The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 179 Criticism Assembly
Li Chengwei was lying on the ground with his butt sticking out high.

A warm current rose from his crotch.

A light yellow imprint slowly spread under the crotch.

A group of gentry who have never fought and never been exposed to war.

For the imagination of war, there are only phrases such as "while talking and laughing, the masts and sculls are wiped out in ashes".

Even Su Shi did not experience war seriously.

Most of them are just bandits and robbery.

Now the scene of tens of thousands of artillery bombardments is enough to deter any ghosts and monsters.

"This, this, what is this!!!"

Li Chengwei lay on the ground, trembling and frightened.

Where is the calmness and indifference just now.

Zhou Helu and Zhao Yunjing were similar to him, lying on the ground regardless of their appearance, for fear of being blown to death.

Those "soldiers" on the top of the city also dropped their weapons one by one, and ran down the top of the city.

The stairs behind the city wall were tightly packed, and everyone shouted to go down.

But the stairs are so big, how can these people be accommodated?

Some people who couldn't wait, didn't even care about anything, jumped off the city wall directly.

"Plop, plop!"

It's like dumpling being put into the pot, it's crackling non-stop.

There were not many casualties on the top of the city, and the defenders above collapsed.

It's just some ordinary people, and the only weapons they use are kitchen knives for home cooking.

It is a joke to expect them to be able to block the soldiers and horses outside the city.

"Kill! Anyone who encounters resistance will be killed without mercy!"

The commander drew out the waist knife from his waist and pointed at the city wall ahead.

The soldiers behind them charged forward like tigers descending from the mountain.

These reserve soldiers are all simmering in their hearts.

Although they are soldiers, there is a reserve in front of them.

I always feel that it is not a soldier, and I always feel that the taste is not right.

During normal training, those regular army soldiers would always look at them with strange eyes.

Say something like "training is so hard, you are also reserve soldiers anyway".

If you don't steam the steamed buns to fight for your breath, why should their regular army be superior to others?
Now the opportunity is in front of you, no matter what, you can't back down.

"Kill, kill and go into the city!"

"Kill his grandma!"

"Come on!!!"

These reserve soldiers, armed with weapons, rushed forward like crazy.

Shout out to the sky!
How could the city gate that was blown open be able to block the charge of these soldiers.

Filed in, rushed directly.

When encountering soldiers coming down from the top of the city, they shouted to surrender and not to kill.

Those who kneeled and surrendered were sent to other places.

Those who are still struggling and resisting will just go up with a knife.

Those who resisted were basically the bandits brought in by Zhou Helu and the others. When ordinary people saw these ferocious soldiers, they were instantly frightened and knelt on the ground, trembling.

Reserve soldiers have strict military discipline, and it is impossible to indiscriminately kill innocent people or kill captives without authorization.

Although they bear the title of reserve.

You must know that Sun Jie governed the army strictly, killing innocent people indiscriminately and killing captives without authorization are extremely serious faults.

No one will give up favorable treatment for a few people who have nothing to do with him.

Most of the soldiers in Sun Jie's army came from ordinary people.

Veterans are not used at all, ensuring the purity of the army.

Even though he is a reserve, there are not a few counselors that should be there.

The "soldiers" who came down from the top of the city either surrendered or were cut down for resisting.

Not long after, the entire city wall was taken down.

The commander led the soldiers to the top of the city.

The three men, Zhou Helu, Li Chengwei and Zhao Yunjing, were lifted and held down in front of the commander by the soldiers.

"Master, please spare me, please, please forgive me!"

Zhou Helu kowtowed non-stop, begging for mercy.

How arrogant he was before, how arrogant he is now.

Li Chengwei and Zhao Yunjing also looked like this, constantly yelling for mercy.

"Forgive me? You shouldn't tell me this, you should tell my adults.

Don't worry, I don't have the right to dispose of you yet, you belong to my family. "

The commander scolded Zhou Helu contemptuously.

Looking at the staff officer behind him, he said: "My lord, Fengxiang Mansion has been captured, Zhou Helu, Li Chengwei and Zhao Yunjing have been captured, and the city defense of Fengxiang Mansion has been taken over by our army.

The [-]th and [-]th households of the reserve return! "

The staff officer behind him hastily reported the news through the military radio station.

Sun Jie in Xi'an Fucheng soon received the news.

Sitting in the study room of his residence, Sun Jie looked at the military newspaper that Sun Chuanting had just sent over with a calm expression.

"My lord, are these people killed directly, or escorted to Xi'an Mansion for disposal?!"

