Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 49: Good luck to the great master, your servant pays his respects to you

On the Circular Mound Altar.

Everyone looked at the Daxiang Hall more than 700 meters away in horror, and then the whistling bullets fell among them.

Amid the dust flying from the bullet impact, the people who were hit kept falling down.

Bullets pierced their bodies, causing blood and flesh to spurt out, and broken limbs to fall...

A red-robed official with a broken arm was holding up the remaining half of his arm and screaming in fear.

Blood spurted out from there, staining the altar at his feet red, and the other side with a bit of flesh attached was dangling in the air, but fortunately, another bullet hit him in the chest, and he fell down with a scream.

Everyone was stunned.

After all, no one here has ever seen Maxim.

Yang Feng only used it on the Shimen battlefield, and no one escaped from the Shimen battlefield, so even the Qing army that escaped back from Jiangnan had never seen this thing.

Of course, no one has ever seen his AK630.

So at this moment, the Ming and Qing officials on the Circular Mound Altar were staring blankly at the Daxiang Hall, which no longer had its golden roof. From this highest point in the surrounding area, smoke was rising as if there was a fire, and the flames were continuing there. Then, there was a constant whistling sound around them, and at the same time as the whistling sounded, it was as if countless soldiers were firing volleys at them, and the bullets were constantly reaping their lives.

But the next moment everyone woke up, and then everyone ran away in terror.

"Run!"

"Get out of here!"

……

Everyone was screaming in terror.

But it was useless. This was the Circular Mound Altar, a three-tiered circular platform with a diameter of more than 50 meters. There was definitely no place to hide on the platform.

It was empty.

You can jump to the south side with your back to the Daxiang Hall, and then use the altar to block the bullets.

But it is unrealistic to expect all the dignitaries to understand this point in a hurry, as many of them may not have this basic knowledge of physics.

In short, everyone on the stage was running like headless flies, even instinctively pushing towards the steps. After all, the altar was nearly two meters high, making it difficult for such high-ranking officials to jump directly. They even pushed and shoved each other to get to the stairs. In this chaos, no one noticed the crying figure in the middle. The Emperor of the Great Qing was just a child at this time. He had no idea what was happening. He only knew that those around him who had been bowing to him were running away.

Then the dead bodies kept falling around him, the wounded were screaming around him, and broken arms were scattered in the blood.

He was legitimately scared and cried.

He just cried in the blood.

The elder brother he had just recognized was also running away. He instinctively grabbed the Ming Emperor, who continued running without hesitation.

Then the Emperor of the Great Qing was brought down. Before he could get up crying, Duke Yansheng, who was eager to escape, accidentally stepped on his leg. The Emperor of the Great Qing screamed in pain. Duke Yansheng also slipped. The Emperor of the Great Qing reached out and grabbed his clothes. Duke Yansheng anxiously got up and tried to pull his hand away. The next moment, a bullet whizzed in and hit Duke Yansheng's waist. Duke Yansheng screamed and fell again, but he fell on the Emperor of the Great Qing.

The latter was knocked unconscious by him.

In a blink of an eye, only the dead and the injured were left on top of the altar.

But those who were crowded on the stairs were unlucky, as they became the target of the strafing, and their maximum crowding also greatly increased the killing efficiency of the bullets.

In a blink of an eye, the dead bodies piled up on the steps due to the impact of bullets.

Because there were so many dead bodies and the stone steps did not absorb water, blood began to flow down from under the corpses like a stream.

Then there was another staircase.

By this time, the clever ones had already discovered that the south side of the altar was a safe zone, so they began to run towards it. This escape then turned into a shoving and even trampling match. Those who couldn't wait finally learned to jump over the railing. In fact, even if they didn't jump, they would be squeezed out due to the large number of people. The soldiers who were originally responsible for the ceremonial guard even wielded their swords to attack those who blocked their escape. After all, they didn't take these officials seriously.

How could the Kwantung Army soldiers take the puppet Manchukuo officials seriously?

This was the relationship between the two sides from then on: Dorgon was equivalent to the commander of the Kwantung Army, and Emperor Hongxing was equivalent to an inhumane person.

The top of the Daxiang Hall.

Yang Feng carried a Fang Tian Hua Ji and stood next to the Maxim that was spraying bullets.

