Chapter 640: Troops March to Hangzhou Prefecture, Execute Wu Shanyan!

The mutiny of the Luomu Battalion in Hangzhou, developing to this point, has an extremely clear context.

In the third year of Wanli, the court began to cast coins. In the fourth year of Wanli, the nine battalions of Zhejiang began to issue new money. Until before the twelfth year of Wanli, it was nine *qian* of silver per month, mainly based on Wanli Tongbao, because the large inflow of red copper from Luzon made it possible to use new money as military pay.

The reason why Wanli Tongbao could not circulate in Zhejiang was indeed due to the incompetence and indulgence of Zhejiang Governor Wu Shanyan. On the other hand, the quantity of big money in the Zhejiang ground was insufficient. The Great Ming did not have copper furnaces to cast coins in the Zhejiang ground.

And in the twelfth year of Wanli, the nine battalions that returned to the camp after patrolling and preventing floods were shocked to find that their pay had been reduced. For the soldiers who had just finished patrolling and preventing floods, this was completely unacceptable. And the means the soldiers chose to resist was to go to the Prefectural Yamen self-bound to ask for an explanation.

"If they are not satisfied with three *qian* of silver per month, then go home and farm!" Wu Shanyan shook his hands hard and said angrily: "What a big deal. They have already received full pay for twenty years. What else are they dissatisfied with!"

"In the Great Ming border towns, there are those who have been owed pay for decades, humph! A group of ignorant people who don't understand the court's difficulties!"

Yan Shixuan looked at Wu Shanyan and said blankly: "In the northern border towns, they are owed pay, but there is still land to farm. Even if they are exploited layer by layer, they can still leave some food in the end, which can be considered as basically maintaining survival. But our Zhejiang nine battalions, without military pay, what do they eat, what do they drink? One *dou* of rice is twelve *jin*, which costs one *qian* of silver. Three *qian* a month is not even enough to eat!"

Regarding the issue of military pay arrears in the northern border towns of the Great Ming, the imperial court was able to recklessly default on payments in the past entirely because it treated the border troops as nothing more than convict soldiers. When there were no disasters, they were not paid; when disasters struck, they were given a little silver to tide them over. For so many years, they had indeed survived this way because the northern military colonies and guard posts all had land to farm.

But the Zhejiang nine battalions are guest soldiers. Guest soldiers are soldiers who are separated from the land. If you don't give food and give three *qian* of silver, that is letting the soldiers die!

"A group of dead soldiers!" Wu Shanyan's private secretary said viciously: "These nine battalions shouldn't have been established in the first place. After fighting, they should have been allowed to go home and farm!"

The placement of guest soldiers is the number one difficulty. Wu Shanyan's idea is exactly the same as his private secretary's. They think that the Zhejiang nine battalions are all burdens. Now that the Japanese pirates are no longer making trouble, the guest soldiers should all get out, instead of letting them receive salary in the nine battalions. Giving them three *qian* of silver is already a great kindness!

Yan Shixuan worked as a supervisor in Songjiang Prefecture and served as an official in Songjiang Prefecture. The people he came into contact with were figures like Wang Daokun, Shen Shixing, and Xu Bingzheng. Even if it was the Jin Party of the conservative faction, they were reformists within the conservative faction similar to Yao Guangqi and Yan Shixuan. No matter what faction, the officials who could roll in the big melting pot of Songjiang Prefecture were all capable officials.

Yan Shixuan really found it difficult to understand Wu Shanyan's thoughts. Those were 45,000 guest soldiers, especially those who were anti-Japanese heroes back then. They were forced to pick up weapons to defend their homes at the age of thirteen or fourteen and fought for more than ten years. The Japanese pirate trouble gradually ceased, and they are still very capable of fighting now.

The Zhejiang nine battalions, if they really make trouble, who can stop them?

Back then, for fear of the Japanese pirates making a comeback, the nine battalions were established. Now that the Japanese pirates don't come, they think the nine battalions are a burden? How can there be such a reason in the world?

