It was really silence. Seeing Mao Jue's gloomy face suddenly breaking in, the scholars who had become frightened because of the sudden chaos on the street were even more arrogant and did not dare to show up.

In addition to two Yangzhou thin horses, there were seven scholars left. Except for Luo Zhen, the other six were all here. Song Yi, a scholar in Jiangzuo, was the first to shout in disbelief.

"Are you still alive?"

"Brother Song, who is this?"

It seemed that he knew him. Looking at Mao Jue's familiar set of Ming army armor, a scholar wearing women's clothing next to him whispered in surprise and pulled Song Yi's sleeves.

"Deputy General of Tieyi of Dongjiang, Mao Wenlong's son, Mao Jue!"

Except for Wu Qing and Song Yi, the remaining scholars and literati suddenly relaxed, especially the women's clothing boss just now, who jumped up arrogantly.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go down and see what happened? Do you know who is sitting here? It's disturbing the noble man, be careful that your dog hat can't be worn!"

"That's right, what kind of place is this? You guys dare to break into it!"

"Get down!"

Indeed, there are more than 40 people here, each of whom is a famous family. There are not many ministers in the family who have ever been sent to sit here. It is not uncommon for a grand sect to be a grand sect. There are no civilians here. This is why Luo Zhen tried so hard to squeeze into this circle. When he heard that Mao Jue was just a military officer, a group of scholars became alive again, and they all roared and shouted, with a look of disgust on his face.

But they didn't pay any attention to this circle. The most core people in this circle were Chen Dacheng, Wu Ercheng, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, Wu Qing, the nephew of the Shanxi governor Wu Yan, and Song Yi, the son of the Censor of Jiangnan Road, looked shocked and suspicious.

"Neighteen, aren't you? You're so lucky!"

Suddenly, Mao Jue's face seemed to be thawed a little, and suddenly a smile appeared slightly. Although a deputy general was really not an official here, he seemed to think Mao Jue's words were envious compliments. The women's clothing boss, a certain inspector's censor, still held his arms proudly, and snorted coldly with a sense of superiority.

"You are a poor man, forever..., huh..."

The disdain on his face remained, but it froze. He looked at Mao Jue in disbelief. Then the scholar wearing rouge and dressed in colorful clothes spit out a mouthful of blood. Mao Jue turned his head and sprayed it on the murderous Liaodong Iron Guard armor behind him.

The Mitsubishi Army's stabs hang down, and the red blood lowered down drop by drop. With a bang, the scholar turned up to the ground and died with a bang. The whole room became silent again.

"You, how dare you... kill... kill..."

Pointing at Mao Jue's nose, the black-robed scholar next to him shouted in disbelief again.

"Yeah, I dare!"

The prick blade was raised again, full of sneer, and Mao Jue stabbed the knife hard again. At the same time, Mao Lu suddenly pulled out the knife.

"kill!"

Click~

Pooh~

"Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Give me your life!"

Tick ​​~ Tick ~

It takes more than ten years to raise a person, but in the moment of killing, the bayonet turned red, the waist knife slashed horizontally, and blood splattered on the thin screen wall, covering the gorgeous and beautiful chapters with a layer of scarlet red. Even those who kneel down and beg for mercy can't escape this knife. Although Mao Jue's revenge seemed very small before this torrent of history, it also reflected in this historical trend.

When these high-ranking ruling classes no longer regard the lives of the common people as human lives, hatred begins to accumulate. When these high-ranking rulings are the most arrogant and complacent, the vigorous peasant uprising will burn the glory of a dynasty like burning all the world-destroying flames.

These scholars from aristocratic families thought they could bully or even deprive Mao Jue of such a small court hawk, but they didn't expect that Mao Jue had the courage to ignore their authority and even killed their lives by backhand.

"Give me a break, let me go, I, my uncle is the Minister of Personnel. I, I will let him promote your official position, let me spare my life!"

Click~

The bayonet was stabbed in from behind, and it was revealed from the chest, and a mouthful of blood was squeezing. The last scholar who attended the banquet, or a certain young man from a certain family, also fell into his blood. Killing people was a job of hard work. After stabbing several people, Mao Jue couldn't help but breathe, breathing slightly.

There were more than forty people, only the seven people left. Looking at the blood in the room in amazement, Song Yi couldn't help but scream.

"You, you really dare to kill..., you are not afraid..."

"Bojing!"

After reaching out to interrupt Song Yi's words, Wu Qing actually hugged her fist and bowed deeply.

"General Mao, Wu is deeply sorry for the offense a few days ago and apologizes to you!"

"Brother Wu!"

Song Yi and the others immediately shouted in shock, and Wu Qing was so anxious that she quickly glared at him with a fierce look. Then she smiled a little more and clasped her fists to her.

"General Mao, Mr. Wu has been discussing with his brothers these days. There is no warrior in the entire Ming Dynasty who is more brave and good at fighting than the general. Like the waste on the city wall, he can't even compare with the general's little finger!"

Mao Jue picked up his arm as if interested, and the bayonet swayed on his right hand. A few drops of blood were thrown off. He received great encouragement. Wu Qing's voice became a little quick and excited again, and continued to speak even more quickly.

