If he was in accordance with his official position, Lu Xiang would be promoted to the Governor of Xuanda and had the power to control the generals of Xuanfu and Datong towns.

But now the Ming Dynasty has been destroyed and the emperor has died for his country. Especially after seeing the terrifying military power of the Datong Army, Lu Xiangsheng consciously adjusted his mindset and did not dare to put on any airs of a governor.

Da da da da da!

At this moment, a cavalry team rushed over from the iron cavalry army opposite. They were all agile and skillful in equestrianism. Before they got close, a strong smell of blood came to their faces.

The generals behind Lu Xiangsheng were shocked. How many people had to be killed to have such a terrible evil spirit?

The black-armored cavalry team rushed over, and a young officer led the lead glanced at the various flags behind Lu Xiangsheng, and asked lightly: "Governor Xuanda, are you Lu Xiangsheng?"

"It's me!"

Lu Xiangsheng hugged his fists and glanced at the other party's chest. There, an extremely eye-catching high-level martial arts medal hung on his chest, which was not to be underestimated.

What's even more terrifying is that this cavalry team has a total of ten people, but they are all wearing medals of senior martial artists. This scene made everyone amazed.

Lu Xiangsheng has seen how terrible the strength of the senior martial artists in Datong Town are. To be honest, even in the border army, they are definitely powerful generals who can lead troops to charge, but in the Datong army, they seem to be everywhere like Dacai, and they are caught in a large number of them!

How did Yongchang Hou train such a terrifying strong army?

"The Marquis is discussing the Central Army and cannot receive Lord Lu for the time being."

The young Datong officer glanced at Lu Xiangsheng and the ragged Xuanfu army behind him, then raised his hand and pointed: "Please come with me, the marquis has an order to change your new equipment!"

While speaking, the young officer took people ahead. Lu Xiangsheng and others looked at each other, but hurriedly followed.

Lu Fan didn't want to see him, and Lu Xiangsheng knew something.

After all, he was also a member of the Donglin Party. Although he had not seen what the Donglin Party in the capital did, he now guessed some of it in his heart.

The Marquis of Yongchang did not take him down directly, and it was already considered as having been extremely restrained by the righteousness.

In the Datong Army and the logistics troops camp, carriages were arranged neatly in the camp.

After the young officer showed the marquis's handwriting, piles of equipment were transported from the carriage.

A pair of exquisite armor shone in the eyes, eight-petal hat helmets, stamping breastplate, and the metal light shining on it made Lu Xiangsheng and others dizzy.

Lu Xiangsheng swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "Are these...for us?"

The young officer nodded: "Yes, there are 20,000 deputy armor for the Datong Army reserves here, which was specially prepared by the Marquis. As long as he is willing to avenge the late emperor and fight against the thieves, the general will give it to him free of charge! But unfortunately, now he has arrived in the capital, and only one such army like Lord Lu has come!"

Lu Xiangsheng trembled his hands, stroked the shiny armor one by one, then raised his hand and knocked it, feeling the heavy metal texture, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Yongchang Hou, for me!"

"At the beginning, if our Xuanfu Army had such excellent armor, we would not have collapsed when facing the bandit army. I am ashamed of the late emperor!"

...........

In the central army tent, Lu Fan nodded as he listened to the young officer's report, signaled him to retreat.

"Old Lu is still good, much better than the warlords in Liaodong. Unfortunately, the Donglin party behind him is too much!" Yang Wanli sighed in the big tent.

Lu Fan nodded and said, "In the future, there will be many places to use people. For example, those who are decent like Lu Xiangsheng can still use them at their discretion!"

"By the way, what's the reaction from Li Zicheng?"

Yang Wanli said seriously: "Report to the Marquis, our army is less than ten miles away from the capital. Li Zicheng's side has already known that the whole city is on guard at this moment and is ready to defend the city!"

"Where is Ding Xiu's side? What's his attitude?"

"Returning to the Marquis, Ding Xiu once tried his best to persuade Li Zicheng to go out of the city to fight, but since the thief entered the capital, his courage seemed to have become smaller. He only wanted to defend the city and was unwilling to go out to fight in the field!"

"So what Ding Xiu meant was that when the war was intensified, he would personally lead people to open the city gate to welcome our army into the city to suppress the rebellion, and minimize the casualties of our army!"

Lu Fan nodded and said with regret: "In this ancient city of Beijing, I don't want him to be baptized by artillery fire, but now it seems that I still have to fight a Beijing city offensive and defensive battle with Li Zicheng!"

Speaking of this, his eyes gradually became sharp and he said in a deep voice: "Tell me that the army will set off and advance five miles away from the capital!"

"After the firearm battalion is ready, it will take turns to shoot for an hour, and after an hour, it will drive 80,000 surrendered troops to attack the city!"

"Abide by the orders of the Marquis!"

When all the generals heard this, they stood up and bowed, and each looked excited.

If the thieves are destroyed and the capital is taken over, the marquis will be able to ascend the throne as emperor, and these ministers who follow the dragon have finally succeeded!

.........

In the third year of Chongzhen, at the end of September.

In the misty rain, Li Zicheng was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, standing on the majestic Beijing city, looking into the distance.

Next to him were eunuchs holding umbrellas, palace maids holding shaking fans, and rows of personal soldiers wearing heavy armor. The pieces were made of fine iron, and the armor leaves clanged while they were still in the process.

"You said, is it right or wrong for me to ascend the throne to the emperor in this Beijing city?"

Li Zicheng narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, with an indescribable sigh in his voice.

Once upon a time, he was a humble and weak post station official. If the court had not sacked the national post station and had to lose his job, he had to rebel, perhaps now he would still be the little man who was busy for his livelihood.

Every drink and a peck seem to be determined by heaven. Destiny is so mysterious. Who would have thought that in just two years, he would go from having nothing to Emperor Dashun?

"What's right or wrong!" Liu Zongmin said carelessly, "Your Majesty wants to be the emperor, but if you don't want to do it, you can't take people away and continue to be free and happy. No matter how strong his Lu Fan's army is, he is afraid of it!"

Li Zicheng shook his head, "Being a thief is not a long-term solution after all. We may not care, but we must find a way out for future generations!"

Speaking of this, he looked at Ding Xiu, wearing a royal robe not far away, and asked, "Have the sent-out sentry has not come back yet? Have you ever encountered Zhang Xianzhong's army and Lu Fan's army?"
Chapter completed!