Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 127 When Emperor Taizu Gao arrived, the sky over the Han Dynasty turned blue.

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, a thick fog suddenly formed around them at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wow, there are still experts here!"

He said with great interest.

At the same time, countless red figures rushed towards him from the thick fog before him, like countless vengeful ghosts.

"Escort!"

Ran Liang exclaimed in surprise.

Guo Mo also drew his sword without hesitation.

His knife was covered in runes, clearly not an ordinary weapon. After all, he had once led a group of refugees to defend Hanoi. In such chaotic times, anyone who could carve out a territory was no pushover. Those who lacked the ability had now become fertilizer for the land.

The red figures surged forward like a tide, but Yang Feng, sitting upright in his elephant carriage, merely held up his infrared imaging device, watching Wang Dun flee across from him.

As for those red figures...

There's nothing on the imager at all!
"fake."

Yang Feng said casually.

Of course, even without a thermal imager, he could tell it was fake.

Modern technology can make these phantoms much more realistic, far surpassing the image quality of these ancient phantoms.

Then the red figures silently passed directly across the elephant carriage.

"Guo Pu's story of turning beans into soldiers."

Guo Mo, who was being pierced through by the red figure, immediately spoke.

"Isn't he good at calculations? Can't he foresee the consequences of defying me?"

Yang Feng said.

He then remembered that Guo Pu was also Wang Dun's subordinate, and was later killed for opposing Wang Dun's second trip to Luoyang.

"He is merely a sorcerer. Even if he can deduce some human affairs, how could he possibly glimpse the secrets of heaven? His Majesty is a deity descended to earth; how could a mortal like him presume to know such things?"

Guo Mo quickly put on a smiling face and said.

"Haha, you're quite the smooth talker."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

However, Guo Pu probably really couldn't calculate him. After all, no matter how brilliant Guo Pu was, he was only calculating things in this world. Guo Pu wasn't from this world. They weren't even in the same system. No matter how brilliant Guo Pu was in the Symbian system, he couldn't calculate things in the Android system!
The thermal image showed hundreds of people, including Wang Dun who was clearly being carried, rushing into the government office, presumably trying to escape from the rear. Yang Feng, holding a golden AK in one hand, switched to automatic fire and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The whistling bullets instantly struck them, and one by one, the figures fell. The remaining men continued their chaotic run, like recruits forced to crawl through mud pits in a movie. Then, Yang Feng discarded the golden AK and switched to an RPG.

"Stay away."

He called out to the little girl next to him.

The latter quickly jumped off the elephant carriage and then stood there looking on with expectant eyes.

This should be Xun Guan, Xun Song's daughter who broke through the siege to ask for help. At least the women of noble families in our Great Jin Dynasty still had some status. There were quite a few like this in this era, such as Xun Guan, Li Xiu, and Shao Xu's daughter, who later rushed into battle to save her husband. Of course, this is by no means the goal that some people in modern times fantasize about. They probably just fantasize about being like Jia Nanfeng, but in reality, they are just bones rotting in the pot of the barbarians.

The next moment, the RPG's flames shot out, and the rocket-assisted grenade flew out, igniting in mid-air, instantly cutting through the thick fog and hitting Wang Dun and his men directly in front of them.

"boom!"

Flames exploded.

The force of the explosion instantly sent several figures flying, while others were knocked down by the blast wave...

"Run, keep running! I'll let you run. Even if you run all the way to Jianye, I can still kill you. You still can't escape my grasp. You're asking for it. I'm giving you a chance, and you still don't appreciate it. And that Guo Pu, he actually dares to play magic in front of me. Believe me or not, I'll skin you alive!"

Yang Feng said.

The thick fog dissipated rapidly in the next moment.

Inside the now-ruined government office, Wang Dun and his men looked at him with bitter expressions. One of them, also dressed in official robes, held a bundle of talismans, while several loyal and brave generals, armed with various weapons, stood before Wang Dun, ready to protect him to the death. Wang Dun, who had just fallen in the explosion, silently watched Yang Feng, who sat regally on his throne in an elephant-drawn carriage, holding an RPG. Finally, he struggled to his feet, leaning on a long spear, pushed aside the generals blocking his way, and limped towards Yang Feng.

"Your Majesty, I, the guilty subject Wang Dun, pay my respects."

He knelt down and said.

His subordinates looked at each other, then stepped forward and knelt down.

"The Langya Wang clan, is that it? 'A cunning rabbit has three burrows,' right? Do Wang Yan's children still have any in the south?"

Yang Feng sneered.

During the War of the Eight Princes, Wang Yan foresaw the impending collapse of the situation, so he appointed Wang Dun and Wang Cheng as governors in the south.

