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Chapter 130 Trespasser, die!
"Okay! Building a workshop and making firecrackers is a good thing that benefits the court and His Majesty. I am obliged to do so."

Xu Guangqi nodded and agreed.

"That's great. If Mr. Xu has suitable craftsmen, you can also invite them to the strong land. The more the better. Of course, if you are a scholar or a gentry, then forget it. Our strong land is small and the conditions are poor. I'm afraid I'll treat them slowly." Zhao Cheng said.

Xu Guangqi gave Zhao Cheng a strange look.

Judging from Mr. Zhao's meaning, it seems that he is very unfriendly to the gentry?
Then, Xu Guangqi nodded secretly.

This is a good thing!
If he doesn't win over the gentry, it means that this person is loyal to the court and has no resentment.

Zhao Cheng's subordinates can train such obedient sergeants and make such excellent firecrackers, so Xu Guangqi will inevitably think too much.

In this chaotic world, it's easy to get too big!
But Zhao Cheng is not interested in gentry...

This is an attitude.

Since ancient times, there has been no one who wants to fight for the world and has ideas about the world without relying on the gentry.

Next, Xu Guangqi turned into a curious baby and kept hearing Zhao Cheng's various questions.

What's going on with this concrete pavement...

Why can this glass window be so spacious and bright, it is too extravagant...

After entering the strong ground, everyone really looks like they have nothing to worry about. Everyone has a smile on their face and a light in their eyes...

Xu Guangqi was shocked.

In this troubled world, Qiangdi is undoubtedly a paradise!

"Is this... a real Tartar?"

Under Zhao Cheng's deliberate arrangement, Xu Guangqi "accidentally" saw the heads of more than 100 real Tartars.

Over the years, the imperial court has been harassed by the Jurchens, constantly losing cities and lands, and losing manpower.

The power of the Jurchens is getting stronger and stronger.

Now there is gradually a trend in the imperial court, which is to talk about Jurchen's discoloration.

Of course Xu Guangqi knows what it means to have more than 100 real Tartar heads.

"Amazing feat! A miraculous feat! Sir, with a small family of hundreds of people, he was able to defeat a bully Tartar in Zhenglan Banner. This is a miraculous feat!

If there are a few people like Mr. in our Ming Dynasty, why worry that the Tartars will not be destroyed, why worry that the world will be in peace? "

Xu Guangqi was so excited that his beard trembled when he heard the sergeants proudly narrate the battle process.

"Mister is a great talent! This old man must personally recommend it to His Majesty. With Mr.'s talent, at least he should go straight to the garrison. In the future, he will be the commander-in-chief and the governor of one side. It's just a matter of time.

Sure enough, the fate of my Ming Dynasty is not bad. Gods and men descended from the sky to help the imperial court rejuvenate, come to help my Ming Dynasty rejuvenate! "

At this moment, Xu Guangqi really felt that Zhao Cheng was a talent of ZTE.

All the soldiers looked at Zhao Cheng adoringly, as if looking at a god.

They all know the identity of this old man, he is the elder of the court!

Even the elders of the current court praised your lord so much!
The sound of hoofs.

A group of people came galloping.

On the khaki earth, dust is transpiring.

Yang Cang's mood is very bad, it's really terrible.

The credit for getting it is gone.

Forget it, he almost took the blame and was publicly reprimanded by the governor and the surveillance officer.

And all of this was caused by Zhao Cheng.

Yang Cang now has the intention of killing Zhao Cheng.

From a distance, I saw many tall buildings in Qiangdi, and there was even something reflecting the light... Is it a small river?
Yang Cang was not in the mood to think about anything.

"Get out of the way!"

In front, there is a checkpoint, and several piers are blocking the way and asking for something.

Even the little piers can wear brand new cotton armor?

This Zhao Baihu is so rich!

This thought flashed in Yang Cang's mind.

This is also good, just take the opportunity to blackmail.

Yang Cang's horse didn't slow down, but yelled loudly, and pulled out his whip, ready to whip anyone who dared to block the way.

"dismount!"

In front, the piers were in a hurry, and two people pushed the horses and blocked them in the way.

More people raised their guns and stood in a row behind Juma.

There was another person with a whistle in his mouth, beeping beeping, while running to a watchtower next to him, waving a flag, it should be an announcement.

"Are you looking for death? How dare you point the firecracker at me!"

Yang Cang was furious.

After running closer, I realized that the refusal horse seemed to be made of iron.

