Chapter 127: Hallucination, All Hallucinations (Silver Alliance Leader Nuan Yang 1314 Bonus Chapter)

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

He wore a black gauze flat-topped headcloth and a double-ring round-collared robe.

Yamen Runners of Ying Tian Fu Prefecture, wearing bestowed plaques at the waist, carrying iron rulers, holding waist knives, and concealing iron cords, ran swiftly on stone slabs.

These Yamen Runners all had flushed faces, their eyes full of ecstasy.

The ones being raided and arrested this time were a famous great magnate within Jinling City.

Master Lin of the East, known as Lin Wan San!

Saying his family wealth was ten thousand strings of cash was an insult to Master Lin of the East.

Many said Master Lin of the East had at least a million in family assets.

In the home of such a super-rich man, perhaps even the bricks on the ground were made of silver.

Just casually grabbing some would be enough for them to enjoy endlessly.

In the past, such good fortune was the work of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

This time, because Master Lin of the East was a member of the Eunuch Party, to prevent the Embroidered Uniform Guard controlled by the Eunuch Party from leaking word, this good fortune instead fell to these Yamen Runners of Ying Tian Fu Prefecture.

The chance to get rich was right before their eyes, and they ran as if flying.

At the street corner, a house door was half-closed.

The youth behind the door stared fixedly at the Yamen Runners running past quickly, while silently counting in his heart.

After a moment, he turned to instruct his companion, "They are heading for the Jiao Lian's home, seventy-two people."

His companion nodded, turned around, and ran.

He ran into the house, picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, and skillfully operated it to turn it on.

"01, 01, calling 01."

Amidst the static, Lin Dao's somewhat low response soon came from the walkie-talkie.

"This is 01, speak."

"This is Eagle Eye Position Seven, seventy-two Ying Tian Fu Yamen Runners are quickly approaching Eagle's Nest."

On Lin Dao's side, he was silent for a moment.

"Understood, continue observing."

Putting down the walkie-talkie, Lin Dao, sitting in the chair, closed his eyes.

"I still underestimated human greed."

His fingers lightly tapped the armrest, "Actually, I am also greedy."

"If not for coveting the summer tax and autumn grain, I would not have endured until now."

"Jinling City should have been taken long ago."

This was not boasting; Lin Dao truly thought so.

It was not because he thought the Yongwei Camp he raised and trained was so good at fighting, but because the garrison troops of Jinling City were too terrible.

As for how terrible they were.

Flip through historical records and look at the records of the Wokou running rampant during the Jiajing era less than a hundred years ago.

Back then, a few dozen Wokou could run rampant in Jiangnan, killing all the way to beneath the city of Ying Tian Fu Prefecture.

The garrison troops, said to number 120,000, sent troops to clash with the Wokou once.

As a result, Commander Zhu Xiang died in battle, Vice Commander Jiang Sheng was seriously wounded, and the Ming Army lost several hundred men.

The panicked garrison troops closed all the city gates, allowing a few dozen Wokou to strut about outside the city.

And this was the combat power of the Ming Dynasty's Ying Tian Fu Prefecture garrison troops.

A hundred years ago, the garrison troops' combat power was so poor; a hundred years later, not only had they not improved, they had become even worse.

Lin Dao had seen many of the Ying Tian Fu Prefecture garrison troops.

Those who cooked, carried plates, and wiped decks on the Flower Boat, the craftsmen during the refurbishment of Ju Bao Lou, the peddlers and runners on the Street, those playing music in the Garden, farming and fishing, and so on and so forth.

Just like the Imperial Guards of Bianliang City during the Jingkang period.

Except for military matters, they did everything and knew everything, they just did not know how to fight.

As for the rumored 120,000 garrison troops.

In the early Ming Dynasty, the Ying Tian Fu Prefecture garrison troops indeed numbered over 100,000.

But over more than 200 years, under the joint efforts of civil officials and military generals, most of the garrison troops had become centenarians drawing salaries on the military rolls.

On the military rolls, there were even old soldiers who were 200 years old and still drawing salaries.

Actually, within and without all of Jinling City, the truly usable troops and horses.