"Your Majesty, neither her son nor her daughter survived. Her son, Wang Xuan, was the Prefect of Chenliu. He was killed by bandits while fleeing. Her daughters married into the Jia family, Sima Yu, and Pei Xia respectively. All of them died in the chaos along with their husbands."

Wang Dun said.

"Then his branch is eliminated. What about Wang Rong's descendants?"

Yang Feng acted like a judge, crossing out Wang Yan, who needed to be exterminated, from the list of the Langya Wang clan.

"His son died young without leaving any descendants, and his daughter married Pei Wei. She and her two sons all died in the massacre in Ningping City."

Wang Dun said.

"Then he hooked this one too."

Isn't it a bit disheartening? You fought for power and profit, you brought foreign tribes into the Central Plains, but in the end, you couldn't escape it either. What did it matter if the Langya Wang clan was powerful, or if Wang Yan held absolute power, or if you had multiple escape routes, in the end, you still couldn't avoid being killed by Shi Le, and your entire family was wiped out. You thought you had the ability to control the overall situation, that you could calculate everything perfectly, that you were from a noble family and were high above others, but in the end, even the daughter of the Hedong Pei clan could only be trampled on in the chaos of war, and might even have been boiled alive by the Jie people.

Noble families and commoners are cooked in the same pot; scholars and servants are cooked in the same pot.

Isn’t it interesting?

As for now…

Yang Feng sneered.

"I have already given you a chance, but you didn't seize it, so I won't give you a second chance."

He went on to say.

Then he pointed forward.

"Fire."

He said.

Before Wang Dun and the others could even understand what was happening, the flintlock muskets of the soldiers who had already lined up and aimed spewed flames, bullets whistling through the sky and then hitting them. The one holding the talisman panicked and scattered the talisman, but before anything could happen, a bullet hit him in the chest, and he fell down clutching his chest. However, a general next to Wang Dun somehow managed to withstand the bullet.

But it was no use. Just as he roared and charged out, several light field guns also spewed flames.

Although it was only a light-duty cannonball, it still fired shells. By the standards of that era, the nearly seven-pound shell hit him squarely in the stomach. Amidst the flying fragments of his armor, it pierced straight through his body, which was reinforced to withstand bullets, and sprayed out from his back with flesh and blood. He was thrown backwards in disbelief and astonishment as the shell struck him.

Even Xun Song was stunned by this scene; he hadn't expected Yang Feng to actually kill Wang Dun.

more importantly……

How will these powerful and influential families continue to rule over the poor and common people?
What they relied on to be high and mighty was shattered in the face of this bizarre weapon. What martial arts and Taoist skills passed down through generations, what ancestral treasures, were all useless at the flick of a commoner's finger. What will the noble families use to control everything in the future?
"What, you want to go up there too?"

Yang Feng looked down at him and said.

Xun Song was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.

"Your Majesty, I am utterly loyal to you. Wang Dun is ignorant of the Mandate of Heaven and has failed Your Majesty's good intentions. He deserves to die."

he said hurriedly.

If they are ignorant, what they shatter is not just their era.

"It's good that you understand. Summon all of Wang Dun's men and tell them that I am going to take them to Jianye to make those families who caused this chaos pay the price they deserve."

Yang Feng said.

As for Liu Cong, we don't need to worry about him anymore.

Because he had already received news of the victory yesterday: Liu Cong, who was heading north to attack Jinyang, was defeated by Ji Dan in Jiexiu.

However, the main reason for their defeat was actually Li Yi's musketeers. This musketeer unit, which initially followed Yang Feng, had now expanded to five thousand men and belonged to Yang Feng's Imperial Guard. Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty had two Imperial Guards, or Feathered Forest Army; one was led by Li Yi in Bingzhou, and the other by Yang Feng himself. However, unlike Yang Feng's own troops, Li Yi's men lacked artillery training and therefore were not yet equipped with cannons. After all, the use of cannons, especially aiming, required Yang Feng's personal instruction.

However, they don't actually need it.

Liu Cong relied on nothing more than the blood sacrifice of the Xiongnu warriors. They were indeed very strong in the era of cold weapons. After all, the charge of hundreds of enhanced warriors was something that ordinary soldiers could not withstand.

But it's all meaningless in the face of firearms; no matter how brave you are, you can't stop a volley of gunfire.

It is said that they did come up with a solution: each person would have a thickened giant shield.

The wooden planks were one inch thick, while the steel plate covering them was one fen thicker, meaning the planks were about 2.5 centimeters thick plus the 2.5 millimeters thick wrought iron plate. But in the end, they still couldn't stop the three-ounce bullets fired by the musketeers. When they were still twenty paces away from the musketeers, they were already being torn apart by the continuous volleys of gunfire.

However, if we were to make it even thicker, we would need to use a cannon.

