Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 849 The Rain Comes (Two in One)

Most of the people around Taiyuan are already used to Marshal He's vigorous and resolute style of conduct.

But the practice of bombarding the Dragon King Temple if it doesn't rain is really too appalling.

Many people knelt on the ground and begged, hoping that God would open his eyes and let the Dragon King make it rain quickly. They apologized for the rash words of Marshal He.

Of course, there are more common people who think that Marshal He's words make sense.

Since the Dragon Lord does not agree to our request for rain, why do we still worship him and believe in him?
Smashed.

It's all fucking fucked up.

When the sun goes down, let's watch the commander-in-chief bombard God!
The people who have been hungry, naturally know who made them full.

Since it is said that every day should not be done, and that the land is not working, then what the hell?
The old abbot's face was covered with sweat. Now even the statue of the Dragon King has been knocked down. What should we do in the future?

"Abbot, let's go to Wutai Mountain to place an order." The trembling host said:

"I beg Commander He to open the way, otherwise we will not be safe here, and we will be easily beaten to death by angry people."

Why do you still worship gods and Buddhas that don't work?

Especially these people are not easy to fool, what is what Marshal He said.

The end can be imagined, if relying on the past, there are monks and soldiers guarding the courtyard, who would dare to make mistakes?

However, most of these monks and soldiers were absorbed by Marshal He into the regular soldiers of the Hammer Bandits, and they had their own fertile land and lived a good life.

Who will serve as their guards?

The old abbot let out a long sigh, Marshal He doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas.

They are extremely disgusted with the behavior of these monks who annexed the fields. It is not uncommon for some monks to bully men and women, and they were even caught and tried in public.

It is useless to send these monks to the Western Paradise to find the Buddha to confess, not to confess in front of him.

The key is what relic you want to use to stimulate and curse him. The relic he burnt makes you feel that it is a treasure of Buddhism.

How can you fight him?
For all these things, the old abbot just wanted to yell out, begging Marshal He to accept this supernatural power!

Marshal He rode away with his men, leaving the soldiers behind to maintain order.

After returning to the government office in Taiyuan City, He Jinzhao continued to handle government affairs.

Who would believe that the Dragon Lord is in charge of the rain?
When you people couldn't eat enough, when you prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, did any gods and Buddhas respond to you?
He Jinzhao originally, these people have experienced tragic things, and they will find that it is useless to believe in any bullshit gods and Buddhas.

After Naihe had a little full meal, he felt that he should believe something.

Believe in others to be deceived, and believe in gods and Buddhas will also be deceived.

Everyone is Mrs. Xianglin, but no one can get out of Mrs. Xianglin's predicament.

"My lord, are we really going to bombard the Dragon King Temple?"

"If it doesn't rain, it will be bombed. I originally reserved a place for the old monks, but now I can't."

He Jinzhao took off his short armor, untied his clothes, and began to wipe the hot sweat off his body.

"My lord, have you ever thought that even if it is bombarded, it won't rain, and those rural people will still spread rumors."

Yang Wenyue said something carefully.

After all, everyone knows that praying for rain is unreliable.

Sincerity is not a standard that can be measured by "quantification".

"Even if you and I sincerely kowtow and offer incense outside the temple, after it finally rains, the people in the countryside will not thank you and me for our sincerity, but thank the Dragon Lord.

Why don't they overthrow the Dragon Lord in their hearts first, so that there will be no White Lotus Sect and others in the future, and they will cause trouble if they coax together.

The people of Shanxi have to thank me if they want to thank them. Why are you thanking the dragon king who is a fucking clay sculpture! "

He Jinzhao's words made several staff officers nod, it was true.

No matter what policy is issued, there will always be some foolish men and women in the countryside who believe in their own theory and agree with it, but feel that what you say is wrong.

"Marshal, this move is really domineering."

Liu Zongmin chuckled, he didn't believe in any goddamn gods.

If there are gods in the world, why don't people live a good life in peace?
When those people were suffering, how could there be no gods to save you!
It's not that the commander-in-chief led his brothers to save the common people from fire and water, and the landlords divided the fields to fight against powerful enemies, so that our brothers can live a good life.

What the Dragon Lord is bullshit.

The fact that Marshal He wanted to bombard the Dragon Lord because it didn't rain spread like the wind to everywhere around Taiyuan.

On the eve of sunset, more and more people watched the excitement.

He Jinchao ordered people to aim five cannons at the Dragon King Temple, and all the people around were dispersed.

The monks who were preparing to place the order earlier had already packed up everything, and now they had a sad look on their faces.

Hammer bandits are unreasonable!