Wu Shanyan and Yan Shixuan had nothing to say to each other, so Wu Shanyan took his private secretary and left the Prefectural Yamen, returning to the West Flower Hall.

"This Yan Shixuan has broken his brain by reading those things like *Contradiction Theory*, *Production Illustrations*, and *Class Theory*, which is why he believes in that set. What bottom-up? Where are the common people? I have been an official for thirty years, and I have never seen these ignorant people accomplish anything! Idiot." Wu Shanyan kept shaking a big fan.

The autumn tiger is hot enough to kill people. Hangzhou in the ninth month is still extremely hot. Wu Shanyan was very unhappy because of the mutiny and what Yan Shixuan said.

"Governor, do you want to..." The private secretary stretched out a hand, wiped it across his neck, and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "This Yan Shixuan, and this Ma Wenying, are both lowly people blocking the way. Get rid of them, and it will be done once and for all."

"This is not very good. Even if Yan Shixuan is a marginal figure in the Jin Party, he still bowed under Wang Jiaping's gate. If something really happens, we will be in big trouble. You go and get rid of Ma Wenying, and see what Yan Shixuan likes. He must touch one of wine, color, wealth, and spirit. If he doesn't touch any of them, send him the opium ball." Wu Shanyan felt that killing the soldier Ma Wenying was no problem. The key is to stabilize Yan Shixuan.

This Yan Shixuan is a bit capable and very difficult to deal with. A figure who could offend Shen Shixing and still retreat unscathed and be promoted, killing him would have endless troubles.

Killing an official has endless troubles, but killing a soldier is simple.

"The Governor is still wise. Killing Ma Wenying will knock the mountain and shake the tiger! If this Yan Shixuan really doesn't want to be decent, then help him be decent!" The private secretary smiled with twitching corners of his mouth and confirmed the target.

How simple is it to kill Ma Wenying? The private secretary didn't even write a document, but took a blank slip and sent it to the Prefectural Yamen prison.

The jailer got the blank slip and understood. This is that there is a tricky character that needs to be dealt with, and the work must be done beautifully. The best way is to commit suicide out of fear of crime.

"Ma Wenying..." Prison Warden Dong Chao looked at the blank slip in his hand. Over the years, this Prison Warden had done a lot of dirty work for Wu Shanyan. But now, he couldn't bring himself to do it to this Ma Wenying.

Jailer Xue Yunpu said with unbearable face: "Boss, why don't you find a death row prisoner to replace him? If it were someone else, that would be fine, but he is Ma Wenying, Ma Sanye, of the Luomu Battalion."

Ma Sanye is Ma Wenying's nickname in the world. He is a local from Zhejiang, the third in his family, the youngest son. When the Japanese pirate trouble broke out, his father was killed by Japanese pirates, his mother was humiliated to death by Japanese pirates, and his elder brother and second brother were all beheaded and piled up at the entrance of the village. Ma Wenying, a seven-year-old child back then, hid in the manure pit to escape a disaster.

Ma Wenying luckily escaped, begged for food everywhere by cheating and kidnapping, and finally lived by begging in front of the military camp in Yiwu, Zhejiang. Later, Hu Zongxian recruited guest soldiers, and twelve-year-old Ma Wenying joined the army, fighting against Japanese pirates and fearing no death.

After the Japanese pirate trouble gradually ceased, Ma Wenying began to lead the Luomu Battalion soldiers to patrol and prevent floods. In the Zhejiang ground, many common people had received the kindness of the Luomu Battalion soldiers.

Prison Warden Dong Chao and jailer Xue Yunpu, even if they had done countless rotten things and were no different from the evil ghosts in the eighteenth layer of hell, still couldn't bring themselves to do it.

"Replace him? You say it easily." Prison Warden Dong Chao sighed heavily and said: "If a death row prisoner is missing, can the private secretary and the Governor not know what happened?"

