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Chapter 46 Ah, I just like this feeling

Feng Kebin looked at Yang Feng in astonishment.

Of course he knew what this meant.

Threat!

He clearly threatened Zhou Yanru, or the Jiangnan gentry behind the latter.

What Zhang Erzhong said is actually quite right. The fundamental reason for Zhou Yanru's opposition was that everyone knew the consequences of doing so. Once Shandong began to arm regiment training, it would mean that the imperial court's control over Shandong was weakened.

After all, everyone has armed themselves, so how can the court control it now?

Yang Feng could lead Shandong local armed forces to defeat the Qing army, couldn't he defeat the imperial army?

In the past few years, have the officers and soldiers ever had such a record of wiping out thousands of people at once?

No!

Not once.

Even in the Zunyong victory that year, the Qing army only admitted that a few hundred people died. Although their statistics were the same as those of a certain country, even if multiplied by five, they still did not reach the number of Yang Feng's total annihilation. How could he really take it? Thousands of Jianlu heads were found. In other times, even if they were great victories, they would only result in a few hundred heads at most. In most cases, they were actually killing many Qing troops in failed battles. There was no great victory like Yang Feng's, which wiped out thousands of people at once. With the small population of Jianlu, it doesn't need to be much. Five great victories of this level are basically equivalent to being disabled. But the problem is that after more than 20 years, there has not been one such great victory.

Then the problem is coming.

What will happen if he beats the officers and soldiers?

The same problem comes.

If Yang Feng's local armed forces in Shandong grow bigger, the Shandong gentry will say that I want to support them in the future, so Shandong will no longer pay taxes and money to the court.

Intercepted.

What does the imperial court dare to do?

Dare not do anything!

If you can't even beat someone, of course you won't dare to do anything.

Who will fill the gap in the end?

Of course it is Jiangnan. After all, everyone knows that the gentry in Jiangnan are the richest. Chongzhen, who is desperate, will eventually find a soft persimmon to squeeze. Similarly, if the gentry in Shandong and even other northern provinces have organized group training, the remaining soft persimmon will of course be Jiangnan. Gentleman. Unless the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River also organized regiment training, the problem is that the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River had no need to do so. The Qing army could not reach them, and they did not even cross the Huaihe River. Everyone paid for the army together, and because of their location, they were the safest. It can be said that everyone contributes money together, and then keeps them singing and dancing. As long as the North is not killed, they will sing and dance. Since this is the case, why do we have team training? We don’t have to spend huge sums of money to do team training. We can just maintain the status quo. Just sing and dance, why bother?

So Yang Feng wanted to threaten them.

You want us to be in the front, but you have to agree to us holding team training. After all, the army can't protect us. If you don't agree...

Wouldn’t we write about Zhang Hongfan, the man who destroyed the Song Dynasty?

Believe it or not, if the Qing army comes again next time, we will surrender directly and then follow the Qing army to bloodbath Jiangnan?

It's not like we haven't done it before.

Zhang Hongfan is from Hebei.

But those who followed the Yuan army to the south of the Yangtze River and bloodbathed them all seemed to have included the nobles of Shandong.

But this threat...

"Is it a bit over the top?"

Feng Kebin said with a frown.

"How can we get over it? The southerners have always been like this. They used the northerners as a barrier but refused to pay a penny. We enjoyed the Ming Dynasty for three hundred years of peace and prosperity, but refused to provide an extra grain of food for the country. We have suffered in the north for generations. This generation lives in the south of the Yangtze River with hundreds of sheep, how could they ever take another look at us? The old man Hao Shou still kills the enemy for the country, and even the white-haired people send the black-haired people. If the Jianqiu comes again, the old man will never help the people of Baonan. Descendants, aren’t they just happy to welcome Master Wang?

Won't I? "

Zhang Erzhong said angrily.

Feng Kebin looked at him awkwardly.

"Feng Gong, it's just to scare you. It's not true. What's more, this is just a junior suggestion. What to do needs to be discussed by all the gentlemen. Previously, I have asked Fan Tingfeng to go back and ask Mr. Fan Ge to come to Changyi to preside over the resettlement of the rescued people. It's just right. All the princes discuss together. Even the younger generation thinks that the princes might as well make this a practice. If there is any major matter, the people in charge of the overall situation from all over the country will sit down and discuss together. After all, this Shandong matter still has to be worried by the princes. "

Yang Feng said.

Of course, Chongzhen would also look for them if he wanted to.

Let these old guys stand in front, and besides, they do need to solve a lot of things.

As for whether Chongzhen approved the Confucius and Mencius Knights...

Asking for his approval is to give him face, but it doesn't mean that he really needs his approval. With more than 3,000 elite cavalry here, what difference does it make if he approves or not? Even if he was not allowed, would he still dare to mobilize troops to encircle and suppress it? With Yang Feng here, which of the current Shandong soldiers would dare to seek death? Are their heads tougher than Jianlu's?

The two old guys looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

At this time Zhou Lianggong suddenly walked in...

"Fengsheng, Xue Minzhong and Li Fuming have gone out of the city to gather troops."

He said.

"It seems this works."

Yang Feng weighed the gem pocket in his hand and sneered.

