The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 518 Jin Yiwei is just a dog and a chicken
The order of the "Forty Military Sticks" went down, and the guards in brocade clothes in the arena suddenly fell silent.

Many people also stopped talking and laughing, and all looked at Chen Zhao on the wooden platform.

The voice is quite loud, no wonder they can clean up the salt merchants in Yangzhou!
Does this Jinyiwei temporary worker dare to come for real with the men in the capital?

Some people stared at the thirty people in the field, even more dismissively.

What can you do with 30 people?
There are hundreds of people on our side, and each person can drown you with a mouthful of saliva!

This salty beetle from Yangzhou still wants to shit and piss on the top of the man's head, it's the wrong way!
If he really dares to take action, I will beat them up and walk away. You, a baby, can go to the palace to cry to His Majesty!

If you don't prepare well for the imperial examination, you come here to point fingers, you have a big face!
While everyone was sneering, suddenly the door behind the wooden platform opened, and another group of people trotted into the arena. The guards in brocade uniforms who were being trained were all shocked, but the people who came in were only a team of about fifty people. Wearing a short-breasted uniform, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

How dare you deal with hundreds of people with just such a small number of people?
All of a sudden, the soldiers under training became courageous again. Although the scene was quiet, the soldiers under training were all staring at them.

"My lord, I'm afraid this scene will be chaotic, so let's avoid it for a while!" Sun Liancheng hastily shouted in a low voice.

He had just defected to Chen Zhao, but he didn't want his boss to be ashamed.

Chen Zhao, however, had a calm expression on his face: "How dare a mob like Jin Yiwei dare to make trouble? I want to see how courageous they are!"

Hearing the disdain in Chen Zhao's tone, Sun Liancheng and Zhao Hande couldn't help but look at each other.

Don't you think too highly of Chen Zhao?

What's the matter, you're only in your twenties, and after a few days in Yangzhou, you only want to be in the capital?
If there is a real disturbance, the two of them will be fine, I'm afraid this young man will suffer a lot!

At that time, Chen Zhao patted his butt and went to take the imperial examination. The unlucky ones were not the ones who surrendered first?

The arena was already noisy.

Because those who are not late have been invited to the east, then the group of people in the west is late.

There were about 300 of them, and dozens of them at the front immediately roared when they saw the guards rushing towards them.

"What are you doing? But if you are late for a cup of tea, you dare to deal with me! Who are you?"

"My master is not worthy, and no one dares to take care of me if I rest at home for a day."

"If you're on duty, it's fine to sing and listen to music on the street, so why deal with me!"

Several people dressed as school captains shouted loudly.

Behind him were a few people wearing general flags who sneered endlessly behind him.

In addition, even though more people did not speak, they were watching.

The person leading the bodyguard is called Kou Zhong. He was originally a Yangzhou gangster without a name. He was promoted by Chen Zhao in Yangzhou and named him himself. After four years of training under Chen Zhao, he was single-handedly brought up as the seed of an officer. the point,
Hearing the captain's words, Kou Zhong looked dismissive: "If you don't arrive after the deadline, you are violating the military law!"

The school lieutenant was stunned for a moment, then he roared again:
"I'm Jin Yiwei, tell me about the military law of the ball, hurry up and get out of here!"

Kou Zhong sneered, raised his hand, and said: "You are stubborn! Brothers, come on!"

After speaking, he strode forward.

In that school captain's mind, the guy in front of him was only about 20 years old, a young boy, so he didn't have the confidence to conflict with him.

Unexpectedly, the other party would not accept this at all.

He immediately flew into a rage, and directly pulled out the Xiuchun knife from his waist!
"You Yangzhou bumpkins, how dare you be rude to the Jinyi soldiers! If I don't give you any clues, I don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

"Hit! Hit! Hit! Teach them a lesson, even if they go to the Golden Luan Hall, they have to be reasonable!"

Dozens of people were yelling and cursing, and immediately someone drew out the Xiuchun knife and kept yelling and cursing.

Not just them.

Those who were not late were also yelling.

No matter which dynasty or generation, the people of Huangchenggen always have a sense of superiority. They dare not say anything else, but they are indeed the best in the world when they scold people.

But the guards who stopped them still had a flat face.

Some even had a hint of sarcasm in their eyes.

Kou Zhong looked at the group of guards in brocade clothes who were full of obscene language, smiled coldly, and raised the five-foot wooden stick in his hand to the sky. The 50 people behind him immediately formed two square teams, each with five people In a row, with a wave of long sticks, 50 people shouted at the same time: "Kneel down and don't hit!"

Only 50 people shouted in unison, and the voice suppressed the ups and downs of hundreds of people.

The scene suddenly fell silent!
Kou Zhong pointed the wooden stick forward in his hand and shouted:
"Rush over, hit!!"