"They, they have no other skills, but they are very clear about these ghost tricks. Do it. If Ma San is cooperative, that would be the best."

"Alas, what kind of world is this."

Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu began to prepare food and water to send Ma Wenying on his way. In order to make Ma Wenying a full ghost on the road, Dong Chao even specially found a bottle of national cellar wine. National cellar wine is actually not good to drink, but it can be considered a comfort.

Ma Wenying, who fought for the Emperor all his life, had never seen the Emperor. Before he died, he could drink a mouthful of the Emperor's wine, which could be considered as not having such great resentment on the road to the underworld.

"Here?" Ma Wenying sat upright in the prison, not looking at the Prison Warden and jailer, but staring blankly at the moonlight cast from the skylight.

Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu looked at each other, looking at each other in dismay. Ma Wenying was too calm, calm as if he had expected them to come long ago.

There is great terror between life and death. Being able to face death calmly and generously, what kind of courage is this?

"Third Master, you have a head for grievances and a master for debts. This is the order from above. Don't blame us. We are also acting on orders. If you died unjustly, go find Wu Shanyan." Dong Chao brought the exquisite food to the table and filled the national cellar wine.

"Alas, where are there any ghosts or gods? I have killed so many Japanese pirates in my life. If there are really ghosts, why don't they come to find me?" Ma Wenying still had the heart to joke. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and didn't believe in the afterlife.

It would be best if the ghosts of the Japanese pirates could come, and kill him again!

"This place in Hangzhou, I'm tired of staying. Hangzhou food is terrible. When I'm about to die, I still have to eat this Hangzhou food." Ma Wenying obviously had great resentment toward Hangzhou food. There was a plate of vinegar fish on the table, and he was too lazy to even look at it.

Hangzhou is good everywhere, but this food is a bit lacking.

With roast chicken and peanuts, Ma Wenying drank the whole bottle of national cellar wine. He didn't even look at that plate of sour fish.

"Did Third Master know we were coming?" Dong Chao also sat cross-legged and asked blankly.

"Yan Shixuan is still too young." Ma Wenying was full of food and drink, leaned against the wall, looked at the skylight and said faintly: "He thought that officials would all follow the rules. The fact is that these officials are the ones who don't follow the rules the most."

"I followed Minister Hu, followed Minister Tan, traveled north and south, fought against Japanese pirates and walked I don't know how many miles, and saw a lot."

"Nothing, as long as the brothers get their military pay."

Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu immediately understood that Ma San is a real man. He knew his end from the beginning of the mutiny, but he still did it.

"Third Master, you are a hero, I admire you! If Third Master has anything else to explain, I will definitely help Third Master bring it." Dong Chao admired Ma Wenying's courage very much.

There are gods three feet above the head. Ma Wenying was died of resentment. If Dong Chao didn't bring the last words, Dong Chao would have to eat this causal retribution.

"In my life, I personally killed twenty-two Japanese pirates, which is enough." Ma Wenying showed a smile, as if he had returned to the battlefield where he fought back then.

"This patrol and flood prevention, I, Ma Wenying, did quite well. Receiving the court's military pay of nine *qian* a month, I have no regrets." Ma Wenying said his second last words.

Patrolling and preventing floods for six months, working for half a year, because I will be patrolling and preventing floods next year, so the embankment was repaired very well, because if something happened, I had to cover it myself.

"Great Ming, it's really good. I really want to see it a few more times, even if it's just two times." Ma Wenying, this iron-willed man, finally revealed sadness and infinite nostalgia for the world.

The Great Ming is changing with each passing day, and everything is changing. The cargo ships on the river are increasing, the merchant teams are endless, and every time he patrols, he can see children running all over the fields. Some thatched huts are also turning into brick and tile houses, and the muddy roads are gradually hardening.

Everything is so beautiful, but he can't see it anymore.

In the past, when patrolling, the common people avoided the patrolling soldiers like snakes and scorpions. As the soldiers prevented floods, trust was established between each other. Every time they patrolled, the common people would send things to the military camp, even if it was just an egg.

