Yang Zhi suffered several injuries, including a knife on his shoulder and a hole in his thigh. He was carried away on a stretcher, and his body was covered with bloody smell and a strong smell of herbs. While he was being carried away, he also spoke to the factory guards, which was also a kind of encouraging word.

"Although Tong Shumi's army was halfway, they were going to come after all. This group of bandits in the Ming Cult are actually just like this. Don't look at the words they shouted about the Great God of Light and other ghosts, they didn't see them having three heads and six arms. If they were cut down with one knife, they would have to lie on the ground. The two I killed today seriously injured one person, probably they were well-known figures in their sect, and that's all."

On the way down the city wall, the bodies, limbs and seriously injured soldiers who had not yet died screamed and moaned in confusion. Some of the Ming Cult soldiers on the ground were also repaired by the soldiers inspected. The sarcastic wails that made people feel depressed before death. Even Yang Zhi, a tough guy who was used to life and death, could not help but frown.

He stopped what he had not finished, was silent for a moment, and suddenly issued an order: "Notify all the living factory guards to gather in the last old house in Jinyuan Lane..."

Seeing the factory guard who had been in charge of the general order leave, he felt a little upset and always felt that something would happen. Shortly after he got off the city wall, the night darkened, and a fire suddenly burst into flames from the north of the city, burning red, and it was particularly clear in the dark night.

At this time, a factory guard in black and iron armor had already come to report the situation. Before he could tell, Yang Zhi stared at the place where something happened and asked: "What happened?"

The factory guard bowed: "What happened! Something happened there. Many people smashed and burned the houses there, and forced the new guard of the North Gate to open the city gate and let them escape."

All kinds of noise and noisy were vaguely transmitted from the air through the wind at night. Yang Zhi had some speculation in his heart, "I'm afraid it's not the chaotic people who are making trouble. I guess what happened next to the city gate in the early morning. At that time, it was so chaotic that there must be people from the Ming Cult sect who were infiltrated. This commander remembers that many of them were Green Forest heroes. If there were too many people in, I'm afraid the north gate would be in danger."

When he passed to Jinyuan Lane, the situation seemed to be getting worse and worse. The riots in the north of the city began to spread uncontrollably. On the way, Yang Zhi did not see a servant from the government office rushing over. Instead, he vaguely heard that the county soldiers began to come down from the city wall, as if they were going to quell the riots.

It is well known to all the wealthy people in Hangzhou that the Wude Camp and the county soldiers stationed here are all local soldiers, and they can also be called elite troops in the south. It should not be difficult to deal with some speculators who are causing trouble. However, the government office has not yet made any moves, which makes people suspicious.

But then, the chaos in the city became increasingly turbulent. Yang Zhi even saw a group of people with different costumes breaking in door to door with swords and swords. There were heart-wrenching screams inside. Then he saw a naked woman emitting a head-on radiant desire to run out. As soon as he arrived at the door, several men dragged them out in the waist and closed the door.

"Get in"

Yang Zhi gritted his teeth and shouted angrily. He wanted to get up and touch the knife, but the pain on his body forced him to continue any movement. He had to direct the few soap-clothed iron armor around him to rush in and kill the group of people out.

As for the woman, the factory guards who came back reported that when they rushed in, the woman had already bit her tongue and committed suicide. Yang Zhi clenched his fist and smashed it hard on the stretcher, slandering, "What the hell are the people of the Hangzhou magistrate doing... Where are the people?"

"I'm afraid I'm hiding." A factory guard who came from the government office reported: "When I came here, I saw the government office being closed. I guess the prefect Du knew what was going on and hid himself. Those officials who had lost their affairs followed one by one."

"….Fuck..." Yang Zhi fell down, his head buzzing.

They walked for a while and met soldiers from Wude Camp who were pursuing the rebellious people and started fighting in an alley. This time, Yang Zhi did not ask for help, but accelerated his pace and kept gathering the factory guards who were notified on the road, slowly growing like snowballs.

There were many crying and screaming in the courtyards in the streets and alleys. Sometimes, people who were chasing and squealing around with knives were seen running around. Some looked at Yang Zhi. Seeing that there were many people, they would shout and scold them, turn around and run away, not provoking them.

After entering the old house in Jinyuan Lane, there were still more than a thousand factories gathered around him. Under the torches, Yang Zhizhe found a secret passage as the place indicated by the note. Looking at the color of the soil, he determined that it must have been dug for a while. Then he sent someone to search around the hospital and found seven or eight secret passage entrances.

"This is the retreat arranged by the Admiral... I just don't know if it leads to the outside of the city." He thought that a factory guard who went in to explore climbed up to report the situation.

"Report to the commander, he found a cannon wrapped in tarpaulin in secret."

"I inform everyone to hide in secret, and the city will definitely not be able to defend. The brothers cannot only increase casualties. When the time is right, we will come up and fight the bandits in the alley."

Yang Zhi knew in his heart that Fang La would launch an attack at the latest morning, and Hangzhou would definitely fall. But he remembered the rioters in the city, and he couldn't figure out why so many people were infiltrated.

"Unless..." He suddenly thought that there seemed to be a waterway in Hangzhou. "The people who had been infiltrated before controlled the waterway and let the green forests enter Hangzhou from there?"

As he expected.

In the early morning of the next day, more than 100,000 troops of the Ming Cult were besieging the four gates and launched a fierce attack, and they were in one day.

In the fifth year of Xinghe, in mid-May, Hangzhou fell.

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At the same time, several giant boats heading from north to south docked at night in Yangzhou.

The people on the boat went out of the cabin one after another, and the carriages and soapy clothes were marching along the street. Most of the streets were still many pedestrians, and the lights were still on in the yard. After finding the place where the yard had been booked in advance, the woman who came out of the carriage was dragging a little girl to run around in the night, as if she had not been off the ground for a long time.

Back in the yard, in the study, a man wearing a black palace robe was studying the sword moves and exercise methods he copied from his memory, and was sitting quietly in the candlelight.

Moths flapped their wings from outside the window and danced around the fire.

Then, with the silver shawl, the man stood up and opened the door. In the shadow of the corridor, the eunuch in black who was standing with a sword was closing his eyes to rest. When he heard the movement, he went up to see him. After that, he heard the sound of their speech.

"…..The Whale Slayer... The leader of the gang is called Tu Qiansui..."

"Shaoqin doesn't need to follow him... I will go and have a look."

"Borrow your White Dragon Sword for use..."

After a moment, Bai Ning stretched out his palm and put his claws, and the white dragon sword in Cao Shaoqin's hand fell into his hand.

“……. Go back.”

Silver threads flew in the wind, and the figures rose and fell out of the yard.
Chapter completed!