His adopted daughter and son happily fired. His elder sister paused to turn the handle, fine-tuning her machine gun to adjust her aim. Like a judge of death, she gazed down from above at the black dots in the distance, then unleashed death upon the densest concentration. His younger brother, while supporting his ammunition, occasionally raised his binoculars to help her identify new targets and improve her shooting. Soon, the altar was no longer their primary target; after all, it was already a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Their guns turned towards the area around the altar, and those who escaped from the altar were also in trouble, even those on the south side of the altar...

The safe zone in the south is limited to the area close to the altar.

Because of the height advantage, they can't avoid the bullets as long as they move slightly away from the altar. In fact, the brother and sister can even shoot indirect fire now.

Hundreds of bullets rained down every minute, causing continuous killings in the Circular Mound Altar and the surrounding huge square of tens of thousands of square meters.

Dead bodies were everywhere.

Blood everywhere.

The screams of the injured echoed off the walls.

The bullets continued to whistle, and white smoke continued to rise from the top of the Daxiang Hall where the bullets came from...

Like a fairy.

At least in the eyes of the people who were watching this scene with shock, this was indeed the air of immortals. And in the midst of the air of immortals, a golden figure suddenly rushed into the sky.

He was just hovering over the Great Hall, and then he saw the thing in his hand move downwards. The next moment, meteors streaked down from the sky, and then clouds of smoke exploded above the Circular Mound Altar. At the same time, it seemed as if countless smoke trails were pouring down from the explosion site, and then countless flames exploded on the entire Circular Mound Square. No matter whether they were fleeing or hiding in a concealed place, they all fell down in the explosion of these flames. It can be said that in the blink of an eye, there was no one standing around the entire Circular Mound.

The people who saw this scene knelt down in shock and horror, and kowtowed to the golden figure.

"How can the Qing demon offer sacrifices to the heavens? Today, I have received the order from the Lord of Heaven to punish him lightly. If anyone dares to insult the heavens again, his entire clan will be reduced to ashes."

Then a majestic voice echoed in the sky.

At the same time, the whistling sound of bullets finally stopped.

South side of the Circular Mound.

Sun Zhixie, the Minister of Rites of the Qing Dynasty, breathed a sigh of relief after surviving the disaster. He pushed away the censor Zhao Jiding who was dragged over to serve as a human shield. The latter had blood oozing from his mouth and stared at him with wide eyes. Sun Zhixie looked at the pile of bullet holes on his body with lingering fear. Censor Zhao actually dodged the bullets, but when a submunition from a heavy rocket cluster warhead exploded not far away, Minister Sun dragged him forward to block the shrapnel.

In fact, there were quite a few people around them who escaped the disaster.

After all, although the area around the Circular Mound is empty, it is still quite large, and it is not completely empty with no shelter.

The three-tiered Circular Mound Altar itself is a good shelter.

Moreover, the railings, the surrounding walls, and several outbuildings can all provide concealment, but they can only protect a relatively small number of people.

So Minister Sun could even see the Emperor Hongxing of the Ming Dynasty, who was hiding not far away and did not seem to be injured.

Emperor Hongxing also saw him.

Emperor Hongxing, whose fiefdom was originally in Qingzhou, was still very close to Minister Sun from Zibo, and he quickly waved to Sun Zhixie.

Minister Sun crawled towards him cautiously.

but……

"No, don't go."

Censor Zhao grabbed him and spoke with his bleeding mouth. Sun Zhixie quickly pushed him away, but he didn't expect that this dying guy still had a lot of strength and just held on to his clothes tightly.

"No, don't go."

Then he spoke like a repeater.

Sun Zhixie looked at him helplessly, then grabbed the knife next to a dead Qing soldier and chopped at his hand without hesitation.

It's not that he was in a hurry to defend the king, but his position was not safe enough. Emperor Hongxing was huddled at the bottom of the angle between the steps and the altar. There were several other people there. Although there were corpses all around, no one there was dead or injured. It was obviously safer than where he was. Although the attack had stopped, no one knew whether it would happen again.

Censor Zhao groaned weakly as he watched him chop his own hand. His other hand was groping on the ground when he happened to touch a fragment of what should be a cluster bomb. He then weakly poked Sun Zhixie's leg with it.

The sharp shrapnel immediately pierced the latter's flesh.

Sun Zhixie screamed, instinctively stood up and took a step back, then he subconsciously looked up and looked at the Daxiang Hall that appeared in his sight with horror.

The next moment, a golden light shot out from there.

He ran towards Emperor Hongxing without hesitation...

"His Majesty!"

He shouted.

Then a golden figure appeared beside him and stretched out his foot forward. Sun Zhixie, who was caught off guard, fell forward.

"Your Majesty, save me!"