"Tell the Luomu Battalion soldiers that I committed suicide out of fear of crime, don't make trouble." Ma Wenying stood up, stretched, and said: "Send me on my way."

"Third Master..." Dong Chao pointed to Ma Wenying's belt, letting Ma Wenying hang himself.

"Also, don't make it difficult for you." Ma Wenying untied his belt, hung it on the beam, tried it, and it was very sturdy.

"Send Third Master." Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu had done too many dirty things. Ma Wenying was the only one they had seen who could be so calm, scaring these two evil jailers to kneel down directly, only hoping that after Ma Wenying died, his resentful ghost would not entangle them.

"I, Ma Wenying, have not lived in the world in vain." Ma Wenying grabbed the belt with both hands, did a pull-up, and put his head into it.

If you ask Ma Wenying what regrets he has, it is that he couldn't die on the battlefield back then. Now, suffering the bird anger of this group of dog officials, he is very aggrieved.

"Gone." Ma Wenying let go, the belt tightened, hung on his neck, his trachea was compressed, Ma Wenying couldn't breathe, and his face turned red.

"Send Third Master!" Dong Chao and Xue Yunpu kept kowtowing.

Yan Shixuan had something to discuss with Ma Wenying. He brought wine and food to the prison. According to Yan Shixuan's estimation, Ma Wenying would definitely not die if he was escorted to the capital.

His Majesty is a very simple person. As long as they have fought against Japanese pirates and killed Japanese pirates, officials and soldiers will get forgiveness from His Majesty.

Wang Chonggu was specially pardoned and privately forgiven by His Majesty because he had fought against Japanese pirates, so Yan Shixuan was very sure that Ma Wenying would not die.

Yan Shixuan felt that something was wrong as soon as he arrived at the prison and didn't see the Prison Warden. He stopped a jailer and rushed to Ma Wenying's cell, seeing Ma Wenying hanging on the beam, his eyes splitting with anger.

"Quick, take him down!" Yan Shixuan ran over with the fastest speed in his life, hugged Ma Wenying's legs, and pushed upward with force.

A useless scholar used all his strength at this moment, and finally managed to push the strong man Ma Wenying down.

The scene was a bit messy. Ma Wenying was pressed on Yan Shixuan, Yan Shixuan fell to the ground, panting, Prison Warden Dong Chao and jailer Xue Yunpu knelt on the ground, looking at each other.

"Ma San?" Yan Shixuan called out tentatively.

Ma Wenying was a bit confused and said blankly: "I'm alive."

"If you are alive, I am alive. If you die, I'm afraid His Majesty will let all the officials in the Zhejiang ground be buried with you." Yan Shixuan lay on the ground, still having lingering fears, and said: "Picking up a life, I am really lucky."

"The one who is lucky should be me." Ma Wenying turned over and revealed Yan Shixuan who was pressed under him, with a bit of honest smile and said: "I said you were young before, but it turned out you saved me."

Yan Shixuan sat on the ground, looking at the mess at the scene. He was thinking. This is a crisis, but also an opportunity. Whether he can grasp it depends on himself.

"Why did Prefect Yan run to this prison?" Dong Chao said very flatteringly, caught in the act of doing bad things by his immediate superior.

"Don't talk! I'm thinking!" Yan Shixuan scolded sternly. He sat on the ground, thought for nearly a quarter of an hour, and stood up as if he had made up his mind.

"Prefect Yan saved me and caused big trouble." Ma Wenying was not afraid of death, so naturally he was not afraid of these dog officials. Of course, compared to Wu Shanyan, Yan Shixuan was a person of flesh and blood.

Yan Shixuan said very definitely: "I know, isn't Wu Shanyan trying to force me to cover up this matter by killing you, and be a snake and a rat with him? After all, if the court investigates, I will be in big trouble too."

"Seeing you hanging, I rushed over without thinking. Now, I can't hang you up again, right? Then am I still a human?"

