Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 171 The Eight Desolations Sing a Prosperous Era Again!

The elders and scholars still clinging to the prison cart stared in astonishment as the corpses fell.

then……

"put!"

That day, the military officer shouted.

The next moment, flames shot out from the lances held by all the cavalrymen on the warhorses behind him.

Those elders and scholars who had not yet left their world fell one by one in the impact of the bullets, while other bullets that missed their mark landed in the prison carts beside them.

Blood stained the prison van.

The unfortunate Dezhao screamed in terror, clutching his head in the prison van.

Meanwhile, a former vice minister who had just been catching up with him was now staring at him with wide, unseeing eyes and a bullet hole in his forehead.

Then one by one, the elders and scholars who died with their eyes wide open also fell around him, their bodies riddled with bullet holes.

The gunfire stopped.

But then all the cavalrymen loaded their guns at top speed, and a second round of bullets was fired, and more corpses of elders and scholars fell.

Fortunately, the remaining elders and scholars finally came to their senses. They rushed towards their servants in terror, and the servants, in turn, drew their swords and charged forward. Clearly, they were still dutiful, but all they could bring were trusted confidants; at least for now, they wouldn't defect. The gentry weren't without their own loyal followers either; they had accumulated over a thousand years, perfecting their system. With the gentry at the core, their close relatives as the armed force, and they controlled tenant farmers or serfs of different surnames.

The former cultivated the best land, sent their children to clan schools, served as commercial employees for the gentry, acted as private militia for the gentry, and even became officials with their financial support.

Of course, in times of crisis, one must also be willing to die for the gentry.

Family, you know!
For the sake of the family!

They immediately charged at the cavalry, but they had no idea what the weapons in the latter's hands meant. The soldiers, who were on high ground on their warhorses, loaded their bullets at lightning speed and then knocked down the servants who tried to rush at them.

Three hundred cavalrymen.

Three hundred consecutive divine spears.

It can be loaded with 4,800 bullets at a time.

In the hands of these highly skilled cavalrymen, their rapid-fire lances unleashed a storm of bullets at incredible speed.

Those servants who charged at the forefront fell in droves.

He regained his senses in the next instant and turned to flee at top speed.

Ultimately, they were simply unaware of their opponent's ruthlessness. Ignorance is bliss, but that doesn't mean they truly had the courage to fight such an opponent to the death. If they couldn't win, they would still have to run for their lives.

At this moment, the Eight Banners officer also came to his senses. He looked at the divine spear in the hands of the heavenly soldier that was spewing flames, and his back straightened up immediately, as if he saw the foreign master standing next to him.

"Men, seize these bastards who dare to obstruct the prison van!"

He raised his knife and shouted.

Then the Eight Banner soldiers immediately pounced on the elders and scholars, kicking them to the ground without hesitation. The Eight Banner officer grabbed the elder who had previously criticized him the most, and slammed the hilt of his sword into the elder's mouth, knocking out a mouthful of his already broken teeth. The elder screamed, spitting out blood and teeth. He looked at the Eight Banner officer with some bewilderment; after all, theoretically they were on the same side, and he was playing the role of a loyal subject of the Qing Dynasty. But these soldiers were the enemies of the Qing Dynasty. Why were the Qing army beating them alongside the enemy?
"You bastard, I've put up with you for far too long."

The Eight Banners officers, just like the Qing troops who followed the foreign devils in suppressing the Boxers, cursed arrogantly, acting as if they were borrowing the tiger's power.

The other Eight Banner soldiers were just as ruthless as him.

These guys were already seething with anger, but they didn't dare to vent it before because they weren't strong enough. Now that they have the Heavenly Soldier Lord backing them up, of course they want to let loose.

The scene descended into chaos. Heavenly soldiers were shooting down servants who tried to attack them, Eight Banner soldiers were beating elders and scholars, and bystanders, fearing being caught in the crossfire, were fleeing in disarray. Dezhao and the others in the prison cart were screaming. No one noticed a golden light descending from the sky...

An elderly man being beaten by Manchu soldiers was the first to see it.

"Immortal Venerable! The Immortal Venerable has descended!"

As he was pinned to the ground by the Eight Banners soldiers, he stretched out his hands and screamed as if he were seeing a savior.

Poor thing, his white beard was covered in blood.

The Eight Banners soldiers holding him up looked up in astonishment at the figure with outstretched wings in the sky. Having seen the Immortal Venerable in the capital, he immediately knelt down instinctively.

"Quickly welcome the Immortal Venerable!"

he shouted.

People quickly regained their senses amidst the chaos, abandoning the fighting and kneeling before the figure in the sky. The surviving elders and scholars, in particular, knelt with perfect form, each one resembling Song Jiang from the classic Water Margin, their bodies hunched low, their heads practically buried in the ground.

"Can anyone tell me what you're doing?"

Yang Feng looked down from the sky at the men kneeling on the ground in fear and trembling.

"Reporting to the Immortal Venerable, your disciple was ordered to escort the descendants of Dorgon to Yangzhou for execution. The Qing demons escorting them south claimed to have encountered obstruction from these Qing demons, and some of them even blasphemed the Immortal Venerable. Therefore, your disciple had no choice but to shoot them to execute them. However, their followers are numerous and not only refuse to submit to the law, but also instruct their followers to attack your troops. Therefore, your disciple had no choice but to defend yourself. As for why these Qing demons are killing each other, your disciple does not quite understand. After all, in principle, they are your enemies."

The cavalry officer quickly spoke up.