Buddha again, can you accept this villain?

"Report to the commander, the target has been calibrated and can be fired." The mighty general Zhou Da on the side fired the cannon himself.

As soon as He Jinzhao waved his hand, Zhou Da yelled, "Second Captain, fire!"

Bang.

A cannon shot hit the roof of the temple.

Immediately afterwards, four shells spewed out one after another.

The sound of the cannons spread so far that people mistakenly thought it was thunder.

ulala.

Houses collapsed, covering the broken statue of the Dragon King.

The people around listened to the sound of the cannons and stood on their feet watching the collapse of the Dragon King Temple. They couldn't help talking, the commander really fired the cannons!

Of course, there is no shortage of people who applaud.

"Adjust the angle and shoot Jade Emperor again."

Following He Jinzhao's order, some soldiers began to operate the cannon again, piercing the special salt powder shell into the barrel, ready to fire.

Regardless of whether the artillery can hit so many heights, it is always a comfort to my heart.

Bang bang bang.

There was a burst of gunfire.

The people around Taiyuan watched the shells fly into the sky and dissipate.

No matter how they bombard God, they have never encountered it.

Liu Erhu's face was full of excitement, what the hell is he being bombarded by our commander in chief.

He Jinzhao took out his binoculars to look for those powdered salt shells, then shook his head, it was useless.

The range of the artillery is here, and the range of the anti-aircraft gun cannot be adjusted at all.

"After three rounds, I will pull it back, and tomorrow I will play another five rounds. I will not stop shooting until it rains."

"Yes." Zhou Da responded loudly.

After He Jinzhao gave an order, he turned around and mounted his horse to go back to Taiyuan.

The common people looked at the marshal on the horse, walking slowly on the way back to the city.

Many people also returned with him.

It's time to go back to eat, and it's best to eat a whole piece of meat.

After all, not everyone can endure the seven-day fast.

After finally being able to eat enough, I have to pray for rain and starve my body to death, what do I do?
At worst, let's work harder and get more barrels to irrigate.

As long as the Ming court is still there, God will never think of letting us live a good life. When will Marshal He occupy the whole world?

Of course, the lack of rain in Shanxi must be blamed on the stupid king.

Who is the faint king?

That can only be the one sitting in the Imperial Palace of the capital!

Dare to bombard the gods even if it doesn't rain on the Dragon Lord, our Commander-in-Chief He is wise.

As the sky darkened, the drums of Taiyuan City sounded, and pedestrians hurried on the streets.

He Jinzhao gently tugged at the reins, controlled the speed of the horse, and listened to the intermittent firing of cannons, thinking about something.

According to the latest news, Chen Qiyu has won several victories against the rebels in Xunyang and other places. Did Brother Gao and the others go to Fengyang Mansion?

Earlier, some rebels were going back to Shaanxi, but were blocked back to Sichuan by Hong Chengchou.

Sichuan is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is difficult for them to enter. It is better to continue wandering in Huguang. If it is impossible to move further south, it is also very good.

Just thinking wildly like this, He Jinzhao dismounted from his horse, holding the whip in his hand, and prepared to walk in.

The torches around the government office have been lit for lighting.

Rumble.

He Jinzhao stopped in his tracks, frowned and said, "Isn't this cannon finished?"

Zhang Fuzhen looked back, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Although he couldn't see clearly what black clouds were billowing, but the crack of lightning made his eyes widen unconsciously.

"My lord, it's going to rain!"

Ji Gui suddenly yelled and was the first to answer.

Yang Wenyue was still riding on the horse and never got off.

At this moment, he was riding on the horse's slab, listening to the rumbling thunder from far and near, he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

After all, it rained heavily last year, and the Shaanxi army was suddenly flooded. He used to think that He Jinzhao was lucky.

The hammer bandits are upstream, the officers and soldiers are downstream, and the water flows to the lower places. Naturally, it is reasonable to flood the officers and soldiers.

But today, after my lord bombarded the Dragon King Temple, he shot at the sky again.

After returning from the scene, before entering the door, the heavy rain looked like it was coming, which was really appalling.

One time is luck, so is it luck twice?

"Congratulations to the lord, congratulations to the lord, even the Dragon King and the old Jade Emperor are afraid of the lord's cannon."

Zhang Fuzhen was the first to react and sang praises one after another.

In his opinion, if this matter works well, it proves that his lord is the true destiny in the legend!
Click.

A flash of lightning flashed.

Then came the rumbling thunder.

The crackling raindrops began to fall.

"Marshal, long live!" Liu Zongmin clenched his fists and shouted first.

"Long live, handsome."

