When the soldiers lying on the ground saw the commander gradually regaining consciousness under the rescue of medical staff, they lowered their voices and shouted firmly: "Destroy the capital, save the mistress."

Seeing the hurried guards and doctors wiping the blood from their chests, Mao Wenlong felt empty in his heart. He stared straight at the door, as if looking at his dearest friends and soldiers, just like that

Stepping on the rainbow to return to his hometown easily and calmly, leaving him alone here.

Mao Chenglu crawled over, put his hands on his adoptive father's knees, buried the unruly head between his knees, and begged with sobs: "You should go and have a rest, let us free our hands and feet to capture the enemy."

In this city of Beijing, come out to save our mistress, come out to save our little lord."

300,000 troops are stationed under the city of Beijing. Facing the sparse defenders on the walls of Beijing, in fact, as long as they work hard, the capital is already within their grasp.

But Mao Wenlong, everyone's coach, still suppressed everyone's desire to attack the city, and still suppressed the destructive siege method.

Everyone understands that he does not want to destroy this thousand-year-old ancient capital. The result now is that Wang Qiang and other brothers died in the battle, and everyone needs to protect the flag. The life and death of Emperor Tianqi is unknown.

In fact, now everyone no longer has any worries about the life and death of Emperor Tianqi, but everyone is worried about Mao Wenlong's family members there. They are no longer family members, but the mistress and prince of their lord's family.

To be honest, the reinforcements sent by Dongjiang Town and various provinces have no real belief in the imperial court. Their real belief is to follow Mao Wenlong. Mao Wenlong is their lord. As long as he says a word, everyone will move forward.

Just now, Mao Wenlong was in a semi-conscious state, talking to those brothers who had already passed away, and he unknowingly spoke out, allowing the soldiers who quietly came in to truly understand the beliefs and ideals of his lord.

Seeing the blood he spurted out mouth after mouth, how could it not make people's hearts ache?

Gently and weakly, he raised his hand, and Mao Chenglu immediately grabbed his hand and put it on his head.

Mao Wenlong breathed a sigh of relief, and then said calmly: "In my life, I have been cruel and unkind to foreign races, but I have always been in awe of my mother race. No matter if it is my enemy or my mortal enemy, I cannot bear the pain to kill.

This also caused my indecision, but it also tired you soldiers and sacrificed countless lives in vain. Who can know the merits and demerits?"

Mao Chenglu, Mao Zhongming, Zhang Pan and other soldiers could not help but lie on the ground and cry bitterly."

"Now I let go of your hands and feet, and I will attack Beijing with all my strength. I will tell the world now that I am responsible for the massacre of my compatriots. It has nothing to do with you." Then he fainted again.

Mao Chenglu, the second among the adopted sons, kissed his adoptive father's hand, stood up with blood-red eyes, drew out his sword, strode out, and said loudly to the tent full of soldiers and allied soldiers: "Now I

He is the boss of the Mao family, and I have the final say now. Don’t worry about benevolence and justice, don’t worry about the emperor and ministers, break into Beijing, protect my godmother and brother, and kill—”

All the soldiers roared together with tears in their eyes, "No matter what benevolence and righteousness, no matter what the emperor and ministers are, break into Beijing, protect the mistress and the prince, kill -"

On the walls of Beijing, one after another huge portraits of Ming emperors were hung directly to the bottom of the city. When these portraits were displayed, the Fu Liao army on the opposite side stopped attacking.

The soldiers on the city celebrated this because they had found a shield and amulet, because this was Mao Wenlong's idea of ​​sending troops, not to rebel against the Ming Dynasty and to recognize the emperor.

Therefore, the soldiers guarding the city laughed arrogantly. They looked at the sign displayed by the Liao Army outside the city and simply sneered, because it read "Qing Jun Beside, Restore the Ming Dynasty"

Come on, come on, hit me. If you dare to shoot an arrow or fire a shot at the emperor, it means you are traitors, and your so-called reasons are all excuses.

The two sides remained in a stalemate for a day.

The defenders on the city wall believed that if they persisted like this, they would be safe for the rest of their lives, because this was an unsolvable ending.

As a result, when the sun rose on the second day, they suddenly saw that the signboards in front of the rebel formation on the opposite side suddenly changed, and they were typed out one after another: "You have one hour to surrender, otherwise we will all perish."

The sudden and powerful announcement made the generals guarding the city feel at a loss. They reported the situation to the court as quickly as possible. After some quarrels, the court concluded that Mao Wenlong was already strong on the outside but powerful on the inside.

It's just a false threat, don't worry about him, the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty are protecting everyone.

As a result, the soldiers in the city gained inexplicable self-confidence. They shouted, cursed, and laughed at the enemies outside.

And just as they were shouting, cursing, and laughing, a kerosene bomb flew out from the enemy array on the opposite side, and hit Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, hard on the face under the gaze of everyone.

The disk cracked, and with a bang, the kerosene was ignited, and a huge flame began to burn along the huge silk portrait, eventually burning the portrait of the founding emperor Zhu Yuanzhang into ashes.

This is enough to show that Mao Wenlong and the Ming Dynasty were truly separated.

While everyone was dumbfounded, an arrogant general on the opposite side rode his war horse to the city wall and shouted at the top: "Hand over Shuai Mao's family in half an hour. If a hair is harmed, the entire Hongguang court will be punished."

Let the entire Donglin Party and the entire 200,000 garrison in Beijing bury my grandmother."

Then, while everyone was stunned, this arrogant guy ran back to his own position, and then in the opponent's position, the sound of rumbling mechanical rotation was heard.

One after another, dark cannons were pushed to the front of the formation, and there were no less than two thousand of them densely packed.

One after another, there were no less than 10,000 steel-armed weapons being pushed to the front of the formation.

Tall catapults were pushed into the position one by one, and they were as dense as a forest.

The musketeers in square after square, carrying their muskets with bayonets in their hands, marching with sonorous steps and expressions of despair, lined up behind these firearms, ready to launch an attack at any time.

The arrogant guy ran out again: "Two quarters of an hour, hand over Emperor Tianqi and Queen, hand over our grandmother and son."

"For a quarter of an hour, hand over Emperor Tianqi and Queen, hand over our grandmother and son."

As his cold voice continued to sound, the air condensed.

"The time is up. We will no longer accept your surrender. Here is the order from Commander Mao to use all firearms and target the city of Beijing to attack."
Chapter completed!