubine Zheng and allowed her to interfere in state affairs, causing chaos. Such behavior was a disgrace to our ancestors and a betrayal to the people. He was truly a thief who "was not a king, and not a father"!

In the past, when King Wu of Zhou attacked King Zhou, he said, "The tyrant King Zhou, the people want to kill him"; when Emperor Guangwu of Han raised his army, he said, "The thief Mang usurped the Han Dynasty, the world must punish him together." Today, the crimes of Emperor Wanli are even worse than those of King Zhou and King Mang: his negligence in government has led to the collapse of the country, his greed and violence have caused the people's livelihood to suffer, his stupidity has led to the destruction of the borders, and his personal morality has corrupted human relations. This is intolerable, what is not intolerable?
Righteous men and heroes from all directions should remember the foundation of our ancestors and the hardships of the people, raise their arms and call for justice! Execute the treacherous and treacherous at the gate, remove the emperor from the court; depose the tyrant to thank the world, and establish a new ruler to bring peace to the people.

All the ministers of the Ming Dynasty should be loyal and filial, and take it as their responsibility to fight against the enemy. Don't let the land of China sink, and don't let the Hu cavalry wreak havoc!

Wherever the manifesto goes, people will respond; it is the will of heaven and the will of the people. I hope everyone will prepare their troops and face the national crisis together. We will obey the will of heaven and the will of the people, and we will make the culprit surrender and bring peace to the world!
In the summer of the 46th year of the Wanli reign of the Ming Dynasty, the League of Righteous Men of the Nation issued an edict!

The wine gourd in Linghu Chong's hand fell to the ground with a "pa pa" sound. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just raised his hand to rub his temple. His eyes, which were always a little drunk, were now frighteningly clear, staring at the token in Han Lie's hand.

The string of the Buddhist beads in Master Fangsheng's hand suddenly broke, and the sandalwood beads scatter all over the ground. The old monk seemed not to notice, but just stared into the distance and whispered: "Amitabha..."

The whisk in Taoist Qingxu's hand swung unconsciously, his white beard trembling slightly. He turned to look at his favorite disciple and found that he was also shocked. The Wudang Sect was most concerned about "purity and inaction", but at this moment, it was difficult to maintain even the most basic composure.

Liu Ruoyu's face changed drastically, and his voice began to tremble: "How dare you! This is a heinous crime that will kill all of your clan!"

"Kill the Nine Clans?"

Han Lie sneered even more and suddenly raised his voice: "The people of the world have suffered for a long time! Today, our Tiandao League will enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed in front of Liu Ruoyu, with a short gun against his throat, leaving a bloody mark on Liu Ruoyu's neck: "Eunuch Liu, why don't you tell me, how much of the people's money has your East Factory extorted in the name of mining taxes over the years?"

(End of this chapter)