The two phalanxes rushed forward in great strides, and the captain's face suddenly changed, and he turned his head and wanted to run.

But how come?
Kou Zhong had already come to the front, three or four wooden sticks were poking towards him, the captain just let out a scream, loosened the embroidery knife in his hand, then was stabbed by several wooden sticks at the same time, and was knocked down to the ground.

Then more than a dozen people stepped on him and went straight over. When the square team passed by, he was covered with footprints, so he could only lie there and call out.

Chen Zhao watched from the wooden platform with a calm expression.

But Sun Liancheng and Zhao Hande, two thousand households, were terrified.

The two of them can be promoted to a thousand households, and they still have certain knowledge and ability.

It is natural to see that these two phalanxes are the phalanxes on the battlefield.

Dozens of people form a phalanx, which can overthrow a mob of hundreds or even thousands of people.

Therefore, there are often scenes of thousands of elite officers and soldiers chasing tens of thousands of rebel congregants.

Probably because the officers and soldiers are well-trained.

Chen Zhao's two square teams were not large in number, but they were neat and uniform, and everyone was young and strong, with a strong murderous look, which was enough to deter the 200 scattered soldiers.

In fact, Kou Zhong and the others still kept their hands, otherwise the wooden stick would be easily broken if the wooden stick was used to death.

It was just a charge, and the dozens of people who were aggressive just now were turned on their backs. Many people were knocked to the ground, and they didn't even have time to climb out, and they were directly trampled over by the square team.

The other onlookers who were not making trouble were also completely frightened.

"Kneel down and don't fight!!"

After dispersing the troublemakers, Kou Zhong stopped the team to straighten up and shouted in unison again. When he saw his companion lying on the ground, begging for mercy, the rest of the latecomers panicked and said nothing. Said, all fell to their knees, and naturally threw away the weapons in their hands.

Kou Zhong glanced over, and everyone fell to their knees. In such a big venue, one or two hundred guards in brocade clothes who arrived late, just now were full of obscenities and cursed, but the leader who caused trouble was beaten and knelt down. Terrified, they all knelt down.

Kou Zhong originally thought he could clean it up severely, but he didn't expect these people to see the opportunity so quickly, making him feel like punching with full strength, hitting all the cotton.

"Anyway, he is a soldier of Jinyiwei, and the Xiuchun knife in his hand is not fake, why are they all turned into idiots?" Kou Zhong was very puzzled, and at the same time, his contempt was palpable.

As for the hundreds of people in the east who were clamoring loudly, they were completely silent at this moment.

As for the more than 30 Chen Zhao's personal guards facing them, their faces were still expressionless.

Whether they were scolding or trembling at this time, the more than 30 people were all indifferent.

This kind of demeanor looking down on the ants like a towering god completely stunned those hundreds of people.

Not only did they have no intention of resisting, but they kept shrinking back.

As a result, the scene that seemed to be getting out of control just now has calmed down.

Except for low wailing, everyone shut their mouths.

"Jin Yiwei, the Son of Heaven is close to the army, I didn't expect it to look like this now!" Chen Zhao sneered, and then glanced at the two thousand households under him: "Count your people, sort out those who didn't come, and report the list to I."

Seeing the two thousand households rushing away, Chen Zhao sighed softly.

He had already foreseen the degeneration of the bottom of Jinyiwei.

In various film and television dramas, novels and dramas, there are fragments of Jin Yiwei's depravity everywhere.

The one who fell with them was the uncle of the dynasty.

After all, the emperor cannot be blamed, but the common people are still in dire straits. Is that Shu Die's responsibility?

It can only be relatives of the emperor and slaves of the emperor.

Apart from eunuchs, is there any servant of the Son of Heaven who is more majestic than Jin Yiwei?

This bastard of Jinyiwei is as depraved as the Eight Banners disciples of the same period.

But think about it, whether it is Jinyiwei or the children of the Eight Banners, there are hard-core crops, and the harvest is guaranteed in drought and flood, but not too much. In the long run, who will take care of things?Who will pursue progress?

This is the disadvantage of the iron rice bowl!

Chen Zhao shouted: "All stand in line!"

Everyone below was in a panic, but they all stood up desperately, and no one dared to stab.

"Jin Yiwei is the emperor's personal guard, Jin Yi's pro-army, and you sloppy bastards, who are messing around in teahouses and kilns all day long, what face do you have to call Jin Yiwei? I will give you the marching method to lead you on the right path!"

"Lin Fei, Kou Zhong, keep an eye on me, and hit me if you can't stand up straight!!"

After all, he waved his hand.

Zhang Heqing and Han Xiaozhong came out with dozens of big Han generals.

(End of this chapter)