Three Mountains.

Countless torches illuminate the banks of the river at night.

There were crowds of people on the river bank, hundreds of thousands of militia waving their weapons, while small boats docked on the beach in front of them, and fishermen on the boat dragged prisoners one by one.

"Look, I caught a high-ranking official in a red robe."

"There is no shortage of red robes here!"

...

Amid the joyful shouts, Hu Er walked proudly, wrapped in the fishing net behind him with a red-robed official. He was like Smith dragging an alien, dragging on the beach by the river. The red-robed official kept humming in the fishing net, and spitting out some river water from time to time, like a bulging puffer fish, and the pheasant patch on his chest showed his identity as a second-rank official...

Well, this is Governor Dong.

The poor Governor Dong was not drowned in the Yangtze River, but he met Hu Er and other fishermen.

In fact, it was not just him. Most of the Hongguang troops who fell into the water were fished out of the river at this time, and there was indeed no shortage of senior officials.

Red robes are not rare, green robes are as numerous as dogs.

Especially there are a large number of scholars, who are all acting as staff members.

The main academies such as Yuelu Academy, Bailudong Academy, and Shigu Academy all have scholar groups.

They are even equivalent to military supervisors to a certain extent, replacing the officials and generals of the aristocratic families behind them who supervise the front line to prevent these guys from greeding too much money. They are donated by gentry from all over the country and local people. Of course, it is mainly local people, but these scholars are indeed responsible for supervision. In fact, at present, whether it is the State Supervision District, Hongguang District, or Guangdong, which are already considered autonomous, academies are becoming the center of gentry's political discussion.

The chiefs of major academies are even more like veterans of the Senate.

Shu said that the head of Yuelu Academy would go to Chengtian, and Emperor Hongguang would invite him to the palace to give him a banquet and meet him with the courtesy of his disciples.

The current Emperor Hongguang has a very wise and wise emperor style.

Very respectful to the wise and the wise.

At this point, he is almost the same as his brother.

It’s just that he is a gentleman who is a gentleman, and his brother is a troublemaker who is a humiliating person.

However, most of the people at the front of the escape team were in trouble, and most of them were in front. At this moment, these noble officials, Wenquxing, and young handsome men from generation to generation were dragged by the troublemakers like dead dogs. Then, while more troublemakers were humming and dragged in the beach and mud, they were also humming and poking them with their weapons. As the messy sticks, scabbards, and even the spear handles were poking them powerlessly.

"Dog official, you have today too!"

A shrew suddenly rushed out of the crowd and then pricked a needle on the butt of a green robe.

The latter screamed.

He should be the recognized grain supervisor. In order to save money for his hometown, Dong Yu's army sent officials from various places in Nanzhili to collect grain from various places.

This is also one of the reasons why gentry in Xuancheng and other places turned against each other.

After the stalemate continues, they still have to pay for Dong Yu to fight.

Of course, this kind of grain collection will make people feel resentful, and even resist donations and taxes from time to time, and the suppression of unruly people has never stopped. It is normal for this shrew to recognize the grain supervisor and then stab the other person with a needle.

Then there were more shrews, and even some men joined in.

As for those Red Turban Army that maintained order...

Where is the Red Turban Army?

Here are the militias that follow spontaneously.

Yang Dashui led the young and strong men to the south in Xuancheng. They also brought field artillery-level artillery seized in Guangde and heavy artillery for city defense in Xuancheng. As the core fortress in this area, Ningguo and Huizhou prefectures gathered dozens of red-level artillery-level artillery in Xuancheng. These were loaded directly downstream, then turned to this side in the upstream of the bay, and transported them to Sanshan in advance. They also mobilized the entire section of fishermen on the Yangtze River to prepare fire boats with the help of local fishermen.

As for the genuine Red Turban Army, the main army is actually Yang Feng’s guards, 300 cavalrymen, and the remaining 200,000 troops here are all militias and surrendered soldiers.

And they are all new militias.

That is, the people of Hongguang District who followed Yang Feng's march.

As for the three associations who followed Yang Feng, they still fought fiercely in Wanqian and Xiong Tingbi's troops. Although they defeated Xiong Tingbi in the field battle on the first day, the latter did not suffer a great loss because they did not suffer a defeat. They immediately retreated into Wanqian Patrol City, and then continued to block the Red Turban Army with this small city as the core.

Wu Ze's troops could only continue fighting with him in Wanxi.