Yang Feng's order was indeed to escort Dezhao and the others to Yangzhou for public execution.

Whether Yangzhou dares to accept the offer is not something Yang Feng needs to consider.

"Your Excellency, this servant was ordered by Prince Kang to escort the descendants of Dorgon south to be handed over to the Heavenly Army. However, these scoundrels claim to be loyal to the Great Qing, accusing this action of betraying the country and disgracing the nation. They even call Prince Kang Qin Hui and Your Excellency a golden dog, which is blasphemous to Your Excellency. Although this servant is a Qing official, I know that Your Excellency is a true immortal, so I could not tolerate it. Therefore, I beat these scoundrels severely. This servant was ordered to hand over the descendants of Dorgon to the Heavenly Army, and now the handover has been completed. If Your Excellency grants permission, this servant will return to the capital to report back." The Eight Banners officer quickly said.

His Eight Banner soldiers all confirmed that this was indeed the case.

Regardless of the relationship between the Celestial Venerable and the Qing Dynasty, a deity is a deity. Even if they are enemies, their reverence for the Celestial Venerable is genuine.

Of course, I can't tolerate these bastards blaspheming the immortals.

"The Immortal's enmity with the Great Qing is a public matter, while our reverence for the Immortal is a private matter. Even when Wei and Shu were enemies during the Three Kingdoms period, as Wei people, we still respected Prime Minister Zhuge. How can we allow these dogs to desecrate him?"

The Eight Banners officer said angrily.

It's clear he's well-versed in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Alright, you've finished your errands, you can go back now."

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

These Eight Banner soldiers are basically useless. It is estimated that when they face the Heavenly Army in the future, they will have no choice but to surrender.

The Eight Banner soldiers quickly prostrated themselves on the ground to express their gratitude, then got up with a sigh of relief, mounted their horses, and left.

"What about you?"

Yang Feng looked at the elders and scholars.

"Immortal Venerable, Immortal Venerable has descended, driving out the Tartars and sweeping away the stench of war! This world is saved! I never thought that in my twilight years I would be able to see the Han people in their traditional attire again!"

An elder who had previously vowed to follow the Qing Dynasty to the death shouted excitedly.

After shouting, she symbolically wiped away a single tear squeezed from the corner of her eye.

"The Immortal Venerable descends, the Han Dynasty is restored, and all the lands sing praises of a prosperous age!"

"The world is saved!"

……

The other elders and scholars also cheered excitedly.

All around was a burst of joyful laughter, as if watching a clown performance.

It must be said that the audience has already witnessed far too many fantastical dramas today. The fact that the imperial court captured its own prince and handed him over to the enemy is already quite fantastical, but for a group of gentry to come and obstruct them under the banner of national subjugation is even more fantastical. Similarly, when the enemy came to take over, the imperial troops and the enemy together suppressed these people who seemed genuinely loyal to the Qing Dynasty—that's even more fantastical. Then, those whom the court had portrayed as demons came, who had previously shouted their loyalty to the Qing Dynasty, suddenly knelt down without hesitation, chanting "Singing praises to the prosperous age," pledging their loyalty to this demon…

What the hell is all this?!
It was so chaotic it was dazzling and overwhelming.

"Look, these are the so-called well-read scholars, the literary stars descended to earth, spouting benevolence and righteousness, and writing with lofty ideals."

When Li Zicheng arrived, they shouted, "May the Great Shun Emperor live ten thousand years!"

When the Qing demons arrived, they shouted that the whole world was singing songs of prosperity.

When I arrived, they shouted "Eight Desolations Sing of the Prosperous Age!" to me without hesitation.

They lack benevolence, righteousness, morality, propriety, integrity, and a sense of shame; they have none of righteousness. All they want is to be officials, to sit in the yamen and issue decrees to punish you. They don't care who the emperor is; they just want to ride on your heads. As long as they ride on your heads, they are wise and benevolent rulers. If they are allowed to exploit you to the bone, they are wise and benevolent rulers worthy of their praise for generations. On the contrary, those who skin corrupt officials alive are tyrants whom they curse for generations.

So which do you want? The wise and benevolent ruler they've praised for generations, or the tyrant they've cursed for generations?

Yang Feng shouted to the people.

"tyrant!"

"tyrant!"

……

The latter erupted in excited shouts.

Yang Feng nodded, then looked at the officer.

"Shoot them, kill all these bastards."

He said.

The officer immediately stood up, raised his gun at top speed, aimed at the kneeling elders and scholars in front of him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Gunshots rang out, and the old man who was still shouting "Singing praises of a prosperous age across the eight directions" immediately fell down.

At the same time, the other soldiers rose as quickly as possible, raised their guns, and aimed them at the elders and scholars before them. One by one, they pulled the triggers, and as they swiftly fired and loaded their bullets, muzzle flashes erupted, and the elders and scholars fell one after another. All around, cheers erupted; the people shouted in jubilation, and then rushed without hesitation towards Handan City behind them, Cheng'an to their east, and Cizhou to their south.

On the vast plains, the able-bodied men of villages gathered together, forming a sweeping torrent that engulfed government offices and the mansions of gentry.

Of course, Yang Feng had no interest in these matters anymore. The heavenly troops in the south would quickly move north, and after Yin Tai fled back to Tongguan, Luoyang and Kaifeng would be connected, and the Qing army would no longer dare to harass them.

As for him...

"Take them to Yangzhou!"

Yang Feng addressed the cavalrymen.

(End of this chapter)