"Not necessarily." Ma Wenying smiled even more brightly. Saying that an official is a living person of flesh and blood is a compliment.

Yan Shixuan couldn't do things like letting people commit suicide out of fear of crime. Yan Shixuan came to the world to be a human, not a beast.

"Third Master, return to the Luomu Battalion, mutiny!" Yan Shixuan used two words to tell Ma Wenying his plan, mutiny.

The soldiers enter the city, break into Hangzhou City, and kill Wu Shanyan!

"Are you crazy?" Ma Wenying pointed to the belt hanging on the beam and said: "In this way, you will become the mastermind of the mutiny!"

Yan Shixuan said very definitely: "If the court blames me, I will cover it! Things have come to this point, we and Wu Shanyan and others, it's either you die or I die!"

"Kill! This is the only way to break the situation!"

*Contradiction Theory* told Yan Shixuan that the art of politics is compromise, but when the contradiction intensifies to an irreconcilable point, life-and-death struggle must never take a step back.

If Yan Shixuan hadn't saved Ma Wenying, that would be fine. Since he saved him, then he and Wu Shanyan are life-and-death enemies.

"Dong Chao, go and stabilize Wu Shanyan!" Yan Shixuan asked Prison Warden Dong Chao to deceive Wu Shanyan that he had succeeded, letting Wu Shanyan relax his vigilance.

"Me?" Dong Chao said blankly.

"You don't want Wu Shanyan to know that you didn't kill Ma Wenying, right? With his ruthlessness, can you see tomorrow morning's sun?" Yan Shixuan said very definitely.

"Uh... okay." Dong Chao knew he was on a pirate ship, and it was the kind that couldn't get off. At this point, the Prison Warden either chose to gather all the jailers to kill Yan Shixuan and Ma Wenying, or go to fool Wu Shanyan and his private secretary.

Dirty work is all invisible and cannot be done openly. Before, when sending wine and food to Ma Wenying, Dong Chao had to send away most of the jailers. Killing an official, if the court investigates, I'm afraid it's not something that one head can explain.

Besides, Ma Wenying is really capable of fighting. A few people couldn't subdue him. Ma Wenying is respected as Third Master among the people, and Ma Wenying is very popular.

"Four hundred and forty years ago, right here, Yue Fei was pulled to death by two jailers of the Southern Song Dali Temple." Yan Shixuan stomped his feet. He actually got it wrong. Hangzhou City's Prefectural Yamen and the prison of the Prefectural Yamen were not the Dali Temple of the Southern Song Dynasty back then. The Dali Temple was about 12 *li* west of Hangzhou Prefectural Yamen.

Pulled to death, not a bowl of poisonous wine at Fengbo Pavilion. Pulled to death is extremely painful. Two jailers put a rope on the chest and lungs, and then used a winch to pull it tight. The ribs broke and inserted into the heart, causing death.

When Emperor Gaozong of Song ordered the killing of Yue Fei back then, why didn't he dare to behead Yue Fei for public display? Instead, he chose this method of pulling to death? Because if he beheaded him for public display, I'm afraid it would trigger a mutiny.

Ma Wenying is an anti-Japanese hero. He feared no death when fighting against Japanese pirates and never looted the people when patrolling and preventing floods. In the eyes of Hangzhou people and Zhejiang people, Ma Sanye is a hero of Hangzhou. As long as he walks out alive, the soldiers' mutiny will become inevitable.

Yan Shixuan chose to make things completely big!

When Ma Wenying walked out of the Hangzhou Prefectural Yamen, the city gate did not open, but he walked very calmly to Yongchang Gate. The soldiers guarding Yongchang Gate were all soldiers of the Luomu Battalion. As soon as Ma Wenying appeared, under the flickering torchlight, the soldiers saw the marks on Ma Wenying's neck clearly.

At that moment, the anger of hatred and resentment was completely ignited!