It has to be said that this is the first enemy army that has encountered since the war started, and that it can really fight and make money by fighting, rather than playing with enemies. Xiong Tingbi's military management ability is worthy of recognition. However, the fundamental reason is that the soldiers of the Dingsheng Army are not well-versed in the local language and are less affected by the Red Tengshou Army. Although there are certainly some, they are not enough to change anything.

As for the Sanshan here...

It's just a pure militia.

Amid the screams behind him, Dong Yu looked at the shrews behind him with chills.

"Master, Master is here!"

"The general is mighty!"

...

Then the chaotic shouts woke him up.

He turned to look at the figure who was walking in the cheers of the people...

"Mr. Dong, is this water too cold?"

Yang Feng said with a smile and lowered his head.

Dong Yu curled up in the fishing net sadly, covered in mud and aquatic plants, and even a dead shrimp stuck to his body.

"You just like to advocate what the people want. Now you look at this, there is no soldier around, all of them are people. I will bring three hundred guards, and then the entire Ningguo Mansion, half of Taiping Mansion, and even the people in Jiangbei come to follow me to fight. No matter what their identities are, farmers, fishermen, craftsmen, even workers and even slaves who work for others, and slutty households, all bring them what they can find as weapons, support the ships they rely on for their lives, and then willingly follow me to live and die.

You have to use a lot of money to recruit death-death men to attack the fireboat, and some people may not even be willing to do it.

And all I need is one sentence.

Then the remaining fishermen did everything they should do, and they could even rush towards your warships with your shells.

People’s hearts?

This is what the people want.”

Yang Feng said.

He is really just a sentence.

Then Hu Er and other local fishermen in Wuhu went to hide Lumingjiang and wait.

And fishermen in Digang and other places went downstream.

As for the ones who bumped into Governor Dong, they were actually fishermen from the Niban River mouth area in Jiangbei.

After they received the call, the most prestigious ones organized the fishermen around them, and then drove directly on their fishing boats to pile up firewood.

The war has continued until now. At least the people in this area are very clear about Yang Dashen. They even often carry goods to Nanjing for trade. They are very clear about the changes there. They have long been unable to bear it under the exploitation of the government. In fact, they are just waiting for Yang Dashen to take action. Now that Yang Dashen has already taken action, there is no need for the general to worry about anything else. Who doesn’t want to live a good life and win a good life for their descendants? Even if they try their best to help Yang Dashen drive away these dog officials.

"You unruly people, you are all thieves, you are all thieves!"

An official was stabbed and collapsed, sank there and howled.

Yang Feng looked at him coldly...

"They are not thieves. Those who stole their blood and sweat are thieves and unruly people? For you officials and masters, they are indeed unruly people, but for them themselves, it is natural for them. If you cut off your head, whoever dares to say you are thieves will cut off your head."

He said.

The militiamen there looked at each other in a burly manner, and one of them immediately carried a wide sword.

This is actually a guillotine, which is just not removed from the guillotine bed. It is also very powerful to use this big knife that is more than ten centimeters wide as a weapon.

"You are all thieves, you are all thieves..."

The official was still howling like crazy.

Two militiamen held him left and right, and the other untied his hair and pulled it. The militia carrying the guillotine raised the sword in his hand, then shouted and raised his hand and fell. Master Guan's head fell, blood sprayed in the light of the torch, and then the dead body fell to the ground.

"Who else?"

Yang Feng said.

"You thieves, sooner or later, will they strike lightning..."

There are indeed warriors.

"Cut his head!"

Yang Feng said.

The militia walked over with a blood-dropping guillotine, and then cut off the head of the official.

"Who else?"

Yang Feng said.

No more, all honest.

"Master, the youngest ones are deceived by Zhao Nanxing, beg Master to spare your life!"

"The general is all Zhao Nanxing. He lied that His Majesty was killed, and we were all deceived."

...

Then it turned into a crying sound.

"One generation is worse than another generation. The scholars of the Tang Dynasty shouted why not bring Wu Gou to collect the fifty states of Guanshan. Although the scholars of the Song Dynasty were deposed, at least there were students from Yuelu Academy fighting against the Mongolian cavalry. Yashan followed the emperor on the sea. By the time I, the Ming Dynasty, had just cut off my head and begged for mercy. Will you think the water is too cold if you jump into the river in a few decades?"
To be continued...