Sun Chuanting, who was standing in front of Sun Jie, asked.

Sun-jae shook his head, he didn't want to do that.

He'd already had a brilliant idea, a way to make the gentry terrified.

The local people must be involved, and the people must be exposed to their crimes.

The common people must be mobilized, and the common people must be made aware of the ugly faces of these people.

It doesn't make sense to kill them directly.

Only in this way can they die well.

Fengxiang Mansion is just the beginning, and in the future, this method will be implemented all over the world.

"Order them to take over the city defense and impose a curfew. Tomorrow, I will lead the troops to supervise this matter myself!" Sun Jie gave the order.

Sun Chuanting was somewhat puzzled.

It stands to reason that Sun Jie is busy with everything, and this kind of "small matter" is just a matter of one sentence.

Either kill or bet can be done in one sentence, there is no need to do so.

Before Sun Chuanting could ask a question, Sun Jie said again: "Call the leader of the Xiqin Squad over here, if you need anything, call him!"

Sun Chuanting had more doubts in his heart, could it be possible to celebrate?

If you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out, but you still do what Sun Jie said.

Sun-jae certainly wasn't celebrating.

As the saying goes, it is a full set of dramas, while criticizing the gentry, it is also necessary to mobilize the power of public opinion.

In this era, public opinion is in the hands of scholars.

Although there are newspapers or other means, there is a problem ahead.

The common people are basically illiterate, even if they take out the newspaper, it is useless.

The "final right of interpretation" is still in the hands of these scholars.

Therefore, the propaganda methods of newspapers are far inferior to "model plays".

Different means should be used for people of different classes.

Sun Jie was facing ordinary people who could not read a single word, and a model play was the most suitable.

A model play, but a good thing.

Sun Jie thought of "White Haired Girl" and "Zhou Papi".

These things, when used well, have monstrous power.

After a while, Shi Gang, the leader of the Xiqin class, stood in front of Sun Jie.

He looks like he is in his fifties, his face is full of dimples, his waist is bent, and he has been singing and painting facial makeup all year round, and the oil paint has penetrated into the skin.

Shi Gang didn't dare to look at the young man in front of him, even though he had known him for a long time.

Back then, when Sun Jie first entered Xi'an Mansion, in order to open up the sales of icing sugar, he invited the Xiqin troupe to sing a play.

After all, it is old acquaintance.

Shi Gang never expected that one day, Sun Jie would grow to the size of a towering giant tree.

He knew that the young man in front of him had a good heart, but he still didn't dare to look directly at him.

It's just a low-level "dirty thing", how dare you disrespect adults?

Sun Jie didn't feel disgusted, he stood up from behind the desk, moved a chair himself, and put it behind Shi Gang.

"The old class leader and I are old acquaintances, don't be so cautious!"

Sun Jie took Shi Gang's arm and made him sit down.

How could Shi Gang dare to let Sun Jie do it himself? Before Sun Jie did it, he sat down cautiously and kept saying:
"My lord is a body of a thousand pieces of gold, don't defile your lord!"

Shi Gang's face was full of fear.

Those who sing opera are not only low-class, but also cheap.

From generation to generation, they can only engage in singing.

As for studying in the imperial examination, don't even think about it.

But Sun Jie didn't care, and said in a voice like Hong Zhong: "What are you talking about? In Shaanxi today, all slaves with low status are abolished, and they are all equal and free. How can there be any distinction between high and low?!"

Although these words were a bit of a complaint, in Shi Gang's ears, it was as warm as the spring breeze in March.

"To make a long story short, I will give you a playbook tomorrow. Then you can rehearse according to the playbook I gave you. There are no special requirements. Practice it as soon as possible. I will be useful when the time comes!" Sun Jie returned to the desk.

It doesn't take much effort to get these things, just go back to modern times and just download scripts like "The White-haired Girl" from the Internet, it's not difficult.

Shi Gang is the leader of the Xiqin class, so he is naturally literate.

"If you want to let the villain dance with ink or play with knives and guns, the villain can't do it, but when it comes to singing, in the whole of Shaanxi, the villain has never convinced anyone!"

Shi Gang patted his chest, and said vowedly.

This is his confidence!

"it is good!

If you can do this perfectly, then I will definitely use you again! "

Sun Jie patted the table with serious expression on his face.

Shi Gang's background is low, but it doesn't mean he is a fool.

After spending most of my life, how can I not understand that this is a great opportunity?
Once the fish jumps over the dragon's gate, it is today.

