Chapter 87 Are you willing to take the throne of Wuji?
Chapter 87 Wuji, are you willing to give up the throne?
Zhang Wuji did not wait for the scouts to come back. What was waiting was Song Xuan's army.
To be precise, the artillery fire started before the troops arrived.
boom!
The sound of thunder exploded from a distance. The next moment, a dozen meters away from Zhang Wuji and others, a Ming soldier lazily held a spear. In an instant, his flesh and blood shattered, and his remaining limbs danced wildly, like a fine mist of blood.
The rain fell on the city wall.
After a high-speed rotating cannonball crushed the soldier, with a terrifying impact, it directly opened a gap in the crenellation of the city wall and crashed into the city.
This sudden scene really shocked Zhang Wuji and others.
"That's too much!"
Monk Peng said angrily: "Your Majesty, you see, you treat me as my senior fellow apprentice, but they don't regard you as my younger brother at all. You haven't even met me, and you start firing when you come up. Is this what fellow fellow apprentices should do?!"
Zhang Wuji didn't say anything. Hearing the sounds of "escort" and "escort" rang out from all around, his face became uncertain for a while.
"The Jinling Army is coming!"
Yin Tianzheng, the white-browed eagle king, flew to the top of the city and looked out of the city.
Zhang Wuji and others lay down at the crenellations at the top of the city, looking into the vast rain.
But amid the mist and drizzle, the sky and the earth seemed to be silent. Then, a terrifying sound of the earth beginning to tremble violently came from far to near.
What caught their eyes was a sea of people that looked very hazy in the rain.
This sea of people came slowly, distorted like a mirage in the mist and drizzle, looming, and as unfathomable as the boundless sea.
They were getting closer and closer, and the sound of horse hooves converged into thunderous roars. Countless armored cavalry formed cavalry formations and slowly came trampling on the ground in the haze.
Countless flags, forests of spears, and black elite armor made all the Ming troops on the city top feel horrified.
He was fully armed with a black stamped breastplate, a fine eight-petal helmet, a crossbow, a fire gun, and a long sword. The almost stagnant evil spirit gathered together, as if on the flat ground, it condensed into a black sea of death.
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In front of them was a dense cavalry formation, and behind them was an endless line of infantry formations, all equally armed to the teeth, and neatly formed into infantry formations, spanning twenty or thirty miles, sweeping through one wave after another like a tsunami.
Come.
Zhang Wuji watched this scene, swallowed, and whispered: "Can we defeat such an army?"
Taoist Tieguan, one of the Wusan people, hummed: "What are you afraid of? They have many people and horses, but we also have many!"
Rushing all the way from northern Shaanxi to Dadu, they managed to win over a lot of people along the way. In terms of numbers alone, there were as many as 4 to 50 thousand Ming troops in Dadu. If we only looked at the number of people, they actually had the advantage.
"A war is not just about numbers!"
Yin Tianzheng sighed and said: "Look at the Jinling Army, almost all of them wear armor, but as for us, many of them don't even have cotton armor on their bodies, and they are considered soldiers with a knife in their hand.
Let me put it bluntly, if we don't have the advantage of a city to meet in the wild, our soldiers and horses will be defeated by others in just one encounter!"
This statement was straightforward, but they had fought many battles with the Yuan army in the past two years, so they naturally knew how terrifying the Jinling army that was gathering like an abyss outside the city was.
It is impossible for them to defeat such soldiers and horses. Even if they have the capital city to rely on, everyone has no confidence at this moment.
"Mr. Zhuang, what should we do now?"
When everyone was silent, Zhang Wuji turned to look at the old man whom everyone respected as Mr. Zhuang.
This person has real abilities!
Mr. Zhuang looked at the soldiers and horses gathering in the distance like a tide, with a look of horror on his face.
But the next moment, he shook the feather fan in his hand and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, the Jinling Army is powerful, but we can still defend it for a while with the help of the capital city.
As long as we persist until Master Sanfeng arrives, the war will naturally subside."
When he said this, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Yes, they just need to hold on, and they don't have to go out and fight with others. If they can't hold on for a few days, then the hundreds of thousands of Ming army soldiers can just buy a piece of tofu and kill them directly!
“Dong dong dong!!”
Outside the city, the sound of war drums suddenly sounded. In the main camp of the Jinling Army, Song Xuan stood on a high platform. Looking around, the mountains and plains were covered with banners and covered by a sea of black iron armor.
After looking around, his eyes fell on Zhang Wuji, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe on top of the city.
"Junior Brother Zhang, okay, I haven't seen you for two years, and in the blink of an eye, you are now sitting on the throne!"
Song Xuan's voice was not loud, but with the blessing of his inner strength, his voice could be heard clearly for tens of miles and could be heard clearly by hundreds of thousands of people.
Zhang Wuji's face was a little hot, and he said embarrassedly: "It's hard for me to make my senior brother laugh, and the soldiers below are so kind, and I have no choice but to do so!"
"What a last resort!"
Song Xuan's voice was a bit colder and he said: "You and I are brothers from the same sect, and I don't want to fight with you.
Now you take off your royal robe and open the city gate to welcome my army into the city. I will just treat your proclaiming emperor as a joke. I wonder what I think, junior brother?"
Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment and looked at Song Xuan, feeling a little guilty in his heart.
Especially when he thought about the favor he still owed to Senior Brother Song in Kunlun Mountain, this made him feel even less confident.
At this moment, Zhuer climbed to the top of the city with the support of several female officials.
Two years ago, Zhang Wuji became the leader of the Ming Cult. As the leader's wife, she felt that there was no danger, so she used her poisonous skills.
Nowadays, she has long lost the bloated face and looks elegant and refined, giving people the feeling of a girl next door who has just grown up.
She walked up to Zhang Wuji, looked at Song Xuan, and said loudly: "Brother Song, it's not like you don't know my brother Wuji's temperament. He has never been good at making decisions.
Please don’t embarrass him, okay?”
Song Xuan shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It's not me who is embarrassing him, it's him who is embarrassing me! Let me say it one last time, Junior Brother Zhang, open the city gate and welcome my army into the city. I can treat everyone under your command well.
If you are willing to stay in the court as an official, I can give you the treatment of a founding hero. If you don't want to be an official, you can also choose to be rewarded with land, money, etc. and become an idle rich man.
I, Song Xuan, will do what I say and will never regret it!"
Zhang Wuji turned to look at Yin Tianzheng, "Grandpa, what should I do?"
Yin Tianzheng asked: "First of all, you have to ask yourself, do you really want to be emperor, and are you willing to give up the throne?"
As he said that, he pointed at himself, then at the five scattered people, and said: "We are just a group of warriors who know some martial arts, but when it comes to the ability to govern a country, we are far behind.
If you are reluctant to give up the throne, your grandfather and others will fight for you to the death. But if you are not very interested in the throne, then there is really no need to hold on any longer.
To be honest, when it comes to running the country, your senior brother is far above us!"