"Control all city gates, but don't go into the city rashly. If you smell a strong and spicy smell, you will immediately withdraw if you feel uncomfortable. Don't be greedy for money and search for it for the time being!"

Amid the burning flames in Chenyang City, Yang Feng stood outside the city and roared at his subordinates surging behind him.

The whole city was filled with steam. This thing was heavier than air and it was difficult to float out of the barrier of the Shenyang city wall. Xiaoqian threw nearly 400 barrels of Cangtong at the city at a barrel per second in six minutes. A large part of these dozens of tons of highly toxic liquid evaporated into the air with the high temperature. It can be said that at this time, there was a large Cangtongtong tank in Chenyang City. In some places, the concentration was high and there was a hidden danger of detonation. Before it completely dissipated, the Ming army would be unlucky if it could not be done well.

"Respect the order!"

Cao Youyi said immediately.

"Cabinets, bandits, follow me around the city to chase the Tartars, kill the men, stay with women, and arrest the prince for the time being, especially don't let Da Yu'er and Fulin go!"

Yang Feng continued.

"Respect the order!"

With a series of shouts, the Iron Cavalry of the Jinyiwei, the Ming army cavalry, and the Bandit Brigade, who were best at long-distance raids, immediately followed the emperor around the city from the south of Chenyang City and chased east along the Hun River. Cao Youyi led the Spanish phalanx infantry to climb the city as fast as possible and control the city gates. It's not that they were eager to control Chenyang, but these were all heavy armored infantry, and they were all big spears. They naturally wanted to form formations, but it would be embarrassing to pursue them. You must know that they were usually protected by three layers of cotton iron locks, and it was impossible to play the same speed as the Bandit Brigade who only wore helmets.

Of course, Yang Feng didn't care about them anymore.

His Majesty the Emperor carried his Mo sword and led the Jinyiwei cavalry to chase and kill them as quickly as possible. Soon the escaped flagmen began to appear in front of them. Of course, Yang Feng was disdainful to attack these old, weak, sick and disabled. He took five hundred cavalry to launch a charge-torn triangle formation and directly crashed into it, urged the war horses to rush hard and stomp hard. When they encountered those who resisted, they would kill them with one knife. Those who did not dare to resist and only fled and stumbled and stumbled to death. They were followed by three thousand cavalry and infantrymen of the bandits. They would solve other problems.

Five hundred war horses instantly turned into five hundred terrifying monsters, running by among the old, weak, sick and even female soldiers.

The war horses galloped at a speed of tens of thousands of meters per hour, and their owners were like a rumbled roller, knocking over all the blocks without hesitation. In front of them, all the bannermen were running wildly in horror, just like the Han people who were driven away by the Eight Banners Cavalry, but they were also knocked over helplessly and stepped into mud under countless horse hooves, and then a blood color stretched on the green plain in spring.

Even if they escaped this disaster, the bannermen still had to face the three thousand Ming cavalry behind them.

There are also four thousand infantry soldiers in the bandits.

These are different from the emperor. The spears and bayonets in their hands will nail all the bannermen men they met. Unless they are wearing seemingly high-ranking officials, they will be arrested and wait for the emperor to deal with them. All the bannermen men will be nailed to the ground.

As for those women...

This is easy to deal with. The young and beautiful guy grabbed the rope and tied it as a spoil.

Many of the immigrants who moved north had no wives. They were very happy if these women were sent to local officials to sell. As for the elderly who were too ugly and fled themselves, the nearby people would also like them anyway. Women are all this life these days.

Yang Feng was not interested in this. He and the Jinyiwei quickly passed through the south of Chenyang City with the howling of death, pierced the fleeing bannermen, dragging bloody marks and rushing to Dongmu Mountain, where wild boar skins were buried. There was a barrier between the Hun River in the south of Chenyang, and they could escape from east to north, and to the north to Kaiyuan in Tieling, but those two places would still be conquered immediately. The most likely escape direction for the princes and nobles of the Eight Banners was to run to Fushun to Hetuala, and Dongmu Mountain Pass was the only way to pass. As long as you block it there, you would definitely get some big fish.

By the way, he didn't expect the Qing army to collapse so quickly.

The lethality of less than 400 barrels of C-tong is actually not very large. At least it is equivalent to this city with an area of ​​15 square kilometers. He played Tianhuo Burning City just to destroy the morale of the Qing army and then launched an attack while the chaos was in the air. However, it was a bit unexpected to scare the Qing army away at once, which also made him completely wipe out the bankrupt plan. After all, such a pursuit is just the best. As long as he runs out of Chenyang City, some of the bannermen can hide.

However, along the way, he saw the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, especially those women who threw away their weapons and knelt down on the side and kowtowed to beg for mercy. Only then did he understand how strong the city was doing.

This is a completely sand castle.

