Da Ming started to ascend the throne

"Squeaky squeak..."

"My lord, we are here, are two cannons enough?"

At this moment, two red cannons were pulled over.

Qinglong nodded:

"Enough, one is enough, immediately set up the cannon and ignite it. This commander will see how long these traitors can last."

"Yes"

The cannon was quickly set up, and the shells were loaded into the muzzle, ready to be fired at any time.

"Not good, red cannons are set up outside, don't they dare to bombard the Confucian Temple?"

A gentry saw the red-clothed cannon being set up through the gap, and of course his expression changed, and his legs began to tremble.

Hearing that the red-clothed cannons were set up outside, the Qingliu were completely panicked, and many of them began to cry.

Seeing how unbearable the Qingliu were, Wu Weiye roared angrily:

"Why are you crying, you think they dare to bombard the Confucius Temple, what a joke.

Confucius is the most holy teacher of all things. I don't believe they dare to bombard the Confucius Temple. "

Wu Weiye's words instantly made these gentlemen forget their fear, and said one after another:

"That's right, we don't believe they dared to bombard the Confucius Temple. Maybe they just scare us and want us to come out and die."

"Yes, it must be like this. Don't be afraid, everyone. Persistence is victory. We can hang the portrait of Confucius in front of the door, and they will definitely not dare to fire..."

There are always more solutions than difficulties, and these gentry immediately began to look for the portrait of Confucius.

Of course, there was no shortage of portraits in the Confucian Temple, and soon there were portraits of Confucius hanging in front of the gate and on the walls.

A group of rotten scholars looked at their masterpiece and laughed loudly:

"Okay, there won't be any problems anymore. If you want to fight us scholars, they are too young..."

The atmosphere of the Confucian Temple suddenly became active, and under the leadership of Wu Weiye, the gentry brought out the arrogance of the southern scholars to the fullest.

The guards and soldiers outside were already waiting for Qinglong's order to fire, when they suddenly noticed that there had been a change in the Confucian Temple, and hurriedly reminded Qinglong:

"Look, Commander, what the hell are those gentry doing?"

Qinglong looked in the direction of their fingers, and saw many portraits being stuffed out by the gentry.

Portraits also began to hang from inside on the wall. Qinglong was a little confused by their coquettish manipulation.

Where did Qinglong know Confucius, and he had never seen such a portrait.

He hurriedly asked the soldiers around him:

"What do they mean by this, who is the portrait hanging?"

Jun Bing shook his head, they didn't know who was in the portrait.

They didn't know each other, and it wasn't a problem if they didn't know who the portrait was. The people inside quickly introduced the person in the portrait to Qinglong arrogantly.

"Qinglong, aren't you awesome? Look at these portraits, he is the god Kong Sheng in the hearts of our scholars.

If you dare to bombard the Confucian Temple and destroy the portrait of the old man, scholars all over the world will definitely not let you go.

The current emperor is also a scholar, and he will not let you go, hahahaha..."

Chapter 378

Hearing that the portrait was actually Kong Sheng, Qinglong showed a wonderful expression on his face, and then laughed wildly:

"Hahaha, a group of idiots, don't talk about a portrait of Confucius, even if the old man is present in person, as long as he dares to cover up the rebellious ministers and thieves, the commander will arrest him and bring him to justice, and someone will bombard the Confucius Temple for me."

"Yes"

Daming is gradually transitioning from cold weapons to hot weapons, and almost all arms are involved in hot weapons.

Now Jin Yiwei not only knows how to use cold weapons, but also can skillfully use firearms.

With Qinglong's order, Jin Yiwei immediately lit the red cannon.

"Rumble..."

"bang bang"

Two solid bullets slammed into the wall of the Confucian Temple.

The Confucian Temple is not a military defense fortress, so how could it withstand the baptism of red cannons.

Two cannonballs immediately hit a wall, and bounced and killed a dozen gentry.

"Mother! It's terrible, they dared to attack the Confucian Temple. It's over now."

Seeing that the walls were blown down and the servants guarding there were also beaten to death, the gentry were in a mess.

But the bombardment did not end, and then the second round of two solid bullets smashed down a wall again.

Seeing that the Confucian Temple was about to be turned into ruins, many gentry inside almost fainted from fright, and huddled in corners, not daring to move.

"Rumble..."

Another two shells bombarded the Confucian Temple, this time the shells were no longer solid shells, but blossomed shells.

After the two explosive bombs exploded, iron beads, gravel, etc. flew around, killing dozens of people inside.

Those servants were all killed by shells because they were located outside

Seeing that it was almost done, Qinglong waved his hand:

"Rush in, the rebels will be killed on the spot, and the others will be taken back to the imperial prison in the capital."

"Yes"

A group of soldiers and Jin Yiwei raised their swords and charged into the Confucius Temple, killing anyone who resisted.

Facing the wolf-like Jinyiwei, the gentry had no power to fight back and were quickly escorted out of the Confucian Temple.

At this time, Wu Weiye was dejected, walking in the crowd with a look of frustration and despair.

The gentry thought that they and their families would be doomed, and they began to carry forward their usual style of trolling, pointing their finger at Wu Weiye one after another.