The guards of the Taiyuan government office echoed loudly.

Immediately afterwards, the officials at the doors and windows of the government office stretched out their hands to catch the rainwater, with expressions of surprise and joy on their faces.

"It's really raining."

"Long live, handsome!"

Lightning is dazzling in the darkness, and thunder strikes from far and near.

The people in the city all showed horror.

"It's raining, it's raining!"

When the crackling rain fell on the bluestone slabs of the street, someone moved out of the water tank to catch the rain that Marshal He threatened the Dragon King with artillery.

The city of Taiyuan was first occupied by government offices, and then penetrated everywhere, roaring long live.

The people walking home with torches raised their heads and clicked a bolt of lightning in the distance, which startled him.

People who haven't experienced rain for a long time were a little stunned for a while.

Rumble.

"It's thundering!"

"It's going to rain?"

The crackling rain directly extinguished the torch in his hand.

"It's really raining!"

Immediately afterwards, bursts of cheers erupted from the crowd, and Marshal He fired several shots, smashing the statue of the Dragon Lord, and it immediately rained on us in fright.

In the dilapidated Dragon King Temple on the bank of Fenshui, except for the main hall being bombed down, there is no hindrance to where the monks sleep.

The abbot and the abbot and others sighed, when will this day be the end?
Then bursts of cheers erupted outside.

Kacha, a bolt of lightning flashed past.

The words came out of the host's mouth: "Why didn't a bolt of lightning strike him to death!"

The old abbot and others were all stunned.

"It's raining."

"It's raining, Amitabha."

The host covered his mouth, opened the door, and looked out.

The heavy rain poured down like no money.

"Could it be that Marshal He is the real god?"

"Damn it, hahaha."

Zhou Da couldn't help laughing out loud, it turned out that the Dragon King was also afraid of the majesty of his own commander.

He dared to bombard him with a cannon without it raining, and now it's raining obediently.

"Stop fucking laughing, quickly fold up the gunpowder, so it doesn't get rusty."

Zhou Da couldn't help giving the second captain a kick and told him to go quickly.

All the hammer bandit artillerymen had expressions of surprise on their faces, which was really unbelievable.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, He Jinzhao watched the heavy rain pouring down the eaves, and couldn't help shaking his head: "It's so fucking weird!"

All the counselors had bright eyes.

"Marshal, are you counting your fingers like Zhuge Liang, thinking that there will be heavy rain in seven days, so you will bombard today?"

Military strategist Ji Gui was the first to ask the question, but he remembered that the lord wanted to find someone to predict the weather forecast in the past.

"Just luck."

"My lord's luck is too good." Zhang Fuzhen sighed again and again.

"If I'm unlucky, I'll be fucking dead."

He Jinzhao shrugged his shoulders and said, "It won't rain today, but if we continue to bombard tomorrow, maybe one day we will be able to.

Isn't this much better than having the right to speak in the mouths of a group of monks? "

Yang Wenyue nodded again and again, there was nothing wrong with what my lord said.

How can the majestic princes of one side put the initiative in the hands of a group of monks with evil intentions?
Even if they succeed in praying for rain, they will take the credit for themselves and trick more believers into offering money to them.

Now the owner of the house does not outsource, but directly holds it in his hands.

It's raining heavily in Shanxi, who doesn't know that it's because of Marshal He?
Inside the carriage gorge.

The sun went down quickly, and the rebel army didn't light fires at all. Once there were signs of fire, some people threw stones down.

Gao Yingxiang and the other leaders also looked downcast. It can be said that the people who sent the messenger had no chance to escape, so they were caught by the officers and tied up in the opening for exhibition, so that they could see what happened.

Chen Qiyu didn't dare to send people into the canyon easily, so he wanted to besiege one or two first.

"King Chuang, it's difficult for our soldiers to divert water. If this continues, I'm afraid we'll starve to death here."

Gao Yingxiang's lips were very chapped, and he said with difficulty:

"It's going to rain, God help Brother He, there's no reason not to help us."

A few people are silent, how many days of drought they have experienced in the land of Shanshan and Shaanxi, has it ever rained in the sky?

Last year, God helped the hammer bandit He Jinzhao to rain heavily, flooding the officers and soldiers.

We are all insurgents, why favor one over another?

"King Chuang, it seems to be raining." Li Zicheng felt water drops falling on his head.

"You're thirsty and confused, maybe it's the urine of the dog officer on the mountain." Luo Ru just said something to him.

Immediately afterwards, crackling raindrops fell into the carriage gorge.

It rained cats and dogs.

The insurgents trapped in the canyon were in a state of chaos, scrambling to get water for drinking.

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