Were over 10,000 at the Da Xiao Xiao Chang, 2,000 at the Divine Machine Camp, 3,000 at the Patrol Camp, and 5,000 at Xinjiangkou.

The core military strength of all of Jinling City was just these.

Moreover, military pay had long been in arrears; the military households were all busy working to survive, and weeds grew on the Xiao Chang Shang with no one training.

No wonder Lin Dao looked down on the Ming Army.

Such a so-called army had not a shred of combat power.

Opening his eyes, Lin Dao stood up.

He swept his gaze over the young bodyguards whose eyes were full of longing to achieve merit and establish careers.

"Don armor!"

Inside they wore silk lining, outside they wore head-covering chain mail armor.

The outermost layer was a full set of lamellar armor linked by countless steel plates, and various auxiliary protective gear for different parts.

Pibi, shin guards, crotch guards, iron skirts, iron gloves, arm guards, shoulder guards, lamellar armor, neck guards, helmets, face armor.

The full set of equipment was ordered by Lin Dao from a Machinery Processing Factory in the Modern World, spending money.

Although the average thickness is less than one millimeter, they are all made of carbon steel.

After heat treatment, they possess extremely strong defensive power.

The full set of armor undergoes polishing, cloud patterning, grinding, and coloring.

The whole body is primarily ink-blue, with laser-engraved inscription patterns.

Lin Dao said it was for filming, and the Factory even ostentatiously added a white feather to every helmet~~~

In appearance, they are exquisite like artifacts.

On the Chongzhen Spacetime side, it is still in the early stage of entrepreneurship, so investing more capital is understandable.

The armor leaves clang, the sound crisp like vibration.

With the assistance of the Auxiliary Soldiers, the young Bodyguards put on the armor one after another, which was relatively too large for their figures.

This kind of armor, only Lin Dao's Bodyguards are qualified to wear.

One after another, human-shaped Iron Armor Canned Foods stand like a forest.

The white feathers atop the helmets sway slightly in the wind, looking very cool.

"You."

Lin Dao, similarly dressed neatly, stood on the Stairs and spoke, "Do you know why it is white feathers?"

The young Bodyguards fell silent, waiting for the Jiao Lian to continue speaking.

"That is because, you must use the enemy's fresh blood to dye your white feathers red!"

"When on leave in the Yingjun, have you heard storytellers lecture on Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

The Bodyguards nodded one after another.

The Lord does not permit leaving the Yingjun, nor does he permit them to enter Jinling City.

When on leave, the most interesting pastime in the Yingjun is listening to storytelling.

Among them, Romance of the Three Kingdoms is the most popular.

"My favorite is Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong of Changshan."

"White horse, white robe, seven advances and seven retreats at Changban Po, what heroic spirit!"

"Today, you are about to follow me on campaign to rescue the suffering common people."

Lin Dao clapped his hands.

Soon Chen Yuanyuan and others came out with a group of ladies.

Each lady held a piece of silk white robe, came before the young Bodyguards, and put them on for them.

Dong Xiaowan held a white robe and came before Lin Dao.

Chen Yuanyuan and Li Xiangjun unfolded the white robe.

Dong Xiaowan tied it for him.

After the women withdrew, Lin Dao slowly raised a hand.

"I give each of you a white robe."

"Hope you can fight bravely like Zhao Zilong of Changshan, dyeing the battle robe with blood!"

He Calm Breath "Ten Thousand Victories!"

The young Bodyguards with Accelerated Breath raised their arms and shouted in unison.

"Fight for the Jiao Lian!"

"Ten Thousand Victories!"

"Ten Thousand Victories!!"

"Ten Thousand Victories!!!"

On the street, a large squad of Constables finally arrived at Lin Dao's Home's Da Men.

Even though they were tired from running all the way, sweat beads on their faces seemed to be smiling.

Getting rich was right before their eyes, and someone was already thinking about where to have fun at night.

They must first eat and drink heartily, then find a little mistress.

The Constable Chief with dignified appearance stepped forward, raised his hand and smashed it against the Da Men.