After Li Yi's musketeers defeated those sacrificial warriors, the Xianbei cavalry lured by Ji Dan should pay their blood tax.

Ultimately, Liu Cong was defeated and fled south. During the pursuit by the Xianbei cavalry, the Xiongnu left corpses along the Fen River for a hundred miles.

In fact, Ji Dan has already taken advantage of his victory and occupied Yong'an.

That is, Huozhou.

It can be said that the Han Dynasty had actually launched an offensive against the pseudo-Han.

The Duan family had already occupied Fanyang; Duan Mobo's death hadn't deterred them. Moreover, they were acting as Jin officials, so the Han's primary enemy had now become Jin, though theoretically still Western Jin, since Sima Ye was still alive and Sima Rui hadn't declared himself emperor. Given this, there was no need for an Eastern Jin. Wang Dun had brought his soldiers, so he led them south to Jianye, where he executed Sima Rui and his family, thus completing the Han's revival.

Then they went on to clear out the other barbarian tribes.

There are quite a few of the latter.

The Xiongnu who claimed to be Han, the Duan clan, the Murong clan, and the Di people's Cheng Han, as well as figures like Yao Yizhong and Pu Hong, are currently all affiliated with the pseudo-Han. There's also the Tiefu tribe, affiliated with Liu Cong, currently led by Bobo's great-grandfather Liu Wulugu. Although the Tiefu tribe are Xiongnu, they are not affiliated with Liu Cong's branch. This branch controls northern Shaanxi and Ningxia, their main enemy being the Dai state of the Tuoba tribe, and they generally don't participate in Liu Cong's affairs. Then there's the still marginalized Yuwen tribe, controlling the Rehe region, their enemy being the Murong tribe, and they don't even participate in the struggles south of the Yanshan Mountains. Similar groups include the Qifu and Tufa tribes of Longyou, the Di people's Qiuchi Yang clan, and the Tuyuhun…

At this point, there were just too many of these messy and chaotic forces.

There are also groups that cannot become powerful forces but still exist in considerable numbers, such as the Tu Ge and Wuhuan. Liu Yuan was actually suspected of being a Tu Ge, and the claim that he was a descendant of the Southern Chanyu was fabricated to glorify himself.

"This list is quite long!"

Yang Feng sighed with emotion.

Meanwhile, Xun Song and Guo Mo had already begun to appease Wang Dun's subordinates within the city.

The process was largely predictable. The ordinary soldiers didn't care who became emperor, but they were all very interested in marching south to attack Jianye. The lower-ranking officers were equally indifferent, even less concerned about killing members of the Sima family than the soldiers. Those from humble backgrounds suffered the most in this chaotic world. After all, the common people didn't know much; they only knew that the world was in chaos again, with barbarians killing everywhere, but most of them didn't understand why.

The common people don't even know how to read, and they may never leave their hometown in their entire lives. How could they possibly know these things?

But those from humble backgrounds know this.

They watched helplessly as the world descended into chaos, witnessing the bizarre actions of treacherous officials and the princes of the Sima family, which led to the sinking of the Central Plains.

The pain of having knowledge!
In this situation, if someone leads them to vent their anger, and this person even claims to be the reincarnation of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, then why not do it?

Kill the Sima family.

Kill those powerful and prestigious families.

The pine tree at the bottom of the ravine is lush and green, while the grass on the mountain grows sparsely. With its tiny stem, it provides shade for the hundred-foot-tall branches.

Now it's the turn of the poor to rise up. If they succeed, they'll be the next Zhang Liang and Xiao He; if they fail...

There's absolutely no possibility of failure here!
"kill!"

"kill!"

……

Soon, a burst of excited roars rang out across the plains outside Wancheng.

"I tell you, the future Han Dynasty will no longer use the recommendation system, nor will it have the evil Nine-Rank System. This was used by the Cao family to bribe those powerful families in order to usurp the Han Dynasty. The true Han Dynasty will no longer determine official positions based on family background, but on true talent and learning. From now on, I will implement the imperial examination system. Scholars will first pass the knowledge test, and then their official positions will be determined based on their knowledge. Military officers will also first pass the military examination, and their official positions will be determined based on their abilities."

Talented individuals from humble backgrounds will no longer be suppressed by those from prestigious families based on their social standing.

Even commoners, as long as they have talent and learning, are qualified to become officials!

Yang Feng shouted.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

……

The shouts of those from humble backgrounds grew even louder.

After all, ordinary soldiers don't understand these things; only they do.

In fact, they were the real beneficiaries. After all, if the test was to assess knowledge, the common people were illiterate; only those from humble backgrounds and aristocratic families were literate. As for their own knowledge...

Who would feel that they lack knowledge?
Zuo Sidu believed himself to be the true master of the pine tree, even though his only job outside of writing was to flatter Jia Mi.

(End of this chapter)