Chen Zhongji now holds a military position. Therefore, he is issued with a high-end flintlock pistol. It is of high quality, double-barreled and single-shot, and has a trigger spring system. It can fire two rounds of bullets continuously. This kind of finely crafted pistol is the only one in the Chinese Army that has obtained the rank of school. Only ten people in the entire China United Company own this gun. Therefore, when he came to inspect the mainland of Ming Dynasty this time, Chen Zhongji was reluctant to bring the school-level officer's standard pistol. Instead, he brought a gold-plated silver pistol. It was purely used to show off. people.
Chen Zhongji was very unlucky. After the Song master accidentally discovered that he had a flintlock pistol, he did not doubt his identity. However, he took a fancy to his exquisite gold pistol. Yin Feng and others did not know that this kind of legend was Handguns from Thailand, some of which are inlaid with jade and diamonds, can be worth up to thirty thousand taels of silver on the market.
The tall and thin Mr. Song became a hero of the Jingnan War. He got tired of the life of fine clothing and fine food. He once went to Nanjing Guards Station to hang out for a few days and gained a general reputation. In the past few years, he served in the army. He once saw a Western handgun in the hands of his superior. It was inlaid with gold and jade, and even the trigger was gold-plated. He was envious. Now he saw this kind of handgun in the hands of a businessman again, and he felt greedy. I found out that the guests in the east wing were just wealthy businessmen from the south, not officials with any backing. So I personally brought people to the door to make trouble, waiting for an opportunity to snatch the gun. In fact, even if the other party was an ordinary member of the Ming Dynasty official army, Song Gongzi would also Won't care.
At present, only the most skilled sword-wielding guard of Mr. Song entered the east wing. The rest were blocked by Yin Feng outside the corridor. Chen Zhongji confronted Mr. Song and his guards. The two poor girls were hiding in the corner. measures.
"Do you know who I am?" Mr. Song saw that the other party dared to fight back. He was really angry and curious: "Damn it. There are still people in Jinling City who dare to fight me. You are dead, bright guy."
More than a dozen people in the corridor showed daggers, iron rods, and Ming army standard swords. The whole thing was in a mess. Some people dressed as servants rushed into the yard. Those imperial students cursed and went to They fled. Although they were dissatisfied with these noble children, they did not dare to provoke these ignorant people. Generally speaking, although the noble families in Nanjing did not have much political influence, the court generally treated them very much. Connivance. So it is very common for noble children to do whatever they want with impunity.
Those distinguished disciples who came with Mr. Song also came with their men to help. Forty or fifty people gathered outside the east wing.
Madam Lin Erniang pushed her way into the crowd regardless of her own safety. She blocked the door of the east wing and shouted loudly: "Young Master Song, I beg you. Seeing that I have always taken good care of you, please do your best and don't do anything."
Mr. Song's long and thin face showed a cruel smile: "Mother Lin, don't worry about it. I will naturally ask someone to accompany you to break the broken things. These people carry firearms and follow their signs. They are either bandits or thieves. I will Take them to the Yamen to deal with them... Hey, how about it? Hurry up and throw this gun over. Disarm and surrender. I will take you to see the official."
He waved his hand, and Lin Erniang at the door was immediately dragged out of the crowd by her neck by two of his servants.
Yin Feng had been blocking the doorway with his chair. At this moment, he threw down the chair. He took a few steps back and stood back-to-back with Chen Zhongji on the side of the room.
Mr. Song said impatiently: "What do you plan to do? It doesn't matter if you don't want to live to see the official. Then I will use your corpse to repay your merits."
Yin Feng suddenly said coldly: "Master Song, are you determined to put us to death?"
"As long as that kid hands over the gun, I will let you see the official..." Mr. Song felt that he had been very tolerant today. He actually talked nonsense with these businessmen.
"We don't want to see the official, and we don't want to hand over the gun." Yin Feng interrupted the noble son: "We also don't want to hurt anyone. As long as you leave this house, I will never hold you accountable...what do you think."
"Hahahaha. You must have lost your mind and gone crazy." Mr. Song and his men couldn't help laughing.
"Ship owner, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. That's what you say." Chen Zhongji said with a sneer. Yin Feng nodded: "That's right. Ji Zai, let everyone do it. Remember, all the losers will be killed. Their masters should try not to Killed."
Mr. Song had no sense of fear. He listened to their conversation with amusement and said with a smile: "What are you talking about in your sleep? Brothers, move..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Chen Zhongji shout: "Do it."
Mr. Song's personal bodyguard was a Baihu official who had experienced battles. He was alert to find the sudden murderous aura in his eyes. This murderous aura could only be seen by those who had experienced the battlefield. He was just about to give a warning. Corridor A burst of screams suddenly erupted outside... There was a chill in the summer air. Countless short crossbow arrows were shot from all directions of the light smoke study apartment at the same time. From the roof, the corner of the corridor, and in the yard Crossbow arrows were shot from everywhere on the big trees, rockery rocks, and outside the windows. They shot down the noble servants, servants, thugs, and guards gathered around the east wing one by one.
