Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 67 The more you struggle, the more excited I am

I was covered in black blood...

Moreover, the stinky black dog-blooded Emperor Taizu Gao directly entered the red-warm mode.

He was careless.

Really.

He knew that Dorgon had a demon-hunting team.

The latter had gathered a host of charlatans from all over the country, from all sorts of sects, including shamans from the mountains of Northeast China, masters from the plateau, and even more from the inner-city masters. In fact, because they had taken the blame for Han Xin, no one except the Taoists considered Yang Feng a demon. Masters weren't enough; Han Xin had never heard of them. His misconception of Taoists stemmed from his misunderstanding, or perhaps he simply didn't bother to care about the differences between Daoism and Taoism; he knew that all Taoists worshipped Laozi.

He still respected Laozi's followers. After all, Huang-Lao school of thought was the popular school of thought at that time.

He also knew about Confucian scholars, after all, he had cooked for them, but other than that, he didn't know anything else. What's more, he couldn't find any of the ones he was familiar with at this time.

As for the masters, they appeared more than two hundred years later.

He respects nothing.

This eventually led to all the charlatans uniting around Dorgon.

Together with the missionaries who were also eager to expand the market, Dorgon finally gathered the power of all the gods and prepared to become a demon-slaying boy to suppress the monster.

I've reached a dead end. It's inevitable that people in this situation will end up like this.

The little mustache guy is pursuing black magic, so it is normal for Dorgon to turn to fantasy. After all, Yang Feng himself is also very fantasy.

So either you believe that you can suppress him through the same fantasy means, or you believe that he is really the reincarnation of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.

I believe the former can still coax himself into struggling.

the latter……

The latter is still struggling.

You all admit that he is a true immortal, the one who is truly destined by heaven, so who would dare to resist?

Go back and cut your own flesh and prepare to become slaves!
But the problem is that such a powerful team, with so many gods, ended up with such a bloody mess.

Dregs.

Yanshen Town.

"Put them all in!"

The red-faced Emperor Taizu Gao roared.

At this time, there was a huge manure pit in front of him, just like a village fish pond. In order to fill this manure pit, not only the local people in Yanshen, but also the people in Zibo City in the north were pushing carts to transport manure here.

Some people even poured water into it because they were worried it would be too dry.

In the end, such a huge cesspool occupied the original villa of Sun Zhixie's family in the presence of 200,000 guards and more than 100,000 people from Yanshen and Zibo areas. His family was here. The Yanshen Sun family was one of the major families in Shandong, and a glass family. They had made various types of glass for the emperor for generations.

Of course, the Sun family is a huge family, and he is just one of its branches.

Amid the roar of Emperor Taizu Gao, the red-robed civil servant was dragged over first by the imperial guards.

This is Zhang Duan.

He currently leads a demon-hunting team as the military governor of the Hongxing Dynasty.

They devised a truly ingenious method of exorcising the demon. Taking advantage of Yang Feng's ability to fly, they constructed a large number of catapults that hurled jars filled with black dog blood but with pig bladders inside. The bladders were then filled with grenades, with fuses controlling the timing of their detonations. As soon as Yang Feng appeared, they would immediately hurl these jars at him, using the grenades' explosions to scatter the black dog blood, breaking his spell. This was followed by a barrage of musketeers armed with turtledove muskets. Just in case, a suicide squad even doused themselves in black dog blood. If the dose wasn't enough, they would rush over and embrace Yang Feng after he landed...

Black dogs everywhere suffered from sudden disasters.

As for the talismans on the catapults, the masters chanting scriptures and the missionaries sprinkling holy water, this only further enchants the black dog blood.

After all, Dorgon also knew that without taking practical measures, such empty talk would not be reliable.

The design is already very sophisticated.

I just didn't consider the consequences of black dog blood being ineffective.

At the same time, a strong man wearing the captured Qing army armor walked up to Yang Feng and knelt down.

"Reporting to the Emperor Taizu Gao, should they be inserted backwards or forwards?"

he asks.

This is Xie Qian.

It was he who wiped out Sun Zhixie's family.

He led the rebel army that started from Gaoyuan, which had previously been very large in this area. He once captured Zibo and held it for more than two months. Finally, under the siege of the Qing army, he had to abandon the city and break into the mountains. This time, he led his subordinates and the rebel army to follow Taizu after learning that Emperor Taizu had arrived.

In fact, Shandong is now full of volunteer forces.

Southern Shandong, central Shandong, western Shandong and even the Jiaodong Peninsula all rose up in resistance, most of which were due to the shaving order.

"If you insert it backwards, you'll die instantly. You have to insert it right way."

Yang Feng said.