Indeed, with so many gems in front of him, Xue Minzhong and Li Fuming could not bear it. Even if they were not doing meritorious service, it was worth fighting for the property of the Qing army. When Yang Feng left the city, the two guys Already brought tens of thousands of infantry and cavalry out of the military camp. He followed him for about three hours, when the marching Qing army appeared in front of him. The latter became more cautious and formed a denser formation after his continuous attacks, especially the large number of peripheral rangers, which were no longer even cattle. Instead of recording the level, they marched in formation at the level of a thousand people. After the Qing army saw Xue Minzhong and Li Fuming's troops, the two thousand-man troops immediately broke out of their formation to attack them. However, these two guys were very cunning and withdrew as soon as they made contact.

The Qing army pursued...

Then there will be a big gap in the entire formation. The infantrymen arrayed behind them would swarm forward, and the number of Qing troops escorting the slaves was simply not enough to resist these hungry wolves.

Don't chase...

They will definitely come back.

They will continue to provoke over and over again.

Of course, the Qing army finally swallowed this sigh of relief, then quickly retracted and continued to protect their slaves and property. After all, they were also very greedy for money, and sacrificing life rather than money was a common problem among most forces in this era.

Then, as they knew clearly, Xue Minzhong and Li Fuming attacked again.

The Qing army faced the enemy again.

They broke away again with one blow.

Because of their attack, the original overall formation of the Qing army began to become disjointed.

the next day.

dawn.

"Damn it, now that you're motivated, aren't you good at fighting?"

Yang Feng looked at the melee battlefield ahead.

After continuing to provoke for an afternoon and a whole night, at dawn while the Qing army was exhausted physically and mentally, Xue Minzhong and Li Fuming suddenly drove away their cannon fodder infantry and launched a large-scale attack against the Qing army. But just when the Qing army successfully defeated the cannon fodder and the latter fled, and the Qing army was chasing them, two elite troops suddenly entered the battlefield. In the wilderness at dawn, the cavalry of both sides mixed together in chaos. The brave servants brutally slashed at the Qing army. Even the cannon fodder returned. They had already rushed into the slaves like a carnival and plundered everything crazily. Livestock, cloth, including women, and the corpses of the Qing soldiers were all stripped clean, and some even tried to chop slaves, but they resisted in the end.

Because Fan Zhiwan had already made it clear that there would be no reward even if he was cut off.

Because Yang Feng’s pile of heads have not yet been cashed in!

He really has no money.

The main reason is that Yang Feng has too many heads.

According to the imperial reward, these three thousand heads cost hundreds of thousands taels, and there were a series of battles later, especially the Battle of Changle, which together cost more than 400,000 taels. Yang Feng had already said that if he did not restrain If the officers and soldiers killed good people for merit, then Yang Feng would have to ask him to pay the 400,000 yuan first...

Very reasonable.

There's always a first-come, first-served basis, right?

Therefore, Fan Zhiwan simply announced that the first-level military merits of this battle will be counted later, and all armies should work hard to kill the enemy.

Soldiers are not stupid, this kind of thing will be nothing in the future!

"It's time to be happy again!"

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Yang Feng, who had been hiding, threw off his tattered robe, revealing the armor underneath. Then he unfolded his hands and looked at a large flag in the Qing army. The flag was constantly waving, commanding the Qing army in the melee. . Under the flag is a rather old man wearing a blue flag armor. He is guarding the soldiers with one hand controlling the war horse and the other holding a knife pointing forward, with a commanding posture.

The next moment Yang Feng suddenly rushed out...

"kill!"

he yelled.

The Qing army veteran turned his head as if understanding, and saw him immediately.

The veteran pointed the knife at Yang Feng without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards a group of Qing troops rushed forward.

Yang Feng's double iron laos swung open like a crazy therizinosaurus. While running wildly, he kept hooking the Qing troops and throwing them away, even tearing their bodies apart. He narrowed the distance between him and the veteran at extremely fast speed. The latter Already awake, he quickly retreated surrounded by his own soldiers, but at this time Li Fuming had already led a team of elite servants to cut across his rear...

"Yang Sheng, stop him. This is Manchuria Gushan Ashan of Jianlu Zhenglan Banner."

Li Fuming shouted.

As he spoke, he opened his iron whip and knocked down a Qing soldier.

This guy was from Liaodong, and now holds the title of Commander-in-Chief of Shanxi. Historically, he died in battle outside Shanhaiguan at the end of the year.

At the same time, the brave servants behind him quickly cut off Ashan's retreat, and Ashan also understood his situation. Of course he was not afraid of Li Fuming alone, but it was different with Yang Feng. With his own soldiers, he moved forward like crazy, trying to kill He wanted to find a way out, but Li Fuming also knew very well what kind of merit it was to kill a Qing army Gushan on the battlefield, so of course it was impossible to let him kill him.

"As you wish!"

Yang Feng shouted ferociously.

The next moment, he roared, jumped up, and stepped on the chest of the Qing army under the astonished eyes of the Qing army below. The latter screamed and fell down, and at the same time, the war horse was overwhelmed and collapsed directly. And Yang Feng jumped up again, and threw out the iron ao with his right hand. Ashan, who had just chopped down a servant, instinctively turned his head, and the iron ao fell on his back like a devil's claw, piercing into his back at the same time. Taking him off the horse. After hitting the ground, he screamed and raised his head. A black shadow fell from the sky, then stepped on his back, and then another iron hook also pierced his back...

"Ah, I just like this feeling!"

As the bones in his back were torn apart, Ashan heard an excited roar above his head.

(End of this chapter)