In the capital city under the autumn sun, the gray and yellow cane city walls have experienced the precipitation of the years, revealing a kind of desolate mottled. The flags on the city wall are fluttering in the wind, and the red Tuanlong flag looks so
The eye-catching sight echoes the regimental dragon flag erected by tens of thousands of cavalry under the city.
On the city wall, tens of thousands of capable soldiers belonging to the capital camp looked at the solemn and silent Ming army under the city with complex and indescribable expressions and eyes.[..com]
Zhu Qizhen was dressed in bright yellow heavy armor, with a tall and impressive red horse underneath him. At this moment, he was standing in the front, on the grass-yellow soil slope, looking at the towering city.
Gate, this is Desheng Gate. When he was captured by Wa Ci, he was imprisoned in a car and taken to Desheng Gate, where he made a shocking roar and declaration.
Now more than two years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and this time, his identity is no longer that of a prisoner of war imprisoned by the enemy, but that he has washed away his shame, trampled the entire grassland under his feet, and made unprecedented achievements.
His Majesty the Supreme Emperor has returned.
Behind them, there are more than 18,000 elite cavalry riding one and two horses. They are so vast, powerful and powerful, just like a powerful army of tens of thousands. Although no one is making any noise, they have a solemn and solemn military appearance.
, and even more so, with a chilling killing intent on the battlefield.
The soldiers of the capital camp on the top of the capital city couldn't help but stir with some uneasiness. However, they soon regained their composure under the scoldings of many officers and the whipping of their scabbards. However, each one
The faces with doubts and uneasiness revealed their inner emotions.
On the city wall, Yu Qian looked at Zhu Qizhen, who was inside and outside, wearing bright yellow heavy armor, reining in his horse's head, looking up at Zhu Qizhen. He watched the cavalry behind him stop galloping, and then
The army gradually fell silent and couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air.
Yang Hong pressed his big hand on the wall tiles of the female wall at the top of the city, and looked at Zhu Qizhen with bright eyes, looking at the backbone of the horse riding on the back, as straight as a javelin, and the proud and proud head.
The figure couldn't help but feel dazed for a while. It was as if he had seen the figure under Xuanfu City two years ago, facing the swords and axes stabbing the fierce soldiers again, but still standing proudly and smiling calmly.
"He hasn't changed after all, he's still so proud." Yang Hong murmured softly, looking past Zhu Qizhen and looking at the iron cavalry Hongliu behind him. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, so he couldn't go there.
Distinguish among the mighty soldiers and generals wearing similar clothes and armor, who are his three sons?
one………
"Wan, Wan, Your Majesty." Wang Cheng looked at the city. When he thought of the past, the gentle and elegant Zhu Qizhen, who never seemed to be angry with anyone, always seemed so peaceful and gentle when talking and doing things, was really different from the one before him.
This great emperor is completely different.
Looking at Zhu Qizhen's still very familiar figure, even though he was a few miles away, the heavy oppressive force was like a torrent of waves, making him feel breathless and speechless.
Looking at his taller and burlier body than Zhu Qiyu, Wang Cheng couldn't help but think of the arrogant figure full of iron, blood and strength that had been buried under the dust in the depths of his memory. That figure belonged to Zhu Di, that Kung Fu
Emperor Taizong, whose military exploits were illustrious and respected and feared by the world.
Now, in Wang Cheng's sight, the two figures began to overlap and gradually came together. Wang Cheng's face became increasingly pale and miserable.
"Your Majesty, it seems that the capital does not welcome you back. This is the fire range of the city's heavy artillery. Your Majesty, would you please move back first and wait for me to call the door first?" Sun Zhirui rode to Zhu Qi Town.
Next to him, he put up a pergola and looked at the heavily guarded city full of soldiers. He couldn't help but become a little nervous, turned his head and said respectfully towards Zhu Qizhen.
"It's not necessary. I am the Supreme Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Could it be that they dare to use weapons against me?" Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but sneered and shook his head. He glanced at Sun Zhirui, but did not let him call the door, but turned his head.
Come, he shouted in a deep voice toward the people behind him: "Jiang Huai!" "I'm here, your majesty. What are your orders?" Among the guards behind him, a strong and strong guard came out of the crowd and rode to Zhu Qi Town.
In front of him, he cupped his fists and saluted Zhu Qizhen on horseback.
Zhu Qi Zhenchong slightly led Jiang Huai and then ordered: "Go to the bottom of the city and ask who is up there. By the way, tell the people above the city that I am here today to offer sacrifices to the ancestral temple. Let them,
Open the city gate for me."
"I obey the order!" Jiang Huai didn't say much. After receiving the order, he turned his horse's head and shouted loudly, then galloped towards the Deshengmen gate. Looking at his strong figure,
Zhu Qizhen slowly took a breath of the cool late autumn breath. Everything between him and Zhu Qiyu will be ended today.
And the future of Ming Dynasty will also change direction today and move towards a new and unknown future, but it will be bright.
