Song Yingchang sighed and shouted to the gentry outside.

Several old men inside waved silently, and the young people behind quickly went to get the money. Tao Wangling and Liu Zongzhou stood there, watching the scene with grief and anger, but they could not do anything now. In order to prevent them from being impulsive, several militias were already standing beside them, just like watching two prisoners. In order to avoid another accident, the gentry asked militias to come forward and rush the foreign soldiers to retreat, and even quickly pulled out a cordon on the street like welcoming big figures...

What if there are other people's impulses or even merchants from other provinces, what if they assassinate Yang Feng for the sake of disaster?

Be sure to ensure his safety absolutely.

The people around were watching the fun all over the place.

Soon, trucks of silver were transported here.

In fact, the merchant ships at those wharfs were full of silver that came to purchase.

"Walk!"

Yang Dashuai smiled and waved his hand.

Then he walked down the stairs so proudly, and Song Yingchang and Fang Mengshi followed behind him quickly.

Yang Hu and others drew out their short guns to escort the guards.

Their short guns are already real flintlocks, and this thing is nothing more than the hardest springs. However, if it is not a large batch of standardized equipment, it is still no problem to rely on those excellent craftsmen to spend some time arming their own guards.

After all, this thing was the technical level at this time.

The real impact flintlock rifle in Europe should have existed at this time, but this thing is not something that can be popularized after being invented. The popularity of flintlock rifle itself is also a process of industrial progress. In fact, there are still a large number of flintlock rifles in Europe a hundred years later. Even the United Kingdom, which was the first to standardize equipment, was actually nearly half a century after the invention of flintlock rifle.

Yang Feng walked forward with a high spirit. Yang Hu waved his hand behind him, and more than 200 guards hidden in the crowd drew their short guns. In the shocked gazes of the regiments, they walked out to guard Yang Feng one by one, while the latter stopped in front of Sun Rufa...

"I'm very sad about your uncle's affairs!"
Chapter completed!