Not to mention that he couldn't make it through, the horses under his seat didn't dare to charge forward when they saw the sharp spear-like blades, and stood on the spot and circled.

All the servants shouted loudly.

Yang Cang got off his horse, grabbed the whip, and walked forward angrily.

He wants to give these piers some color.

All the servants behind him also got off their horses and followed.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a gunshot and a cloud of gunpowder smoke rose.

It was the small flag officer headed by the checkpoint who fired a shot into the sky.

"Everyone, stop for me! If you go any further, I won't be polite!"

The little flag officer's face was icy cold.

All the sergeants under his command raised their guns, and the dark muzzles of their guns were aimed at Yang Cang and the others.

Yang Cang was taken aback.

Then, he became even more furious.

"Blind your dog eyes! This is the garrison! You dare to point the firecracker at the garrison, do you want to die?"

Behind Yang Cang, a strong servant stood up, drew his knife, and ran straight towards the little flag officer.

He completely ignored the gun pointed at him.

It's just a group of piers, do you really dare to shoot him?
He is the guard's servant!

"stop--

Number one, number two, shoot! "

The little flag official scolded, seeing that the famous family Ding didn't intend to stop at all, but the speed of his feet was getting faster and faster, so he immediately gave an order.

boom!boom!
Without hesitation, the two sergeants immediately pulled the trigger.

Now the distance between the two sides is only a dozen steps, almost as if they were shot in the face.

The two shot, and the famous servant Ding immediately felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. His body was thrown backwards, and he fell heavily to the ground and remained motionless.

Blood spouted from his body.

"what!"

Yang Cang was taken aback.

This damn pier actually dared to shoot?
"Don't move! Those who dare to attack the checkpoint, die!"

The little flag officer shouted loudly.

The two sergeants who fired were quick to reload, fast and skilful.

"It's reversed! It's all reversed!"

Yang Cang's face turned ashen.

In fact, at this time, as long as he gave an order, his servants rushed forward and rushed forward, and the soldiers in front couldn't stop them at all.

He brought not many people this time, only more than 20 people.

The main reason is that he never thought that Zhao Cheng would dare to resist.

Both the governor and the surveillance officer were angry, Yang Cang must take Zhao Cheng to take the blame as soon as possible.

The more than 20 people he brought were all elite servants under his command, and they all ran over without stopping, with one man and two horses.

There were only ten people on the opposite side.

They are all gunners, and it is impossible to stop more than 20 of them.

But he couldn't bear it.

In case the other party dares to shoot.

Of these 20 people, I am afraid that several of them would have to lie down on the spot.

Maybe even he was in danger.

These servants are the capital for his foothold!

Rumble!
The sound of horseshoes sounded like thunder.

Yang Cang hesitated for a while, and saw a large group of people galloping towards him in the distance.

All of them are angry horses in fresh clothes, elite and vigorous.

Yang Cang's heart suddenly sank.

A small official of a hundred households actually has many households under his command?

After these people came, they didn't say a word. First, two small flags branched out, outflanking them from the left and right wings, cutting off their retreat.

Then, more people gathered, all with black guns raised, aiming at them.

"lay down your weapon!"

"Drop your weapon immediately, or shoot and kill!"

There was a sound of scolding, which shook the sky.

These sergeants all stared fiercely.

Yang Cang's servants panicked.

Most of them are equipped with swords, and some of them are skilled in bowing horses and carry horse bows with them.

But only a few bows.

There are dozens of firecrackers on the opposite side, and they are all aimed at them at such a close distance...

How is this played?
Moreover, the power of this firecracker is so great!

They all saw it just now.

The famous servant who died was Yang Cang's confidant, he was wearing three layers of cotton armor, and he was directly pierced.

Too scary!

In fact, more than half of the courage of these servants comes from their equipment.

They are covered with thick armor, and bows and arrows can be blocked from shooting at them.At a certain distance, the guns of the firecrackers cannot penetrate their armor.

They are naturally not afraid.

Now, none of them dared to move.

"It's the opposite! It's yours! How dare you point the firecracker at me?"

Yang Cang was furious.

He is a dignified defender!
Those on the opposite side are all the broken military households that he usually doesn't treat as people!
He dared to point the gun at him, and even shot and killed one of his servants...

How can he endure this?
Yang Cang strode forward.

"I don't believe in this evil anymore! How dare you shoot me? I am your defender! Do you want to rebel?"

"Don't move!"

As soon as he approached, two sergeants beside him drew bayonet shots.

(End of this chapter)