Jiang Huai raised his horse and whipped his whip, galloping towards the towering, seemingly indestructible capital city wall. Looking at the familiar capital city wall, his expression couldn't help but change a little, revealing a bit of nostalgia and anticipation.
Hope.
He was originally a soldier in the capital camp. After the Battle of Tumufeng, he was captured by the Waci people because of his injuries. The two or three months at this moment were an unknown death that people do not want to recall.
He lived as a prisoner, and then he was sold to a small chief of a prairie tribe and became his slave.
He worked harder than an ox but ate less than a dog. His military uniform was already in tatters and he could only wear a rough felt cloth outside to protect him from the wind and rain. He just thought that since his bones were buried here,
When the area was full of despair, the so-called master, the little chief of the grassland tribe, happily took the money from a person that was several times the amount spent to buy it, and threw himself to that person.
That was an ancient Méng man dressed as an ancient Méng man. However, he spoke extremely fluent Chinese, even authentic Mandarin. When he told himself, his name was Haming, he was a person close to His Majesty the Emperor, and he was honored by His Majesty the Emperor.
They came to redeem them, the prisoners of war of the Ming Dynasty who were sold to various grassland tribes.
When he heard these words, Jiang Huai, who originally thought that he would fall into another misery, could no longer bear it and burst into tears on the spot, crying like a child.
Lying on the cart, listening to the stories of several other ransomed prisoners of war around him, Jiang Huai finally understood that the reason why he and others were able to escape such a terrible fate was all because of His Majesty the Emperor, who was also raped.
The earth will work hard so that they can be redeemed, and they will be released and return to their homeland.
However, Jiang Huai, who finally recovered after resting for more than a month, did not leave. Instead, he took the initiative to propose that he would continue to stay on the grassland and stay with the captured emperor Zhu Qi. In the end, Jiang Huai became Zhu Qi.
A confidant of the guard around Zhen until today.
Today, his wife, children, and old father all live in the capital, but he is outside the city. This familiar giant city looks a little strange because of the hostile soldiers above the city.
It became strange.
Under the moat, Jiang Huaile stopped his horse, raised his head and shouted loudly: "His Majesty the Emperor has decreed that today's battle on the grassland will be fully accomplished. His Majesty the Emperor will personally go to the ancestral temple to present the prisoners, and you won't wait.
Quickly open the city gate to welcome His Majesty the Emperor?!"...
Zhu Qizhen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Huai, who was riding alone at the bottom of the city, shouting to the top of the city. But above the city, there was dead silence. There were tens of thousands of people, but no one was willing to respond.
Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but smile. It seemed as if he was reliving the pictures and scenes of that day under the city. But the moment the corners of his mouth curled up, they suddenly froze, because the Jianghuai River that was originally standing on the bank of the moat
The burly and majestic body suddenly stagnated, as if he almost fell off the horse. Then his body dwarfed and he clung to the horse's back. The horse on his body suddenly hissed and let go of its hooves to move forward.
The road is running wildly.
And above the city, there seemed to be some kind of confusing chaos, and Zhu Qizhen's face couldn't help but turn cold. "Qian Zhong, get Jiang Huai back!"
"I obey the order, follow me!" Qian Zhong obeyed the order solemnly, and then led dozens of cavalry guards to greet the Jianghuai. Soon, he surrounded the Jianghuai in the middle and headed towards the military formation where Zhu Qizhen was.
Coming at full speed.
"Your Majesty, it's a crossbow!" Before anyone arrived, a roar filled with unwillingness and anger had already reached Zhu Qizhen's ears.
A black crossbow arrow penetrated the iron armor on Jiang Huai's shoulder, and a cold and ferocious arrow protruded from his back. Jiang Huai's face looked a little pale at the moment, and he stepped forward to meet the man who turned over.
Zhu Qizhen squeezed out a smile. "The humble minister is incompetent, please punish him."
"Fortunately, I just injured my shoulder, and my life is fine. Someone, please take Jiang Huai over for treatment." Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after taking a look at Jiang Huai's injuries, and ordered the guards around him.
He said, turned his head and rushed to Jianghuai leader: "Relax in peace, I will get justice for you."
After saying these words, Zhu Qizhen turned around and jumped on his mount. He raised his eyes and glanced at the surging soldiers and generals behind him. He raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly: "All armies obey orders. Without my will, any
One person is not allowed to move forward. Anyone who disobeys the order will be subject to military law!"
"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" Shi Heng couldn't help but became anxious. He galloped forward and grabbed Zhu Qizhen's reins.
"Chief Soldier Shi, don't you want to hear my will?" Zhu Qizhen's face turned cold and he shouted in a deep voice, his eyes like knives piercing Shi Heng's heart.
"Your Majesty, no matter what, we are your bodyguards. If you want to go in person, please allow us to accompany you. Otherwise, I will wait." Qian Zhong also heard the meaning of Zhu Qizhen's decree, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the
The swords on his waist were pressed directly on his neck. The five hundred guards all drew their swords and pressed them on their necks. Pairs of eyes full of expectation were looking at Nale Rein.
Zhu Qizhen looked astonished while riding the horse.!