Yongchang Gate opened with a creaking sound. The Luomu Battalion soldiers outside Yongchang Gate gathered in the night. The soldiers, taking advantage of the morning light of dawn, saw the marks on Ma Wenying's neck at a glance, and only anger remained in their eyes.

Ma Wenying saw this scene in his eyes. He could only say that Yan Shixuan was really a madman.

The Zhejiang nine battalions are also soldiers, a part of the war machine and violence. At the moment when violence loses control, no one can control the change of the situation.

But Yan Shixuan was not wrong. You die or I live, never stop until death.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers stood on the drill ground, smashing their hook-sickle spears into the ground with force. Along with the smashing, there was a neat and uniform shouting of killing.

Ma Wenying changed into his armor, held his helmet, waited until the morning sun rose, then reached out to signal everyone to be quiet, and shouted: "The Great General has words: Report to the Son of Heaven above, save the common people below. Since the establishment of the Zhejiang nine battalions, our department has achieved these eight words."

"There is a head for grievances and a master for debts. What Wu Shanyan owes us, the people of Hangzhou do not owe us. Entering the city today, only execute the chief evil! No one is allowed to burn, kill, or loot, and no one is allowed to disturb the people. Once discovered, military law will be dealt with!"

"Troops march to Hangzhou Prefecture, execute Wu Shanyan!"

Yang Tingyong, Zhang Wenyuan, Yang Zhi, and others raised their arms and shouted hysterically: "Troops march to Hangzhou Prefecture! Execute Wu Shanyan!"

Drums and horns began to sound. Ma Wenying sent two teams of scouts to inform the other battalion, the Jiuqu Battalion, which was guarding Hangzhou. This is another battalion of the nine battalions, which also just returned to the station after patrolling and preventing floods, was also reduced by six *qian* of silver in military pay, and was also exploited for several years.

Informing the Jiuqu Battalion to launch a mutiny is just not wanting to meet with weapons, but if the Jiuqu Battalion really wants to save Wu Shanyan, then there is no way, and it can only be killed until blood flows into a river.

The Luomu Battalion began to act to the sound of horns. In the process of heading to Yongchang Gate, the Jiuqu Battalion sent people to inform that they would respond to the Luomu Battalion's mutiny and would deploy defenses around Hangzhou City to prevent Wu Shanyan and his running dogs from fleeing.

Wu Shanyan, who woke up from his sleep, washed up under the service of two maids and stretched.

"Digest the food." Wu Shanyan teased the maid, then took his private secretary to the back garden outside the West Flower Hall. While walking, he asked: "How is Ma Wenying's matter handled?"

The private secretary smiled and said: "Governor, rest assured, the Prison Warden found me early this morning and told me that everything has been handled."

"In this way, Yan Shixuan will be a grasshopper on the same rope as us. No matter what, he has to find a way to cover up the mutiny. I found a few famous actors in Jiangnan. When the time comes, I will send them to Yan Shixuan's side. Once he knows the benefits of power, he won't hold those dog-fart articles like *Contradiction Theory* and *Class Theory* and do the spring and autumn dream of Great Ming restoration."

"The Great Ming is fine, where is the need for restoration."

"Hmm, very good. Private secretary, I am very relieved." Wu Shanyan held a yellow pear satin fan, swayed and walked ninety-nine steps, then stopped and said: "Walk a hundred steps after a meal, live to ninety-nine. Here, set up a hundred-step pavilion."

"Yes." The private secretary immediately bowed and said.

How much silver does it take to build a hundred-step pavilion? This is all up to Wu Shanyan. This is just finding an excuse to give some benefits to the private secretary and the people who do things. A pavilion costs three thousand *taels* of silver. It would be good if thirty *taels* could be used for the pavilion.

This has become a convention.

"What is the sound outside, so noisy?" Wu Shanyan frowned. He heard some noise outside. There was rarely such loud noise around the Prefectural Yamen. Unusual noise made Wu Shanyan feel an ominous feeling in his heart.

