AD 1356.

Zhu Yuanzhang led his troops to launch the third attack on Jinling.

This was also the first time that Zhu Yuanzhang actually led an army to attack Jinling since he took over as the commander-in-chief.

The first two times Zhang Tianyou led his army to attack, the result was that the whole army was defeated and lost face.

The second time was when Guo Tianxu and Zhang Tianyou led their troops to attack. As a result, both commanders ascended to heaven and all their troops were wiped out.

Two battles, two defeats, but two defeats, two battles.

The army was like an invincible Xiaoqiang. Instead of weakening their morale in the two battles, it actually ignited their offensive arrogance. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses were orderly under the powerful killing flames.

Facing these two humiliating achievements, Zhu Yuanzhang was happy and extremely excited. These two useless snacks who only knew how to find faults finally got their hair together. No one will stop me from moving forward in the future.

The military power that was once handed over to others has finally returned to my hands. From now on, this army will only obey my command.

These hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses will only obey my orders.

Under my military order, the army of justice will fight in all directions;

Under my general's command, the crusade will conquer the world.

On the way to Jinling with his army, less than five kilometers away from Jinling, the vanguard of the Yuan army guarding Jinling appeared in front of Zhu's army.

Facing this group of uninvited guests who were watching eagerly, the Xingtai censor Fu Shou, as the commander-in-chief of the vanguard force, issued military orders for the first battle in his life.

When he saw this Haoran's army, Fu Shou, as the commander of the first army, seemed to have never seen this group of fat and skinny animal troops in front of him, let alone a group of completely non-human troops acting like this.

It is neat and uniform, and such orders are prohibited.

So the moment he saw this troop for the first time, he was so daring that he turned around and ran away with his guards.

However, in this situation that could be said to be an indirect surrender, Zhu Yuanzhang did not seem to buy Fushou's account, nor did he want to let them go. The moment he escaped, he issued the order to attack.

No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat; no matter how weak the Yuan army is, it is still a soldier.

I'm talking about beating up these bastards first.

Anyway, we are going to capture Jinling today. Since you are willing to be soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty, let me warm you up first.

If you have to blame someone, it can only be your bad luck.

Who makes you, a coach with a head like a turtle shell, be so unsatisfied that you run away when you see me? You guys always like to pick on the weaklings. It's no coincidence that you just happened to hit the muzzle of my gun.

I can only blame you for being unlucky.

Go to hell, and whoever you catch will be slapped in the face first.

It was in this situation where you were chasing each other, almost playing a cat and mouse game, that Fu Shou had no time to care about the life and death of his men, so he rushed back to Jinling alone.

After returning to Jinling, the imperial envoy Fushou, who was a high-ranking official of the Yuan Dynasty and had the authority to control troops and horses, immediately ordered the city gates to be closed and to defend Jinling.

As for those soldiers who were slower to react and not as fast as him, they were all blocked outside Jinling City.

Brothers who belong to the same system and stand in the same trench stand outside the city and look up at their former comrades-in-arms on the high city wall. They were brothers who had sworn to each other. As soldiers and warriors, they must be filled with resentment and pain in their hearts.

The moment the door closed, they were like abandoned children from heaven. Their life and death had nothing to do with the city at the moment the door closed.

Following the Fushou army were hundreds of thousands of red troops.

Standing under the city, looking at the grand scene of Jinling in front of me, there was a strong light in my eyes.

Facing the towering city wall, facing the vast iron wall stretching for dozens of kilometers, facing the winding city protection embankment, my silent and rocky heart suddenly trembled, and some light flickered and beat in the deep eyes.

The Jinling in my impression is still a distant scene of quarrying and Taiping. From a distance, only its outline and outline can be seen.

But when I actually came here, the prosperity of Jinling in front of me was far beyond my imagination. The red lacquer and carved wood between the high platforms and pavilions, colorful clouds and phoenixes dancing on the water pavilion screen, and the red flags fluttering were full of prosperity.

Seeing this, the already excited soldiers became even more uneasy.

