Nine hundred and seventieth chapters Beijing official
Wang Heze rushed out of the crowd of civil servants and rushed straight towards Li Zhi.
The more than a dozen civil servants behind Wang Heze stared, understanding the current situation. Thousands of Tiger Soldiers are now surrounding the civil servants. They are all fully armed. They are definitely not something that the powerless civil servants can deal with. Now the only one
The only way to survive is to rush forward, capture Li Zhi, and use Li Zhi as a hostage to break out of the siege.
More than a dozen civil servants rushed out and rushed towards Li Zhi, who was more than ten meters away.
Li Zhi sneered, waved his hand and shouted:
"kill!"
The Huben Army soldier in front of Li Zhi pulled out his Fanjiazhuang fine steel scimitar and rushed towards the dozen or so civilian officials who were coming towards him. He only saw the knife in his hand and the official robes of the civil servants were cut with huge gaps.
, the blade of the knife tore open the clothes and cut straight down, cutting open all the flesh and skin of the civil servants.
Wang Heze screamed loudly due to the severe pain of his chest being cut open. Blood spurted out from the huge wound like spring water. Wang Heze rolled and twitched on the ground, and soon lost strength due to excessive bleeding, and gradually became silent.
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Without exception, more than a dozen civil servants who rushed out were hacked to death by veterans of the Tiger Army in front of the altar.
The other civil servants at the back were not so brave. They looked blankly at their colleagues on the ground, their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open, their faces white as snow.
Some timid ones even trembled all over, with feces and urine dripping from their crotches uncontrollably.
Li Zhi shouted loudly: "Kill! These traitors can all be killed!"
The horn sounded again, and the soldiers of the Tiger Army who were pressing in from all sides opened fire.
Amidst the crackling gunfire, thousands of tigers and soldiers were like tigers entering the sheepfold, and started a massacre towards the trembling civil servants. The bullets swept through the vegetable fields like a storm, knocking down the shameless civil servants to the ground one by one.
superior.
Blood flowers are like water flowers in a pond on a rainy day, one after another, blooming on the civil servants one by one.
The civil servants looked at the Tiger Army in front with wide eyes, and at the fallen colleagues beside them, with eyes full of disbelief.
They didn't believe it, they didn't understand it, they didn't understand that the Tiger Army actually dared to shoot at them.
They are the Jinshi who were named on the gold medal list in the ten years of Hanchuang. They are the important officials of the imperial court at the feet of the emperor. They are the officials in the capital who can move the wind and rain. They are the dignitaries in the eyes of the people.
On weekdays, they can decide the life or death of an ordinary person with just one word. They can decide the rise or fall of several merchant families with just one arrangement. As the leaders of the world's scholars and the spokespersons of the gentry, they consider their lives to be superior to others.
They even feel that their own life is worth the lives of hundreds of ordinary people.
The officers and soldiers in the late Ming Dynasty were like bandits, quick to kill good people and take credit for their merits. The local military towns showed no mercy to the murderous common people, and killed dozens or hundreds of people at every turn. But no ruffian in the army had ever dared to kill a single person.
It is even less likely that any soldier would dare to touch a Jinshi named on the gold list.
Civil servants born as Jinshi were the top rulers of society in the late Ming Dynasty. If I had to use an animal to describe these Jinshi, they would be cranes soaring proudly in the sky, transcending the daily necessities of this society.
Their ending was supposed to be to make a lot of money in the officialdom, occupy a large amount of local land, spread their branches and give birth to countless descendants, and become a family with a scholarly legacy.
Even the local officers who control one side will respectfully call them Master Jinshi when they see them.
However, Li Zhi today slaughtered them like dogs.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people fell to the guns of the Tiger Army.
A household doctor wearing a red official robe was shot in the thigh by a soldier of the Tiger Army and fell to the ground. However, when he fell to the ground, he had no time to scream and moan. He looked at the soldiers of the Tiger Army approaching with rifles and panicked.
I had to crawl desperately on the ground.
He dragged his bleeding right foot, stared at the Tiger Army soldiers behind him with his eyes wide open, and desperately crawled on the ground toward the middle of the group of officials. However, he crawled on the ground with his hands, and there were no Tiger Army soldiers anywhere.
Were you walking fast? You were caught up in the blink of an eye.
He shouted in panic: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! My family's 13,000 acres of farmland and the 190,000 taels of silver I have accumulated over the years are all for you, all of them. Don't kill me, I won't do it."
Now that I'm an official, I'll go back to my hometown and be a farmer, don't kill me!"
The Tiger Soldier soldier in front of him snorted coldly, picked up his bayonet and stabbed forward, piercing the heart of the Tobe doctor.
The doctor let out a shrill scream that almost made his eyes pop out. He desperately grabbed the bayonet of the Tiger Soldier soldier, but he couldn't control the blood spurting out of his heart.
"You can't kill me...I am...I am a Beijing official..."
On the vegetable patch beside the Grand Canal, flames sprayed and blood flew everywhere.
A soldier from the military department looked at the soldiers of the Tiger Army who were getting closer and closer, and at the civilian officials who fell to the bullets. He was so frightened that he tried his best to run away from the officials.
He threw away the black gauze hat on his head and rushed into the crowd, constantly pushing his trembling colleagues behind him to block bullets for himself.
The soldiers of the Huben Army used breech-loading rifles, which fired extremely fast. In this incident, almost every time a civil servant was dragged behind him, those colleagues were immediately killed by the rifles of the soldiers of the Huben Army.
When the man ran more than ten meters and was about to drag the fourth person behind him, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his ears. A bullet grazed his ear and shot into the chest of the colleague he was holding.
The colleague didn't know whether his heart or lungs were broken by the spinning cone-shaped bullet, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, spraying the victim's face bright red.
"I...I am a Jinshi...I..."
The colleague finished spraying blood and clutched Gui Shizhong's shoulder. He gradually lost strength and fell in the middle of the vegetable field.
This guy was so frightened by the bloody scene that his legs became weak and he couldn't run anymore.
A bullet was fired steadily from fifty meters away, and it penetrated the head of Gui Shizhong with a bang. Gui Shizhong's eyes suddenly widened, and he fell at the feet of his colleague's corpse without saying a word.
The massacre caused by the breech-loading rifle was extremely efficient. After only twenty seconds, the vegetable field was already littered with corpses. At least 800 of the more than a thousand civil servants had been killed. Blood flowed into streams on the ground, and people were twitching and rolling everywhere.
There were injured people. Some civil servants were obviously dead, but their bodies were still twitching, looking extremely cruel.
Bright red and turquoise silk official robes are like worthless shrouds, and they are everywhere in the vegetable field.
At the place closest to Li Zhi, Jia Sanwei's official robe was soaked with cold sweat. He kowtowed to the ground desperately and shouted: "Don't kill me! King Qi is a thousand years old! Don't kill me!"
"I do not support Jiangbei Army, I support King Qi! Long live King Qi!"
A bullet flew over from nowhere and shot into Jia Sanwei's stomach. Jia Sanwei screamed like a slaughtered pig and rolled on the ground.
As he rolled, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he gradually stopped rolling.
Dong Jiuqi and Chen Wenyue stood in the middle of the crowd, and they had not been beaten to death yet. Their faces were so frightened that there was no trace of blood, and they only stared at the brutal massacre.