"Probably those poor people and laborers selling breakfast." The private secretary listened and didn't feel anything wrong. He said with a bit of helplessness: "These ignorant people are getting bolder and bolder. They dare to do the business of hawking to the Prefectural Yamen. I will let the yamen runners drive them away later. They cannot disturb the Governor's peace."

"Eh, not appropriate. Peddlers doing a little business, no need to drive them away." Wu Shanyan said on his lips that there was no need to drive them away.

But whether to drive them away or not depends on the private secretary's own understanding.

Wu Shanyan's meaning is that the bad name cannot be borne by him, Wu Shanyan, nor can it be borne by the Yamen. At this time, the yamen runners and some gangs in the city come in handy. Kick a few stalls, collect more silver, and no one will disturb Wu Shanyan's peace.

Lying in the Yamen study listening to the rustling bamboo, suspecting it is the sound of the people's suffering.

The noise outside was not the hawking of small vendors at all, but the arrival of the Luomu Battalion soldiers.

The battalion soldiers didn't even need to break the door. Throughout the whole process, no one dared to block the angry soldiers. After entering the Prefectural Yamen, Ma Wenying grabbed the jailer who was about to sign in and asked about Wu Shanyan's whereabouts. The jailer pointed to the back garden in a panic.

The battalion soldiers swarmed in and broke into the back garden.

The back garden of the East and West Flower Halls of Hangzhou Prefectural Yamen covered an area of more than thirty *mu*, with a nine-turn bridge, two lake depressions, three bamboo forests, two pavilions, and one Buddhist hall. When the battalion soldiers broke into the back garden, Wu Shanyan was discussing Buddhism with a high monk in the Buddhist hall.

"Wu Shanyan, fuck your mother!" Yang Tingyong was famously irritable, and a roar sounded in the Buddhist hall!

Wu Shanyan looked at the door in astonishment. Yang Tingyong took two quick steps, and his sand-pot-sized fist swung around and greeted Wu Shanyan's face. Until he took this punch, Wu Shanyan didn't know what had happened.

Didn't they already return the deducted grain and pay to the soldiers? Why are they still coming to make trouble, and even broke into the Buddhist hall?

Wu Shanyan was knocked out of three teeth by this punch, and his head was stepped under Yang Tingyong's feet. The stench came, and he saw Ma Wenying, who should have been dead, standing in front of the Buddhist hall door, with the morning sun rising behind him.

"Catch him, escort him to the prison! There are still Wu Shanyan's running dog gangs in the city. We must immediately catch or kill these running dogs to prevent changes!" Yan Shixuan's voice sounded.

Wu Shanyan knew he was completely finished, deceived by this Yan Shixuan who looked honest on the surface. Wu Shanyan thought he had been pitted by Yan Shixuan.

Yan Shixuan is not honest on the surface, he is really honest, he was completely forced.

"Good!" Only then did Ma Wenying remember that controlling the Prefectural Yamen was just the beginning. There was still a group of dog bastards in the city that needed to be cleaned up!

Yan Shixuan sat in the Prefectural Yamen. He directed the yamen runners to take gongs and drums to persuade the common people to go home and close their doors and windows. Anyone who enters without permission will be beaten to death. The soldiers of the Luomu Battalion and Jiuqu Battalion will not enter the homes of ordinary people, but there is bloody conflict outside, and watching the excitement will really kill people.

The gangs in the city usually only bully the common people. Facing the brave soldiers of the Zhejiang nine battalions, these running dogs of the gangs were not a single enemy. As long as one round, the soldiers could completely disperse the formation of these gangs, and then surround them and kill them one by one.

"Kill!" Zhang Wenyuan wiped the sweat and blood on his face and rushed toward the enemy formation with the Qi family army sword in his hand, if the formation of these gangs could be considered an enemy formation.

On this day, blood flowed into a river in Hangzhou City.

Prison Warden Dong Chao and jailer Xue Yunpu committed suicide. They used their own lives to save the lives of their families. ===== CHAPTER 641 =====