Wang Jinquan was thoughtful and silent, thinking about how to refuse without making Lin Ziran in front of him go crazy, and then cut him with a knife.
Although he led his people to escape at noon and was not on the top of the city, he heard about it after escaping back to the city.
The Guang'an rebels just fired an empty cannon at Lin Ziran, but the young subordinate went berserk on the spot, yelling at the top of his lungs to fight back, and it is said that he almost killed his henchman Luo Mazi.
It can be seen that this is a cruel person!
Wang Jinquan comforted himself: He was a civilized person and there was no need to argue with such a reckless man. He had to carefully consider his words and refuse politely.
But when I looked up at Lin Ziran, the words of rejection were on my lips, but I didn't dare to say them out!
When it finally came to my lips, the words became like this: "Sir, it's not that I don't want to give it, but I really don't have that much money!"
Lin Ziran didn't take it seriously: "Oh, how much can the governor's house come up with now?"
Wang Jinquan said: "One thousand, even if we borrow it temporarily from a big owner in the city, I'm afraid we can only get two thousand!"
Although he did not dare to say a complete rejection, Wang Jinquan still kept some for himself when the matter came to pass.
But Lin Ziran immediately snorted and said: "Only two thousand? I heard that the town guard recently collected the autumn tax in advance, and also collected a sum of money for the suppression of bandits!"
Lin Ziran naturally knew all about Wang Jinquan's work in the past half month. After all, Qingshan Town is such a big place. How could Wang Jinquan keep it a secret when he was making money unscrupulously some time ago?
Lin Ziran estimated that Wang Jinquan had done at least several thousand during this period.
Hearing Lin Ziran's words, Wang Jinquan said with a sad face: "Sir, there are really only more than two thousand!"
What he said is true. They have really only plundered more than two thousand in the past half month.
However, at this time, Lin Ziran's thick eyebrows jumped, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and then said calmly: "Only two thousand?"
When Wang Jinquan heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Three thousand, after all the guards have taken out, there will only be three thousand left!"
As he said this, his heart was bleeding. These three thousand were not only the entire income of half a month, but also the several hundred that were left some time ago.
What a bitter life!
After working hard for more than a month, I finally managed to get 5,000 Heng Yuan. However, Lin Ziran took away 2,000 yuan half a month ago, and now another 3,000 yuan was taken away. In the end, there was nothing left.
As the saying goes, if you want to be unlucky, everyone must be unlucky together, so Wang Jinquan continued: "However, there are still many big families in the city, especially Boss Wang of the iron workshop, who is said to be rich!"
If Boss Wang heard this, he would probably yell, "You Wang Jinquan, you just want to die, why did you drag me in!"
Lin Ziran looked at Wang Jinquan's expression carefully, his expression remained unchanged: "Well, that's great!"
Then with a wave of his hand, he called Luo Mazi in again and ordered: "You lead a group of people and follow Wang Zhenshou and the others to collect donations for war expenses!"
Wang Jinquan was relieved when he heard this. Lin Ziran finally did not continue to press. Otherwise, he would have insisted on asking them to pay for it. He didn't have it, and there was no telling what trouble would happen.
After letting Wang Jinquan and Luo Mazi go out, Lin Ziran went up to the top of the city for inspection again.
The top of the city was guarded by his subordinates, so there was nothing wrong with forcing it.
The Guang'an rebels outside the city are already setting up camp, and the war will not break out for a while.
But wait until tomorrow, and there will probably be another war.
After a peaceful night, I woke up the next day and found that the Guang'an rebels were still outside the city, and they tried another tentative attack in the morning.
However, they had just approached the 400-meter range, and before their artillery had time to fire, Lin Ziran and his men were driven out with Mini rifles.
The opponent didn't have any bunkers, let alone trenches. If they just walked forward in such a swagger, they naturally couldn't withstand the precise shooting of the Mini rifle.
After some attempts, the opponent dropped a corpse and suspended the attack.
But their next actions made Lin Ziran a little worried, because they actually started trenching, building parapets, and building artillery positions.
This is not good.
"Sir, it looks like they are going to hide behind the parapet and fire!" Luo Mazi said immediately: "This will make it difficult for us to hit them!"
Lin Ziran didn't have a good way to deal with this. The Guang'an rebels dug trenches, built parapets, moved the artillery closer, and hid behind bunkers.
The best way to deal with this kind of enemy is to bombard him with artillery!
But Lin Ziran only has two three-pound cannons on hand. These small cannons are still short-barreled and can only fire shotguns. They can't shoot even 300 meters, let alone 400 meters.
Enough.
So Lin Ziran thought for a while and then said: "Come in with some good guys and specifically target the people digging the trenches. Don't be afraid of wasting bullets. Hit them as soon as they show up!"
Although the opponent is digging a trench and is still hiding in the trench while digging forward, his head will always show up. If his marksmanship is good enough, he can still hit him.
It doesn't take many, just a few hits are enough to make the opponent throw a rat weapon.
When Luo Mazi heard this, his eyes gleamed again: "Sir, you are indeed a master. I have come up with such a simple and effective way. I, Luo Mazi, don't obey anyone, so I will obey you!"
Lin Ziran naturally ignored his flattery again!
Since noon, Luo Mazi had been squatting on the top of the city with a few fake soldiers who were good at marksmanship, and would attack the Guang'an rebels when they showed up.
Even Lin Ziran was taking aim with his gun. After all, he inherited the good marksmanship from his original body, and this kind of long-distance shooting was quite suitable for him.
It's just that it's difficult to hit, because those Guang'an rebels have also learned to be smart. They always hide in traffic trenches and dig. When they rarely emerge, even if they do, they will quickly retreat.
Overall, the hit rate is still relatively low.
Anyway, Lin Ziran fired more than a dozen shots in a row, but they all missed.
Not long after, Luo Mazi screamed: "Hit, I hit!"
Lin Ziran turned around and glanced at him!
What a fart!
Isn't it just that I hit an enemy? Yesterday, I killed two Guang'an rebels in a row. Are I proud?
Ignoring these idiots, Lin Ziran continued to focus on aiming. Soon he saw someone on the other side showing up, and he immediately and decisively pulled the trigger.
After the crisp gunshot, Lin Ziran's face became even more ugly.
Damn it, missed again!
However, at this moment, Luo Mazi shouted again: "Hit again, sir, I hit again!"
Digging!
Lin Ziran just threw down the gun and stopped playing!
What a dignified time-traveler wants to do is to do the great business of traveling across the imperial court and sweeping across all nine states. Squatting on top of the city and beating mice is nothing!