He was ready to shout 'By imperial order to arrest people~~~'

But amidst a 'hiss' sound, the Da Men slowly opened a crack.

It simply had no door bolt.

The Constable Chief was stunned, then changed color.

'Could it be they got the news in advance and fled?'

He hurriedly raised both hands and pushed open the Da Men.

Inside the Da Men, the shadow wall had vanished, and what met the eye were rows of Iron Armor men in full body armor.

The wind blew, the white feathers on the Iron Armor men's helmets trembled slightly, and the white robes behind them fluttered.

The Constable Chief stared blankly at the scene before him, eyes wide and mouth agape, standing stupidly without reacting.

After a moment, he stepped back and closed the Da Men.

The Constable Chief standing before the Da Men rubbed his eyes hard.

"Illusion, all Illusion."

Shook Head hard, the Constable Chief's Expression became resolute again.

He straightened his Waist and raised his hand again to push open the Da Men.

Immediately, he stood there blankly again, motionless like a sculpture.

The Constables behind him looked at each other.

What's wrong with the Constable Chief?

Opening and closing, standing there in a daze — what for?

A constable stepped forward, poked his head in to look, and also turned into a statue.

More constables stepped forward.

Those who saw it all froze in place.

Those who couldn't see subconsciously squeezed forward, finally shoving the main gate wide open.

Everything inside was finally fully revealed before the constables.

"Jia Ding, control the city gate."

"Yi Ding, control the armory."

"Bing Ding, seal off the main traffic intersections."

"Ding Ding, assemble here with me."

"All observation posts continue observing."

"All departments outside the city concentrate at Shangfang Gate."

Having finished assigning tasks, Lin Dao handed the walkie-talkie in his hand to the youthful personal guard beside him.

He turned his head, looking toward Chen Yuanyuan and the others.

He didn't speak, merely nodding slightly.

Turning his head back, he put on his helmet and fastened the face armor, striding outward in large steps.

Watching Lin Dao's figure leave the courtyard gate, the three women returned to the room and shut the door.

They sat around on chairs, silent and wordless.

After a moment, Dong Xiaowan raised her hand, removed her hairpin, and gripped it tightly in her hand.

Hesitating a moment, Chen Yuanyuan also removed her hairpin.

Li Xiangjun sighed helplessly, followed suit removing her hairpin, the sharp point aimed at herself.

They didn't know what Lin Dao was going to do.

But a man leaving in full armor couldn't possibly be going to perform in a grand opera.

Privately hiding armor is a capital crime; this many sets of armor is enough to exterminate the whole clan.

Under the terrifying collective punishment system, if the man fails to succeed.

The fate of us womenfolk will be extremely tragic, the kind too horrible to behold.

Rather than endure pain and humiliation then, better to end it ourselves now.

Arriving at the front courtyard, glancing at the many constables blocking the doorway, Lin Dao let out a low shout.

"Kill your way out!"

Amidst a continuous clanging of 'qiang lang' sounds.

The armored soldiers who had been like sculptures moments before, in unison drew their waist blades, striding in a surge toward the frightened-stupid constables.

The one-sided slaughter ended quickly, dozens of constables fallen before the gate and on the street.

Tall, sturdy horses were led out; Lin Dao nimbly mounted his horse.

The many armored soldiers clustered around him, galloping toward Ju Bao Lou, just one street away.

The report from the walkie-talkie: Ning Jinbo personally leading men to raid and confiscate.

Since this noble lord is jumping around so eagerly, then let's use him as the first strike to sacrifice the flag.

Along the way forward, courtyard gates kept opening, large batches of armored soldiers emerging to join the ranks.

When Ju Bao Lou opened for business, Lin Dao was already doing the preliminary preparations for seizing the city.

He purchased multiple estates, bringing the soldiers from outside the city in batches to settle them inside.

At this time, the soldiers mobilized inside the city numbered over a thousand.

Give him two more months, and he could settle several thousand more inside.

Lin Dao on horseback raised his head to the sky.

The sunlight was bright and warm, gentle and balmy.

It's a fine day for heaven and earth to take on a new look!

End of Chapter