"The minister obeys the order!"

Xie Qian said quickly.

Then he walked up to Zhang Duan. The injured latter looked at him weakly. Xie Qian smiled and took out a thing similar to the one used to poke holes in barbecue.

The only difference is that this needle is thinner and sharper, and it is obviously made from the larger needle on the awl.

"Master Zhang, seeing your current state, it's not easy for you to go to see your ancestors. So today I will do you a favor and clear your skin so that you can grow hair sooner."

He held the thing and said with a smile under Zhang Duan's horrified gaze.

After saying that, he suddenly rushed towards Zhang Duan.

The latter screamed immediately.

Xie Qian, the incarnation of Rong Mama, kept pricking at a very fast speed, just like when he pierced holes for Sun Zhixie's hair transplant in history. The needles were not long, so they would not cause serious damage.

but……

Very cruel!

I was once a famous official and Grand Secretary of the Qing Dynasty, but I was stabbed by Xie Qian, the incarnation of Rong Mama. I kept screaming and struggling with my bound body.

"Send him in!"

After stabbing for dozens of times, Xie Qian said.

The guards immediately lifted Zhang Duan. Not only were his hands and feet bound, but he also had stones tied to his feet. Four burly guards lifted him horizontally and walked him onto a nearby wooden rack. This rack extended into the pit. Although it didn't extend much due to technical limitations, it was still enough. The guards who reached the end of the rack shouted and pushed at the same time.

Zhang Duan screamed in terror and flew out.

The weight of the stone beneath his feet caused him to drop diagonally instead of level flight. The next moment, his feet landed headfirst in the pit, their impact blasting water. He instinctively straightened his back, then pushed his feet downward, instantly standing up. The pit was just deep enough to reach his mouth. He struggled in terror, ripples forming around him. He tried to reach shore, but the more he struggled, the larger the ripples grew, turning into waves that inevitably surged toward his mouth.

"Next person!"

Xie Qian shouted.

Then the missionary was dragged over.

He looked at Yang Feng in horror and knelt down without hesitation.

"Which country are you from?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Your Majesty, I am a Frenchman."

The latter quickly replied. "I know. King Louis XIV of France colluded with the Qing demons and sent people to invade the Ming Dynasty. We'll come back to punish them. Throw him in now!"

Yang Feng said.

The missionary was dumbfounded.

Louis XIV is still a child!

Of course, this was no longer important. Before he could explain, Xie Qian's needle had already pierced his body. He screamed in fear, but he could not escape his fate. Then, he was stunned by the needle and was lifted up by the guards onto the platform and thrown directly into the cesspool.

There were hundreds of people queuing up below the stage waiting to get in.

Five days later, Qingzhou.

"Huang Chao, this is the reincarnation of Huang Chao, this is the reincarnation of Huang Chao, this is the devil of chaos..."

I, the Deputy Chief Censor of the Ming Dynasty, and I, Fang Kezhuang, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice of the Qing Dynasty, muttered to myself with trembling lips.

At this moment, the open fields outside the city were densely packed with the attacking civilians. Because Yang Feng hadn't equipped the imperial guards with armor, the 200,000 soldiers had actually reached 240,000, after all, young men from Xieqian, Laiwu, and Zibo had also joined. Besides the captured Qing army armor and some defected militia armor, the rest of the troops were basically civilian clothes, many of which were confiscated from the gentry's homes. Some who didn't have time to make clothes simply cut up pieces of cloth and wore them as a cover.

Then just tie your waist.

Like the Romans.

Moreover, the weapons were in disarray, and the more than 200,000 captured were not enough, so a large number of agricultural tools were also used.

This painting style is indeed similar to Huang Chao's.

It is inaccurate to say that he was like Li Zicheng. Thanks to the fact that the steel production of the Ming Dynasty far exceeded that of the Tang Dynasty, Li Zicheng's subordinates basically did not use farm tools.

However, Yang Feng's current painting style is indeed a bit like Huang Chao's.

It can almost be said that he was wiping out the gentry class. Whether they surrendered or not, they were all doomed. Besides, most of the places he went to were not handled by themselves, but by the local people themselves in advance. These people would not consider those details. It was very common for the entire family of the gentry to be killed. It was really like Huang Chao.

Of course, Yang Feng did it on purpose.

He wanted to completely purge the northern gentry, and then create an area without gentry, and then use the military and civilians in this area to look after the south that had not been cleaned up. As for the north-south gap caused by this, this was not a problem at all, because after the northern gentry was cleaned up, a new education system would be established, and in the future, nobility would be granted based on military merit rather than imperial examinations.

Fang Kezhuang turned around immediately.

"Sir, the safety of Shandong depends on you."

