It was not Lu Xiangsheng who led the team to steal the city. After all, he was the governor of Denglai, and his rank was too high. If something happened, he would make the slave chief Taiji laugh out loud. He couldn't defeat the person who he couldn't defeat despite all the hard work and scheming.
But he came to Shengjing to die. He could laugh out of his dreams.
At the meeting that day when it was decided to steal the city, Lu Xiangsheng made this request himself. He said to Zhong Jinwei: "Master Marquis, it is better for me to lead them to steal the city."
Everyone who participated in the meeting was stunned after hearing this. Are you kidding me? Have you ever heard of the governor being the first to attack the city?
"Jiutai, you have to lead by example, don't be ridiculous!" Zhong Jinwei said with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Lu Xiangsheng was very serious and replied seriously: "Master Hou, I am not joking. I believe that the most important thing in stealing the city is that the first soldiers to withstand the attack of the Jianlu guards to ensure the follow-up
Comrades are constantly coming to the city, which requires that the soldiers who go up first must be strong in force. This is not to belittle oneself, but now the military force in the army is said to be second by the subordinates, but no one dares to claim to be first."
After Lu Xiangsheng finished speaking, he stood up, revealing his giant murderous god embryo. In addition, he could reveal murderous intent, which immediately caused great psychological pressure on the people around him.
Zhong Jinwei looked at the monstrous Lu Xiangsheng and couldn't understand that he could be admitted to the Jinshi with such a figure. He was really a weirdo that had not been seen in thousands of years. Such things as well-developed limbs and simple mind were simply not possible in Lu Xiangsheng.
to manifest.
"Jiutai, sit down and talk." Zhong Jinwei waved his hand to Lu Xiangsheng and said with a smile.
Lu Xiangsheng just wanted to prove his strength. Since he had already shown it, he stopped showing off and sat down as he was told, making everyone around him secretly relieved.
After Lu Xiangsheng sat down, Zhong Jinwei said to him sincerely: "Jiutai, although you are indeed powerful, you are still the governor of the Ming Dynasty. If anything happens, you can't afford to lose it!"
Unexpectedly, Lu Xiangsheng led his army instead: "Master Hou, the emperor has told you not to take risks, but you still go deep into the tiger's den. Why? Don't you just want to take advantage of this rare opportunity to give Jianlu a fatal blow and capture Jianlu?"
If you just go to Shenyang City to show off, you don’t have to go. The same goes for Xiaguan. If the purpose is not to seize the city, Xianguan will not take the risk."
Seeing that Zhong Jinwei had stopped talking, he continued to say vigorously: "Master Marquis, don't worry, I won't joke with my life. If the sneak attack fails, I will definitely not force it."
After finishing speaking, Lu Xiangsheng looked at Zhong Jinwei sincerely, with a trace of determination in his eyes, looking forward to Zhong Jinwei's affirmation.
Zhong Jinwei was a little touched. Who doesn't care about his own life? He cares, and so does Lu Xiangsheng. Now, no matter whether he, Lu Xiangsheng, or other soldiers risk their lives to give Jianlu a fatal blow, they just want Jianlu to die.
Defeat and eliminate the Jianlu, restore the northeastern part of the Ming Dynasty, and give the people of the Ming Dynasty a stable environment so that they no longer suffer from military disasters.
Of course, Zhong Jinwei had more sufficient reasons than them to destroy the Jianlu, so that the land of China would no longer suffer the pain of the past.
The most critical point is that this operation is not about death, but about taking risks. There is a big difference between them.
After Zhong Jinwei thought for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay, Jiutai, let us take down Jianlu's puppet capital together!"
Of course, Zhong Jinwei agreed, but he still ordered the other soldiers who stole the city to protect Lu Xiangsheng.
Besides, the Ming troops outside Shenyang City all took their positions according to the prior plan, and then rested and waited for the time to attack.
Fortunately, the weather is cool at night, and it happens to be a time when it is neither too cold nor too hot, so the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty do not suffer much from lurking in the wild.
But at this moment, not many soldiers of the Ming Dynasty could fall asleep calmly and peacefully. They were all trying to soothe their emotions and maintain a state of false sleep.
Time passed slowly, and Zhong Jinwei kept observing the movements at the top of the city with his binoculars. He found that although the Jianlu yawned and showed signs of fatigue, none of them would hide away for a while.
He couldn't help but secretly admire that Jianlu's success was not entirely due to the incompetence of the Ming army.
The night gradually became darker and darker, and the half-circle moon was about to set. Gu Baichuan gently reminded Zhong Jinwei: "Master Hou, the time is almost here."
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he lost his previous nervousness and walked towards the resting place where Lu Xiangsheng and other warriors who stole the city were resting.
None of the forty Ming army officers and soldiers including Lu Xiangsheng was asleep. When they saw Zhong Jinwei approaching, they all stood up.
There was no need to say anything, Zhong Jinwei nodded at them.
Lu Xiangsheng immediately picked up his eighty-two kilogram Qinglong Yanyue Sword given by the emperor, clasped his fist towards Zhong Jinwei, and said softly: "Master Hou, look at ours."
Zhong Jinwei didn't say anything more about taking care of himself. What needed to be said had already been said. He just raised his right hand and saluted Lu Xiangsheng with a new military salute.
His guards also saluted along with Zhong Jinwei, wishing these brave Ming soldiers success.
Lu Xiangsheng led the way, passing in front of Zhong Jinwei, and touched the city wall not far away. Other soldiers also passed by Zhong Jinwei one after another, and Zhong Jinwei never lowered his saluting hand until the last soldier passed by.
All the Ming army officers and soldiers outside the city silently stared in the direction of the city wall, secretly praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky that their comrades would succeed.
The range that the torches on the city can illuminate is not very far, let alone the lower part of the city.
Lu Xiangsheng led his men to sneak under the city wall and waited for Jianlu's patrol to slowly go away. When he estimated in his mind that the patrol was almost far away, he waved back.
The eight sword and shield players immediately walked over, each took out a flying claw, lined up in a line, with the distance between each other only about one foot, and began to rotate the flying claw.
Behind them, there are eight other sword and shield players, preparing to follow closely. Five feet away from them, there are another two groups of sword and shield players preparing, and Lu Xiangsheng is in this group.
The soldiers of the Ming army who turned the flying claws secretly counted in their hearts. At about the same time, the flying claws fell out of their hands and flew straight to the top of the city.
A continuous "ding-dong" sound was heard immediately. Although the sound was not too loud, it could still be heard clearly in this silent night.
The first batch of soldiers who stole the city had no chance to hesitate. As soon as the flying claw was thrown up, they tightened the rope in their hands. When they found it was tight, they quickly climbed up.
These city-stealing warriors were all agile and could climb very quickly. But even so, when they climbed more than halfway, the prisoners on top of the city probably realized what they were doing, and spoke loudly in Jurchen dialect. Shouting, he threw himself towards the battlements.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of a knife being pulled out of its scabbard and the sound of being chopped into bricks were heard from the top of the city. The thick rope on the flying claw began to be cut, and the first warrior who stole the city fell.