"It's not dark yet!"

Yang Feng said as he looked at the red sun in the sky.

The actual attack process took only one hour, mainly the time spent on collapsed the city wall.

Feng Menglong looked at him sadly. There were countless militia rushing forward beside him. Yang Feng did not even use the Jing camp, who was pursuing the Changsheng Army. At this time, both the Changsheng Army and the Wusong Army had been completely driven out. In order to capture as many prisoners as possible, or to harvest as many new recruits as possible for General Yang, the Jing camp did not participate in the siege at all.

The militia attacked Danyang.

Countless militias held various weapons, held red flags, shouting and rushing to the gap in Danyang City Wall like mountain torrents, and then pouring into the city.

As for the official army guarding this city...

Of course they all ran away!

The purpose of guarding Danyang is to wait for reinforcements. Now that the reinforcements have been driven away, wouldn’t it be a fool if he doesn’t run away?

The guards here are the officials.

Well, the word "Ming" is basically equated with "escaping without fighting".

The Danyang Guards were Dong Chengqi's Langshan Town Soldiers.

Among them, the main cavalry were veterans of the border army recruited by the salt merchants in Shanxi. These were equivalent to Dong Chengqi's personal soldiers, while the infantry recruited soldiers nearby in the Nantong area.

Mainly the children of military households in the surrounding garrison.

Their only purpose of joining the army was the military pay of two taels a month.

The military pay for provincial and official cavalry is three liang, and the official infantry is two liang. It depends on the conscience of the chief. It is impossible not to deduct military pay. Dong Chengqi, the general of Langshan Town, is a veteran general in the border town. He plays with bandits and deducts military pay. The generals of Hongguang Dynasty are almost the same. If anyone is not for money, they are promoted by Wanli. They and Yang Feng do not have to fight for the conflict of interest. The reason why they follow Hongguang is to be willing to buy the money?

The gentry didn't expect them at first. What the gentry in various places really hoped was the provincial army. As for these official army, they did not pay their salaries, and the military salaries of the official army were supplied by the imperial tax system.

Of course, it is called nearby.

In essence, it is the tax revenue of these prefectures in Susongchang Town.

But the Hongguang Dynasty would not recognize the imperial edict of Wanli, so the gentry in these places still did not pay taxes.

In other words, these taxes are still the same as in the past, mainly borne by those self-cultivated farmers. In a sense, these official troops were supported by these self-cultivated farmers. Fortunately, these places themselves are important places for taxes in the Ming Dynasty and do not need to be transferred to the capital, so the military pay is sufficient.

After all, the tax revenue of a single government in Suzhou is as high as more than two million stones.

Susongchang Town is equivalent to nearly three million taels of silver per year. At this time, the area was already levied on silver, usually six cents per stone, and one prefecture in Suzhou is more than one million. However, in the past, these taxes were mostly sent to the capital. Now they will definitely not send them to Hongguang. These taxes are left directly to the local government to supply government troops and officials from all over the country, which is definitely more than enough. Even if they have to take out some of the shares to Du Song and others.

In fact, officials from all over the world have been very happy in recent months. The meaning of having extra money is that they can make money.

But it is still incomparable to those provincial troops.

The provincial army is the gentry's biological son.

Although the provincial army was theoretically formed by the governor, it was actually a representative of the gentry in each county. Basically, they were the patriarchs of local aristocratic families and formed a church in the palace city. As for the hall name, it was just a random one. After all, it was a civil organization and could not be too formal. This is not a gentry council, but this is the place where elders and fellow citizens from all over the country gathered in the palace city, and they had a place where drinking tea, listening to operas, chanting poems and essays. It was not a matter of political discussion. The governor went to them to consult with the governor and virtue.

That's it.

Then the military expenditure of the provincial army is determined by these people after consultation, and then distributed to various places to solve the problem by fundraising. The main generals such as the commander of the provincial army are also recommended by these people.

Then hand it over to the governor for appointment.

Of course, it is just a symbolic procedure. After all, the court still needs to take care of its face.

In a sense, this system of mutual compromise between the court and the local government has met the needs of all parties at present.

The gentry had military power.

This can be said to be what they have always dreamed of.

As for the need to support the provincial army, this amount of money is really not worth mentioning. Although it was a gentry that was fundraising, the fools knew that they could not pay the money themselves. They just made a name to force the poor to pay the money. If they didn't understand such a small matter, it would be exaggerated. Then they transferred the money to their own pockets by supplying military supplies.

Of course, some symbolic donations are still required.

In this way, they have the army directly under their own jurisdiction and no longer have to worry about the court daring to ask them to collect taxes.