The knife-wielding guards in front of Mr. Song pushed his master behind him. He looked out the window and took a breath of air: the crossbow arrows shot in the dark were basically fatal to those servant guards. And those young masters were all They were shot in the legs and feet, making it impossible for them to escape.
At the same time, a group of men in black rushed out from behind the rockery. They rushed into the corridor of the east wing with daggers in hand. They fought with the servants and guards gathered under the eaves. It cannot be called a fight. Those men in black were quick and ruthless, and their swords were deadly. These The dandy's servants and guards are masters at bullying the common people. But in front of these men in black, they are basically just targets of unilateral slaughter. They are completely unable to resist.
The knife-wielding guard felt chills all over his body on the summer night. His hair stood on end and he was speechless. He had only heard of this quick killing method in the military camp. He had never seen it before: only the most experienced ones could conduct deep reconnaissance into the enemy camp. Only a "catchman" in the situation can have such skills. This is not a gangster trick; murderers in the gangland will not kill without saying a word. Who is the other party? How dare you attack such a group of noble children. And To actually have such strength... He could tell from his bloody experience on the battlefield that these men in black cooperated very well with each other, proving that they often fought together.
Mr. Song had been hanging out in the military camp for a few days. He had never seen blood before. Now it was as if he had seen a ghost. He was so frightened that his brain short-circuited and he looked out the window stupidly.
In just one minute, the knife-wielding guard only took a few breaths. The massacre in the yard had stopped. Those young masters who were still alive were basically knocked unconscious by the men in black with punches and kicks, and concentrated in the corridor. The servants who were the personal bodyguards of Young Master Song were all killed in a short time. Under the hands of those men in black, basically none of the servants or guards could withstand the opponent's moves. These special battalions who followed Yin Feng to Nanjing Soldiers. Most of them are relatives and children of Yin Feng's most loyal escapees from Manila. The youngest one has only five years of military experience. They are in the jungles of Southeast Asia, the mountains of Manila, the plains and mountains of Taiwan Island, Japan's Kyushu Island, Macau, Jakarta, Fighting with all kinds of enemies in the streets of Aceh and other cities. Each of them can be called a murder expert. How can the servants of Nanjing's dandies be their opponents?
Blood flowed on the floor in the elegant corridor. The splashing blood droplets dyed the lanterns hanging on the beams red. A corpse fell right at the door of the side room. The neck was almost cut off. The head was twisted at 180 degrees. Look at yourself. 's back.
Lin Erniang in the side room was lying in the crack of the door and happened to see the man being killed at the door. A strong smell of blood rushed into the old madam's nose through the crack in the door. She snorted a few times and fainted. In a corner of the room, the leader of the turtle slave hid under the table and covered his mouth with all his strength, trembling all over.
Luo Aquan walked into the house with several of Yin Feng's personal guards. He bowed his hands and saluted Yin Feng without saying a word. He turned to Master Song and his guards at the window. They all raised their small crossbows. These personal guards They were not wearing black clothes. They were dressed like ordinary civilians and servants. In fact, they had been lurking in the alley near the study apartment. They had already entered the courtyard as soon as the conflict in the east wing started.
At this time, Zeng Shan and Xu Hongji also rushed over. Seeing this, Zeng Shan stomped his feet in frustration. Xu Hongji grabbed a black-clad special battalion soldier and said: "Brother, hurry up and call all the brothers from the warehouse. Get ready. Get out of town."
"You, you, who are you?" The sword-wielding guard was covered in sweat and his body was shaking involuntarily. He tried his best to stand in front of Mr. Song, who was already dumbfounded. He asked with a trembling groan: "You... can't. The Duke of my country was conferred by Lord Yongle. You..."
Yin Feng said coldly: "The Duke can do whatever he wants. We are drinking and listening to music here. I didn't provoke you. Why do you have to wait with me?"
Chen Zhongji waved his hand and threw the gun in front of Mr. Song with a bang. He said coldly: "You want this gun. Look, now it is in front of you. What do you want?"
The knife-wielding guard knew that his side had no hope of making a comeback in a short period of time. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you? No matter what, let me go. I will take responsibility for anything."
He is the leader of the personal soldiers. His wealth and life are all pinned on the safety of the Duke and his family. If something happens to Master Song, he will not be able to escape anyway. So he will risk everything. "What happened today is my son's fault. This young master has so many subordinates. I guess he has a great family and a great business. He is well-informed and understands the righteousness. Of course you know. No matter who you are, if anything happens to Mr. Song, you cannot afford it."
When the guards saw Yin Feng's face sinking, he thought he had impressed them with his words: "How about it? What are your plans? In less than an hour, there will be soldiers patrolling here in Jinling City. Don't you think you can rebel?"