Kneeling on the ground with a plop, he swore: "Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely be able to handle this matter well!"

"Get up, I'm not in the mood to bow down here!"

Sun Jie feigned anger.

Shi Gang stood up from the ground with a grin, and said again and again that he was used to it.

After sending Shi Gang away, Sun Jie returned to modern times.

I searched a lot of scripts for model plays on the Internet and printed them out.

Just as he was about to go back, he suddenly received a call from Li Haiyang.

The phone said that the ship that Sun Jie wanted would be completed in a month or two, and it would depend on when it would pass.

This is a 65-meter-long ocean-going squid fishing boat, and the squid fishing equipment and cold storage equipment have been dismantled.

Only the power equipment, storage equipment, communication equipment and crew quarters remained.

Adding all these things together, it is not as large and complicated as squid fishing equipment and cold storage equipment.

Without these things, ships are naturally built quickly.

I don't have time to pass it now, but I will definitely pass it in the future.

He sent half of the final payment to Li Haiyang, and at the same time ordered a ship of the same specification and a steam engine-powered device.

Of course Li Haiyang wondered what Sun Jie did, but when the series of numbers appeared on the bank account, all doubts disappeared.

Who cares, if you have money, don't make a bastard.

These days, there is no big boss who can "spread money" like this, and it would be a great sin if he didn't hold on to it firmly.

Of course, the steam engine and other equipment are produced by Fan Xiaopeng's factory.

This is not a sophisticated thing, and it is not difficult to build.

Sun Jie has a lot of money now. There are "gold jewelry" and "goods and treasures" from Zhang Helang and Zhang Moqian, Shanxi merchants, and southeast gentry. Money is not a problem.

To Li Haiyang, Sun Jie was very generous and gave him a lot of autonomy, basically he would not dictate the construction of the ship.

In the future, we will cooperate for a long time.

After finishing these things, Sun Jie returned to the late Ming Dynasty.

After everything was in place, someone handed over the scripts to Shi Gang.

Before handing it over, some adaptations were carried out according to this era, which is more in line with the characteristics of this era.

Don't worry about the next thing, just let Shi Gang handle it.

……

The sun brews below the horizon.

Time passed slowly.

Sun Jie's team arrived outside Fengxiang Mansion.

In the city, it has been properly disposed of by the reserve soldiers.

The reserve soldiers welcomed Sun Jie in.

First went to the place where these gentry were imprisoned.

In the prison of Fengxiang Mansion, these people looked like mourners, and their clothes were replaced with dirty prison clothes.

One by one, like beggars, they huddled in the corner of the cell.

Sun Jie stood at the door of the cell, looking at Zhou Helu in the cell.

"You are Zhou Helu, right?!"

Sun Jie asked.

Zhou Helu raised his head and looked at Sun Jie in a daze.

He knows about Sun Jae, but he hasn't met Sun Jae.

Looking at the five big and three rough soldiers behind Sun Jie, he can also guess Sun Jie's identity.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhou Helu lost his stubbornness before, and looked at Sun Jie in a daze.

The face is full of fear.

The family members behind them all looked at Sun Jie in fear, for fear that Sun Jie would be dissatisfied and cut them off.

Are they poor?

Pitiful!
But those ordinary people who were squeezed by these gentry were even more pitiful.

Perhaps, these people have never bullied ordinary people.

However, what they enjoy is all people's fat and people's anointing.

"What do I want to do? I want to ask you, what do you want to do?
Let's live a good life, but you are still rebelling like others, do you have the ability? "

Sun Jie's voice was very cold.

"Those who don't know are fearless!"

Sun Jie shook his head and walked out.

Not long after, the streets and alleys in the city were filled with various notices.

In front of each notice, someone read it aloud.

"Zhou Helu and others are bold and reckless, usually taking pleasure in oppressing the people.

Now, the heavenly soldiers have arrived, and their dreams will be completely wiped out.

Five days later, they will be criticized in the city, and anyone with a grudge can come.

If these landlords have embezzled your land, or if they have done anything outrageous, they can come here.

Master Sun has your back! "

Before a notice, a soldier of Sun Jie's personal guard battalion recited the above content aloud.

Almost all the soldiers of Sun Jie's personal guard battalion could read and write, and it couldn't be easier to read the notice.

The common people gathered in front of the soldiers, pointing at the notice and talking about it.

In fact, the people at this time still don't believe it.

The reason is very simple, that is the aura of scholars.

(End of this chapter)