Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 503 God, You Can't Be a God! (first update)
When the two sides had a dispute, the surrounding people had already run away.

Fighting like this kind of nobleman is especially easy to hurt innocent people.

Even if you want to eat melons, you can only watch from a distance.

An Xiangbo's guards and domestic slaves just watched their master fall to the ground dryly.

As for the horses coming, they didn't have the guts to stand in front of An Xiangbo.

Because they don't believe that there are officers and soldiers, they would have the guts to insult their uncle!

After the incident happened and they crossed the river, several guards stepped forward, trying to help their master.

But when He Jinzhao pointed at him with a pumpkin hammer, he immediately stood there and did not dare to move.

This smelly mound looks like he really wants to kill them.

Our brothers are not afraid of this stinking mound, but mainly because we are afraid that if we move a little, that ignorant stinking mound will hit his master on the head with a hammer.

The brothers did not dare to act rashly because of the safety of their master.

Uncle An Xiang, Zhang Guangcan couldn't help urinating, and was humiliated by He Jinzhao's words again.

He sat on the ground angrily and shouted:

"Come here, cut him off for me, and let him know that I, An Xiangbo, have left the capital, and I'm not something to be messed with by his mother!"

As soon as Zhang Guangcan finished speaking, Gao Yingxiang picked up his long spear and led two squadrons of cavalry forward, killing the gang behind Zhang Guangcan to pieces.

For a while, blood gushed out on the road, and corpses littered the field.

Under the pursuit of the cavalry, no one could escape.

Uncle An Xiang, Zhang Guangcan was dumbfounded, and swallowed all the harsh words he wanted to say.

He never expected that this wave of officers and soldiers would kill people at the slightest disagreement!
Don't follow the rules of their Beijing men at all!
In the capital, there are royal relatives everywhere.

No matter which step you have reached, you have to think about it beforehand, and weigh it, whether you have the strength to wrestle with others.

Don't they think about the consequences of doing such evil things?

He Jinzhao held the pumpkin hammer, pulled the rein and leaned over, "Did you just say you were Uncle An Xiang?"

There were bursts of screams in front of him, Zhang Guangcan had never seen such a horrific scene before, but he heard the general immediately ask again.

Zhang Guangcan turned his neck back stiffly, looked at He Jinzhao, shivered all over his body, and peed again.

Although He Jinzhao's voice was not very loud, it was still frightening to Zhang Guangcan's ears.

Draw a knife and kill if you don't agree with each other!
Does the Ming Dynasty still have royal laws?

Aristocrats like them have always been the privileged class who took the lead in violating the Ming Law and trampling on it.

Today Zhang Guangcan can still think of Wang Fa, after all, he also fell into a disadvantage.

Otherwise, common people in daily life will definitely not say whether there is a king's law, but will only say that Lao Tzu is the law, and then bully you to death!

His ancestor followed Yongle Emperor Jing Nan to success, and it has been passed down to the tenth generation.

The family has been rich for generations, so he had no chance to inherit the title.

However, his good elder brother, whom everyone praises, died of the disease, so that he would take advantage of him.

"Don't, brother, don't kill me."

Uncle An Xiang, Zhang Guangcan sat on the ground and begged for mercy, his face already crying.

"Are you familiar with the capital city?"

Hearing He Jinzhao's question, Zhang Guangcan nodded hastily.

"It's good to be familiar with it, otherwise, if you are useless, I will send you to heaven with a hammer."

Hearing He Jinzhao's words, Zhang Guangcan finally couldn't help crying loudly.

He grew up so big, how had he ever been wronged like this!

When He Jinzhao raised his head and looked forward, he found that Gao Yingxiang had killed everyone.

There is no thought of shying away from people.

"Is there any garden near the capital?"

"Yes, yes!"

Zhang Guangcan hastily agreed. Fortunately, when his ancestor Jing Nan succeeded, he kept a field outside Beijing and did not change it to Nanjing.

"Brother-in-law, take him to draw a general map of Beijing City."

"Yes." Gao Yigong replied.

He Jinzhao is not familiar with the city of Beijing, where are the doors.

I've been there twice and wandered around in front of Tiananmen Square. As for where to go, I don't know at all.

It wasn't until people drove past on horseback that some people finally stepped forward to watch. Some people even started to dare to touch the corpse to see if there was any money.

He died, and the guards from Wanping County arrived late, and they dared not stop He Jinzhao.

It is common for wealthy families to kill people, but there has never been such a rampant killing in the street.

The key is to finish the killing. This group of officers and soldiers cut off all the heads of the deceased.
In this case, the magistrate of Wanping County was notified immediately.

The county magistrate was furious, An Xiangbo's farm is in Wanping County, as for the murderers, where did they come from?
No matter what, he has to take care of this kind of thing!

A military general is so domineering, he really doesn't take him seriously.

The magistrate sent the yamen servant to bring the leading general, otherwise he would have to write a memorial to His Majesty.

But at this time He Jinchao and the others had already arrived at Anxiang Bo Zhang Guangcan, resting in the Zhuangzi outside Beijing.

This place is called Yuegezhuang, and He Jinzhao carefully deduced that it should be in Fengtai District.

It is only thirteen miles away from Beijing City, which is really very close.

However, the surrounding villas and manors of the royal relatives, nobles and eunuchs outside the city were looted and burned by the Golden Tatars two years ago, and An Xiangbo's mansion was slightly repaired.

After He Jinzhao settled down the soldiers, he immediately returned to the room, where several backbones and Gao Yingxiang were waiting.

"Brother He, you have the most idea, tell me how to make a big fuss when we enter the city of Beijing?"

After Gao Yingxiang finished speaking, Gao Yigong, Yang Maochun and others also looked at He Jinzhao eagerly, waiting for him to speak.

How can everyone not be excited when they learn that they are going to make a fuss in the capital of Daming?
Who are they?

Horse dealers, postmen, jailers, tenants who planted land, those who were owed wages, and even the Ming border soldiers who came thousands of miles away to give food to the king of Qin, and those who committed crimes and were imprisoned in prisons. .

In short, they are all poor people.

In a society that relies almost entirely on agriculture for its livelihood, the land that originally belonged to hundreds of millions of people has been concentrated in the hands of a very small number of people at an accelerated rate.

After the land was annexed, there was no job to do, no business to do business, and the most direct consequence was that more and more people who kept their own law and order were displaced and forced to die by the court.

Social wealth is monopolized by a very small number of officials, dignitaries, royal relatives and big capitalists. The consequence is that social contradictions intensify, and the two classes are seriously antagonized and enmity.

He Jinzhao and these people are scattered, and they are all people who can easily crush your existence to death with the master's move, and they don't even take a look at it.

A group of lowly people are also worthy of hanging around in front of the gentlemen, and it is easy to dirty the eyes of the gentlemen.

They gathered here today, intending to set foot on Tianjie, it is best to hang a few gentlemen's heads on the gate!

In the capital of the Ming regime, he was turned upside down.

He Jinzhao and others have all heard a folk song:
"God, you're old.

The ears are deaf and the eyes are blurry.

You can neither see people nor hear words.

The law-abiding man starved to death.

Those who kill and set fire enjoy glory.

God, you can't be a god!
Then you will collapse! "

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