He stretched out his hand to Emperor Hongxing and shouted with his bloody mouth.

Emperor Hongxing and several ministers around him looked at him in horror, and then squeezed together as hard as they could like chickens in a chicken coop, with two of them even hugging each other, showing their deep diplomatic affection.

"You're not dead yet?"

A voice sounded above his head.

Sun Zhixie suddenly seemed like a different person. He climbed up as quickly as possible, then knelt on the ground, turned around, and kowtowed to the golden figure...

"I, Sun Zhixie, a former Imperial Academy examiner, pay my respects to the Emperor Taizu Gao. May the Emperor Taizu Gao enjoy eternal blessings and a life as long as the heavens."

He shouted excitedly.

Then he pointed towards Emperor Hongxing.

"I report to the Emperor Taizu Gaozu that Prince Heng has surrendered to the Qing demons and colluded with them to usurp the throne. I have spoken to the Emperor Taizu Gaozu about things I dare not say. I implore the Emperor Taizu Gaozu to punish him severely."

With his mouth full of blood, he spoke with a stern and righteous look on his face.

Emperor Hongxing...

"I'm not interested in him, but I'm very interested in you."

Emperor Taizu Gao said.

The next moment, he swung his Fang Tian Hua Ji, and the bewildered rhinoceros appeared. He then mounted the rhinoceros and thrust his Fang Tian Hua Ji downwards, piercing Sun Zhixie's shoulder blade. He then lifted himself up and walked forward amidst his screams. The Hongxing Emperor and several other ministers huddled there, trembling, watching. Another minister also watched in horror from among the corpses nearby. Yang Feng carried the screaming Sun Zhixie, and under the horrified gazes of the various high-ranking officials who had survived, he rode the rhinoceros straight across the Circular Mound Square and south through the Lingxing Gate.

There were countless civilians outside the door, and this scene made them all bow down to the ground. As for the Qing army outside, they were so scared that they hid far away.

There were a few who were still unconscious and stood there watching curiously. Then a general who had obviously escaped from Jiangnan rode his horse past them in panic, whipping them with a whip.

"Kneel down, everyone kneel down!"

He was still shouting.

Then he dismounted without hesitation and knelt on the side of the road like the people.

Those Qing soldiers were sensible and quickly knelt down as well.

Yang Feng rode on the rhinoceros, and while the Qing army and the people were kneeling together, he used his Fang Tian Hua Ji to push the screaming Sun Zhixie forward.

Then turn into Yongdingmen Street.

There were even more people here. They looked at the strange scene and knelt down without hesitation. Even the Qing soldiers knelt down faster than the common people. Some of them were so scared that they collapsed on the ground. It was obvious that they were seriously hurt mentally.

"I need an executioner who knows how to execute people by lingchi. Those who are willing can come."

Yang Feng said.

The people who were kneeling to greet them looked at each other in confusion.

"Grandpa, I am the executioner of Wanping County. I am willing to obey your orders."

A burly fellow knelt forward and kowtowed.

"Then follow me. Call your family as well. After the execution, I will take you back to Nanjing and give you a life of wealth and glory."

Yang Feng said.

"Little Zongzhi."

The executioner said excitedly.

Then he quickly asked his friends to inform his family, while he followed Emperor Taizu Gao's rhinoceros with a loyal attitude.

"Grandpa, where do you want the execution to take place so I can prepare?"

He asked sensibly.

"On Zhengyang Gate."

Yang Feng said.

"I'll get ready right away."

The executioner said quickly.

"Aren't you afraid that the Qing Yao will kill you?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Qing Yao?"

The executioner looked at a Qing army officer kneeling on the side of the road with disdain.

The latter broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and he knelt down and kowtowed...

"Good luck to you, Great Ancestor! I pay my respects to you. Please do as you please. I witnessed your elegance in Nanjing and would never dare to offend you. I will escort this brother to Zhengyang Gate."

He said with a flattering smile.

Then he took a few steps backward on his knees, turned around and stood up, kicking several Qing soldiers in the crowd.

"Everyone, hurry up and send this brother to Zhengyang Gate. Third Brother, go to the Ministry of Justice and get all the things needed for Lingchi to be sent to Zhengyang Gate."

He said.

He was just lingchiing a surrendered Ming Dynasty civil servant, not lingchiing the princes and nobles of the Qing Dynasty. Let alone lingchiing one person, even if he lingchied a hundred people, the warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty would only watch the fun and hand over the knife.

(End of this chapter)