It would be fine if he touched it with his hands, but it would be strange if he kicked it with his big foot.

"This is the end of the road!"

He sighed sincerely.

These bannermen are really at the end of their lives, and even women are on the battlefield. It can be said that they have been harmed by him to the limit.

"Where is that?"

Suddenly he pointed to a building complex ahead and said.

It was a large temple with a large area, with a towering tower in the middle, but the architectural style was a bit strange, and many fleeing bannermen were pouring into it.

"Your Majesty, their Yongguang Temple is the Huangjiao Temple of the Uszang monks. Jiannu, like all Mongolian tribes, advocates the Huangjiao. They have a Huangjiao temple in the east, west, south and north of Shenyang. They were only completed last year. They are called their Huguo Temple. The east is Yongguang Temple, the west is Yanshou Temple, the north is Falun Temple, and the south is Guangci Temple. Each temple has a Tibetan pagoda to maintain the four symbols of Shenyang."

A guide said.

"Go in!"

Yang Feng urged the horse and said.

The Five Hundred Jinyiwei immediately followed him to Yongguang Temple. When he arrived at the gate, a group of monks came out in a little panic.

"Why don't you kneel down when you see me?"

Yang Feng shouted.

When the monk was the leader winked, all the monks quickly knelt down.

Yang Feng snorted coldly and urged the horse to walk in. When the flag-men inside saw it, they all fell to their knees on the ground. Then the Jinyiwei guards guarded behind Yang Feng took off their bandit guns and pointed the trigger without hesitation at the men begging for mercy. All the men fell down amid the mixed gunshots. A few of them got up and ran away but did not escape the bullets. The women were so scared that they screamed and begged for mercy. Fortunately, the Jinyiwei was not interested in them, so they loaded the bullets and hung up the guns again, and then divided some people to search in the temple.

The monks stood aside with fear and did not dare to breathe.

Yang Feng's eyes scandalized the hall.

The women were so scared that they closed their mouths.

"Who are you?"

He said, pointing to one of the women with children.

This woman was wearing an ordinary flag-man's clothes, but her skin was white and tender. She looked about thirty years old and she looked quite beautiful. There was a woman next to her who was dressed simply like her. There was also a boy of six or seven years old between them, who was also wearing ordinary but her skin was white and tender. People these days are not from later generations, and it is not easy to raise white and tender, especially in places like outside the pass, which had to be a truly wealthy family. It would be suspicious to wear ordinary clothes with extravagance.

"Return to the Lord Long Live, the people who are guilty are Aisin Gioro. Sikut's wife, the grandson of Nurhaci and the son of Abai. They were given a false title of General Fengguo, and they were resigned for the sake of the matter."

The woman said.

Yang Feng nodded, which could explain her identity.

He looked at the other women again. There was nothing suspicious about these people. As for how they deal with it, they would not have any special thoughts about these guys when the infantry behind him came. Then he turned his gaze to the monks next to him.

"I sent an order that all foreign temples in Shenyang are worshipped by Jiannu, not by the Central Plains, and have not been approved by me. From today on, all foreign monks will be abolished."

Then he said.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we are here to promote Buddhism. I hope your Majesty will be kind."

The monk who was the leader was so scared that he knelt down and said.

"Buddhism? The Han area has its own Buddhism. It is not what you do. I don't know why you are. What you worship is only allowed in Uszang. Even if the Mongolian tribes do not receive my permission, how can you discuss the Han area?"

Yang Feng sneered.

"Your Majesty, the little monk is willing to take the monks of the temple to Mongolia and ask for your Majesty's grace."

The monk said in panic.

He knew very well what the meaning of the sect was, that is, he became a slave in the government. In the future, he might throw some mine as a coolie and was exhausted. They were worshipped as ancestors in Yongguang Temple. If they were really not a slave, they would be better than death. As for quitting Yongguang Temple and going to Mongolia, it would not matter. When they came to Mongolia, they would still be worshipped as ancestors.

"No, it's already a blessing from outside the law that I didn't kill you. What qualifications do you have to tell me about the conditions?"

Yang Feng said.

"The little monk is willing to offer something to the emperor."

The monk said.

At the same time, the face of the kneeling woman changed slightly.

"The world belongs to me. Nothing is not my property. Isn't it ridiculous to limit my property to me? But I need one person to go to Lhasa to inform Banhan and others. From now on, any monks who enter the Han area will be killed without mercy. Your missionary place is limited to Uszang. I have other Mongolian tribes to deal with it and can be temporarily put on hold. I will be summoned to the capital for a letter in the future."

Yang Feng said.

Of course, he would not attack these people. Mongolia would have to rely on them to reduce the number of people in the future! As for Uszang, their performance is even more perfect in the issue of weakening, meeting the needs of any mainland dynasty, so His Majesty the Emperor will complete the unfinished cause of our Qing Dynasty.
Chapter completed!