He bowed solemnly and said.

Next to him is Shen Zhixiang.

He was also the only one left of the Eight Banners Han army of the Qing Dynasty besides Wu Sangui. As for Kong Youde, Geng Zhongming, and Shang Kexi, they were all dead. Kong Youde and Geng Zhongming followed Duoduo south, while Duoduo's troops fled back to Tunqi, including Zhang Cunren who followed him. As for where Kong Youde and the other two died, Yang Feng still couldn't find out. The most likely reason was that they died while he was throwing stones. Shang Kexi was found. He followed Ajige and was beaten to death by a group of young men after the Qing army collapsed at the Shimen battlefield.

They were originally piled up and burned, but by chance a servant among Jin Shenghuan's old subordinates recognized him.

Shen Zhixiang didn't go south.

He returned to the capital after pursuing Li Zicheng in the north.

Then he was thrown into Qingzhou by Dorgon, commanding a group of Eight Banners Army and part of Han and Mongolian troops to suppress the rebel army here.

Now the Eight Banners Manchus are extremely valuable to Dorgon. Most of them are in the capital, and outside are the Eight Banners Han Army and Mongolia with a large number of Da troops. Even a large part of the Eight Banners Han Army are newly recruited. In fact, my Qing Dynasty has no ability to control the local areas and can only rely on these people, but the key still depends on Yang Feng not giving these people room to surrender.

They have no choice.

That is why they remain loyal to our Qing Dynasty.

After all, they are all on the same boat. Dorgon still has at least tens of thousands of Eight Banners Manchus, and can also bring in Mongols and Solon from outside the Great Wall.

Our Qing Dynasty can still provide the strongest military force at critical moments.

"Everyone, rest assured. Prince Li's army is in Jinan. As long as we hold on for a few days, we will definitely encircle these unruly people. The city is safe today!"

Shen Zhixiang drew his knife and roared bravely.

"The city is here and the people are there!"

"The city is here and the people are there!"

……

The Eight Banners Han Army, Da Army, and Mongolian troops on the city wall all roared bravely.

"You are very brave!"

A voice suddenly sounded above their heads.

Shen Zhixiang and others looked up in astonishment, looking at the golden figure in the sky.

The next moment, the golden figure swung his Fang Tian Hua Ji, and a massive object appeared out of thin air, slamming down on the city wall. The Eight Banners Da Army soldiers, who had been staring at the sky, vanished beneath it like insects underfoot. It was a massive, nearly square boulder, roughly the same width as the city wall. Because the ten-thousand-ton boulder had shattered, Yang Feng had to make do with a random piece. Although the ten-thousand-ton piece was gone, a hundred-ton piece was still enough.

This is just right. If a 10,000-ton boulder falls, the collateral damage will be too great. After all, there are still a large number of civilians in Qingzhou City.

This place is different from the previous cities. There are tens of thousands of Qing troops here. The people in the city have no way to rebel. Instead, they are confined in the city and used as shields.

But that's OK.

The hundred-ton boulder not only flattened the Eight Banners Army but also knocked down the city walls, but due to its light weight, it caused no collateral casualties.

Shen Zhixiang and others looked at him tremblingly.

Yang Feng pointed with the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand, and the boulder instantly flew back to the Fang Tian Hua Ji.

"I like your bravery."

He said with a smile.

Then the boulder came roaring down.

Next to the Qing troops who had just been flattened, the Eight Banners soldiers who had fallen down due to the violent shock were also flattened before they could get up.

"Come on, fight back bravely. The more you struggle, the happier I am."

Yang Feng said.

Then the boulder flew back again.

Then it fell again.

At this moment, the guards who were running wildly outside the city had begun to climb towards the city wall from the first place where the wall fell, along the slope formed by the collapse.

Shen Zhixiang's legs went weak and he knelt down.

"Emperor Gaozu, my father died fighting for the Ming Dynasty. I was framed by treacherous officials and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty out of desperation."

He cried out.

"I know."

Yang Feng said.

He did not lie. After all, his father Shen Shikui did die fighting for the Ming Dynasty.

Shen Zhixiang looked at him in surprise.

"Then I have to clean up the mess for your father."

Yang Feng said.

The next moment, a huge rock fell with a roar, and Shen Zhixiang disappeared under the rock. Fang Kezhuang, who was already fleeing, screamed and fell with the collapsed part of the city wall. Then a large number of guards rushed up, and some of them swung their knives to kill him.

"If we keep him here, we'll just build another cesspool. These people claim to be clean, but I'll make sure they all die in this cesspool."

Yang Feng shouted as if he was possessed by Zhu Wen.

(End of this chapter)