At the moment when Fushou's army was escaping, Zhu's army, which had already gone on a killing spree, was now completely open to murder. In the face of such prosperity, they could only have the right to enjoy the beauty that existed inside if they fought hard and captured Jinling.

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Facing the gate that was firmly resisting, and facing the Jinling guards armed with long spears, short knives, and sharp fluorescent blades, a faint smile appeared on their faces as the tiger and wolf divisions.

At this time, there was no need for any more offensive orders, nor any unified command. The Zhu family army, like jackals, tigers and leopards in front of their prey, set up the ladders that had been prepared.

Do you think Amitabha Buddha will be there when the city gate is closed?

Do you think everything will be fine if you stand on a high city wall?

Do you think you'll be fine if you just run back to the city and act like a coward?

Blind your dog eyes.

You have the dream of flying, and I have the ladder of climbing.

Although these rags tied with firewood are not pretty, they are useful.

It can be used as a fire when dismantled and used as a ladder when erected.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter if it’s good or not, as long as it can deal with you losers, that’s enough.

A gentleman talks but does not use his hands, and as soldiers, we always use our hands but do not speak.

I didn’t say anything, I’ll beat you bastards, scoundrels and bastards.

If I don't beat the shit out of you today, we will take your last name.

When facing the Zhu Jiajun who stood taller than him and peed farther than him, the Yuan army on the wall of Jinling City was stunned and completely dumbfounded.

No, you bunch of red-faced bastards are actually doing this?

What are the agreed rules of the game?

What’s the acting strategy you’ve set?

It seems that this move is not included in the acting plan. You guys are going too far!

As the main force, Zhu Jiajun, fueled by the soldiers who came one after another, and pushed hard by tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, quickly approached the tall Jinling City.

Seeing the Zhu family's army that was getting closer and more murderous, the Yuan army stationed in the city became frightened, timid and retreated.

They never expected that the opponent's attack would be so fierce and the opponent's revenge would come so quickly.

At this time, standing on the city wall, he began to feel fear.

The guys in front of them are just a bunch of out-and-out cattle, beasts that can be replaced after killing them all.

This group of people has already become red-eyed.

They see blood indiscriminately.

They are bloodthirsty.

They are existences that kill everything like the king of hell.

Especially the guy standing at the front who looks like a blind bear. When the three-foot-long knife in his hand strikes the wind, there must be hot blood spilled. The blood splattered on his cheeks further stimulates the pace of killing.

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The tens of thousands of soldiers and horses following him made an almost perfect contraction of tactics between attack and defense.

Such a force is completely deserted in the enemy camp.

Facing such an army, the imperial minister Fu Shou, who had already been a deserter, had already branded the word "deserter" in the hearts of these strong-minded men.

One soldier is raging, and the general is raging in a nest.

If the coach is like this, why do we, the little pawns who have nothing to do, have to work so hard?

What was even more unfortunate was that the moment he saw Zhu Jiajun attacking the tower, Fu Shou, who had just recovered his breath and his legs were trembling, immediately pushed aside the crowd and spread his two fat and short thighs like rolling pins.

He ran towards the alleys of the city.

If the coach is still here, at least there is still the meaning of performance, so that the coaches will see it in their eyes and remember it in their hearts. Maybe one day the boss will remember his performance and he will be promoted and make a fortune.

But once the coach escapes, the purpose of holding on as a soldier defending the city will be lost.

The main character has run away, so what's the point of us just playing side by side?

No more playing, no more playing, we surrender.

We raise the white flag and surrender.

We neither run nor fight.

Anyway, we can't outrun you if we run, and we can't defeat you if we fight.

Since both sides are already destined to win or lose, then why should I waste this effort? Let’s not play anymore, let’s admit defeat.

We surrendered with our hands and feet raised.

According to the Geneva Convention on the Treatment of Prisoners of War, you cannot kill us.

If you want to kill, just kill those bastards who refuse to surrender.

Kill those bastards who resist strict discipline.

I lost, don't hit me.

I disarm, don't kill me.
To be continued...