What?

Dare to collect taxes?

Look at the cannons here, we allow you to reorganize the language.

The good days of those unruly traitors in the Americas are not dreams!

The old generals of the garrison were also appeased, and there were still officials and soldiers, so they could continue to make money.

It can even be more profitable than in the past. In the past, they had to handle eunuchs with military pay. Now there are no eunuchs here that need to be managed by them. In short, there are no taxes used directly locally. The old military and political system is happy. Everyone has money to make money and everyone has money. I have to say that such happy days are really as toxic as they can make it.

As for Emperor Hongguang...

What else do he want when he is the emperor? Does he still want to build an imperial palace? Can't he live in Xingdu Palace? Does he still want to have seventy-two concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards? Do he still want to be the saint lord and wise monarch?

As for the royal family...

Is there no vassal state in the royal family?

Perfect.

Perfect system.

But now, all this has been exposed by Yang Feng.

The provincial army was still defeated, the official army was still running away, and the Ming Dynasty was still the same as before. Everything seemed to have changed, but in fact nothing changed.

Standing at the cracked gap on the city wall, Feng Menglong looked at the collapsed city in front of him, and felt really sad.

Everyone was running away.

The government troops were running away, and they did not forget to rob them while running away. The militia was running away, taking off their clothes to avoid being caught while running. The gentry was also running away. With the crying of women, they carried their families to the south of the city in various ways, but what if they ran out? The ever-winning army in the south of the city had fled. The militia originally on the east bank of the canal were rushing across the canal and quickly cut off their way to escape south.

but……

Some people don't run away.

The civilians in this city were cheering to welcome the militias entering the city.

"The time for liquidation has come. The people of Danyang, stop the fleeing local tyrants and evil gentry, don't let them leave with your blood and sweat, stop the corrupt officials. Their crimes have not been punished. They have been riding on your head for too long. You should overturn them and trample them under your feet, knock them to the ground, open their mansion, and take away what originally belonged to you."

Yang Feng stood in the background of the sunset and shouted at the cheering civilians.

The latter looked at him in shock, looking at the figure with a red sun backing, and then they burst into cheers like a tsunami.

"Down with the local tyrants and evil gentry!"

"Catch all the corrupt officials!"

...

They yelled.

Then they picked up everything that could be used as weapons and joined the militia entering the city. They quickly poured into streets and alleys, rushed to the gentry's mansions, and even rushed to the escaped gentry, knocking them to the ground and tied them up to parade. The old men who were originally tall and above have completely lost their former prestige, and they cried and begged to them one by one, and even knelt in front of them like they did in the past, especially those who were usually angry, who then became targets of being beaten up.

"Look, this is your capital against me. I am really curious. You Confucian scholars always shout that those who win the hearts of the people will win the world. So don't you understand who wins the hearts of the people?"

Yang Feng said.

"Have you left a way out for me?"

Feng Menglong sneered.

"Uh, that's it..."

Yang Feng pondered for a moment.

"Nothing really!"

Then he said frankly.

After saying that, he was still very villain-like and laughed there.

"Why should I leave you a way out? Are you qualified to ask me to worry about you? In front of me, you are just a group of bugs with a mantis arm in a car. Why do I care about the insects? The world is in a vast world, and those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. The general trend has already arisen, just like a torrent. You either accept reality or be swept away.

Leave a way out for you?

Are you worthy?"

He said.

Feng Menglong silently looked at the city in front of him that was quickly trapped in a carnival.

Of course, according to their aesthetics, this should be considered a scattered demon.

The ubiquitous people beat the original officials on the streets and paraded the gentry who were respected in the place. The warehouse of the government office was opened, the poor were sharing the grain, the gentry's mansion was opened, the grain cloth they hoarded was divided, and there were even several gentry with great anger, who were hung directly on the crooked tree on the side of the road by the unlucky people.

There were also militia entering the city outside, scattered in groups to lead them.

After all, many gentry would fight to the death. At this time, with the popularity of new firearms, even ordinary gentry liked to buy a few muskets to defend themselves.

For example, the new self-generated musket.

There are even some fully armed shrews who are patrolling teams. These are the female militiamen coming in outside. In fact, their duty is to maintain order. For example, those who take advantage of the chaos to face the big sticks and crossbows in the hands of these female militiamen. Yang Feng has a complete set of response measures to avoid losing control when a city carnival is launched. The militia enters the city to lead or guide local people to fight against local tyrants, the female militia maintains order, and resolutely suppress those who dare to do bad things in the chaos.

These female militiamen were even loyal to him than men.
Chapter completed!