"General Mao, I'm not afraid to reveal it to you. Our Wu family, Song family, Li family and Fushe, Mr. Zhang Pu and Zhang are planning to help Jiangdong Dashen, Zhou Yanru and Lord Zhou return to the position of Grand Secretary of the Cabinet! At that time, Wu is also the position of governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and it is just the time for the Japanese riots in Jiangnan to rise again. It is the day when General Mao shows his skills. At that time, I am the general Hu Zongxian and General Qi Jiguang, my life, will it be a pleasure?"

"Brother Wu?"

Song Yi interrupted Wu Qing's words anxiously again. This matter was top secret. Once it was leaked, several families involved might suffer a catastrophe. After all, Zhou Yanru was defeated by the current chief assistant Wen Tiren, and Old Wen is famous for holding a grudge. He said this to Mao Jue, which is equivalent to sending the lifelines of several families to Mao Jue.

He ignored him at all, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead, and Wu Qing was still staring at Mao Jue's face.

It seemed that a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Mao Jue suddenly clasped his fists and saluted Chen Dacheng, who was stunned on the other end.

"You are Lord Zhaomo Chen of the Ministry of Personnel. Is your uncle the father-in-law who is getting engaged?"

Luo Zhen had a list of who was invited tonight. When Luo Ning came, he repeated the story to him. He remembered the enemies well no matter how well. The only middle-aged man in his forties could only be Chen Dacheng. Unexpectedly, Mao Jue actually saluted extremely respectfully, and the few people who saw him were shocked.

I have never seen such a bloody scene. More than 40 people were killed in front of me by one. Chen Dacheng had long been scared. Now Mao Jue ignored Wu Qing and turned to worship him. Although he didn't know what it meant, this guy quickly waved his hands at the steps, sweating all over his head.

"I dare not take it! I dare not take it!"

"Since it was a marriage signed by my uncle, Mao wanted to meet my wife who had not passed away. My father-in-law should not object, right?"

"Oh? Meet? OK! Let's see you now! I'll send someone to bring Jiaojiao here..."

"No need, I'll go see her by myself!"

Speaking of this, Mao Jue's muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch. He subconsciously placed his hand on the new wound, then calmed down his smile and tilted his head to the guards beside him.

"Escort Lord Chen and several young masters!"

"Please, please!"

The bayonet, which was still dripping with blood, swayed in the hideous smile of the Liaodong guards. Seeing that Mao Jue had turned around and went downstairs, the few people who had survived the disaster had no choice but to follow him tremble.

Except for Mao Jue's command, there are no living people in the entire Soft Red Building. This is like the consequences of previous peasant wars. It will always hurt innocent people. Those clients and madams are not good people, and they deserve to die. As for those poor women, they can help them get rid of the sea of ​​suffering. Although they are fierce when they kill, even the officials on the ground will be timid, even if they are the Beijing officials, their legs will be trembling. They will have to support them with two Iron Rebels. They will not be able to escape like this.

"How is it, have you found it..."

He didn't dare to follow in. When Mao Jue came out, Luo Ning rushed to the front again. But immediately, her face was pale in an instant, and all the seven people following him saw her!

Just as her body was stiff, Mao Jue patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry!"

As soon as he reached out to hold the reins of the horse, Mao Jue pushed his hand to Luo Ning, and in fear, he pulled her onto the horse.

"Go to Chen's Mansion!"

Behind him, the fire started to burn, and the wooden restaurant instantly burned into a huge torch.

More than this place, tonight, the entire Hangzhou city was burning in the anger of a boy.

The city defense is like a bucket. What determines its strength is not the longest board, but the shortest board. Once the Wulin Gate breaks, the other gates also lose their determination to resist. They let Hangzhou Prefecture scream with all their might. They can't stop the retreat of these guards who could not get military pay and bear huge taxes. It seems that they have regained the majesty of the Wufeng ship owner Wang Zhi's era. The real Japanese and pirates excitedly held their weapons and rushed in from the loaches in the South Sanmen into the field.

"The leader has an order to go to the wealthy family and not rape and plunder the common people! Whoever dares to destroy the leader's way for the next time will be killed!"

With the response, the shops on both sides of the street, the mansions of the gentry and the large yards of merchants were all affected. Just as the last battle in Nagasaki was copied, there were raging fire everywhere.

At this time, Mao Jue's troops also arrived in front of Chen's mansion.

"Oh, Master, you are back!"

He was also shocked by the scene in front of him. Seeing Chen Dacheng returning with a team of "official troops" at the door, the old housekeeper of the Chen family couldn't help but come up excitedly.

However, on the other side, Song Yi, who was being held, turned his head to the south in great horror. In his eyes, the house there was burning with a raging fire.

"Then, that's the Song Mansion in Hangzhou! My home!"

"Yeah, that's right!"

Dozens of Yiwu guards hugged each of the red boxes and rushed forward, opened the lid of the box, lifted up the things inside, and Mao Jue slowly turned around and answered casually.

"This..., uncle..."
Chapter completed!