Ming Dynasty entry: I am Chongzhen, the greatest emperor of all time!

Chapter 54 Dark clouds threaten to destroy the city

As for the artillery entries and post roads, they are not too useless.

The latter, in particular, can increase the smoothness and top speed of a single line.

If he remembered correctly, there was a post road from the capital, passing through Luzhou to Hubei.

It was tailor-made for Huang Degong's trip to Beijing.

As for the other white and green attributes, Zhu Youjian did not add them all to the Yongwei Camp this time.

Instead, the entry that does not limit the number of troops is added to the new Fifth Army Camp.

Try your best to form a certain combat effectiveness before the decisive battle.

The rest was stuffed into the Yongwei Camp.

There is no way. If you want to add attributes, you need to control the troops first.

Apart from the system troops, the only one left in the capital is the Yongwei Battalion.

The purple artillery entry is added to the Shenji Battalion.

Increasing the hit rate and reducing the chance of explosion are also very powerful benefits.

After doing all this, Zhu Youjian left the Neichengyunku with his hands behind his back and returned to the Qianqing Palace.

……

The days in the capital in early spring are still too short. Just after half past the hour of Xu, it is already completely dark.

The pale moon hung in the sky, providing a little light.

Fan Jingwen, still wearing the silk clothes with crane patches, left the Chuang army camp with his head held high.

Wang Erhu, who recognized his fellow villagers in the surrendered army camp, hurried to catch up.

At the same time, he did not forget to remind Zhao Youtian, "Brother Youtian, don't forget what I just said. Tell the brothers not to sleep so soundly. Kneel when you need to, and don't let the officials know."

Zhao Youtian watched Wang Erhu and others leave in confusion.

I don’t understand what Wang Erhu meant by his last sentence.

While he was holding the spear in a daze, several fellow villagers rushed over to him.

Looking at the hundred brave guards going away, his eyes were filled with envy.

"Full body armor... Even our centurions don't have this kind of treatment."

"Did you see that? A sea of ​​fine steel spears, waist knives, bone-shaped breastplates, and... Oh my god, I bet it's the Emperor's Lin Jun. I heard he can earn six taels of silver a month!"

"That set of armor is enough to buy our lives!"

"Youtian is really promising. He knows such a high-ranking official."

Zhao Youtian could only shake his head and smile bitterly when he was complimented. He didn't even know how Wang Erhu got to know him.

Several people returned to the tent with laughter.

The smell of rotten grass mixed with sweat hit their noses, but they were already used to it.

Fellow villagers surrounded Zhao Youtian, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.

Zhang Laosan pressed on, "What did the armored captain say?"

"Just tell the brothers not to sleep too much and kneel down when they need to."

Zhao Youtian responded casually, but his attention was completely on the hard multi-grain cake in his arms.

This was secretly stuffed into Wang Erhu's pocket before he left. He wanted to break it apart and share it with his fellow villagers, but looking at the seven or eight pairs of hungry eyes around him, he ended up just tucking it into his torn jacket.

Everyone just felt bored and dispersed one by one.

Someone else laughed and cursed, "You can survive by kneeling? I was kneeling when the government troops chopped down three of my fellow villagers!"

Zhao Youtian smiled innocently without explaining.

Huddled in the haystack, protected by a tattered jacket, his toes, cracked from frostbite, burned with pain.

He recalled the day he left home, when his wife, eight months pregnant, chased him for three miles before finally falling down on the side of the official road and crying, "What will the baby be called when it's born?"

"Call me Sanniu!"

If you have land, you need oxen to plow it.

Three cows would definitely save a lot of energy...

After an unknown amount of time, the ground suddenly shook and horses neighed outside the tent.

Zhao Youtian sat up suddenly from a half-awake state. From outside the tent came shouts of alarm, "Government troops! It's government cavalry! The government troops are raiding the camp! Form a line! Form a line!"

The sounds of gongs and drums rang out at the same time.

Zhao Youtian rolled and crawled out of the tent, holding the slightly bent spear in his hand.

But the moonlight was like a knife, illuminating the iron armor of the three thousand camps with a cold and sharp light.

The village wall was pulled down. Armored warhorses galloped past the campfires, and the knights on saddle brandished their lances and swords, stirring up clouds of blood.

The surrendered army camp was in chaos, with soldiers running around everywhere and patrol commanders gathering their subordinates everywhere.

Zhao Youtian stared at the scene blankly, standing there not knowing what to do.

Zhao Youtian was awakened after being knocked down by a fellow villager who was fleeing for his life.

Wang Erhu's instructions before leaving rang in my ears.

“Kneel down… kneel down…”

"Yes! Kneel down! Quick! Kneel down and you can survive!"

As soon as he shouted, a deserter not far away was hit on the back by an iron hoof, and the crisp sound of the broken spine could be clearly heard.

Zhao Youtian saw with his own eyes that Zhang Dazui, who had been bragging during the day, fell to the ground, and red and white liquid sprayed into a ball in the mud.

The entire night attack lasted three quarters of an hour.

The old camp of the rebel army did not appear until the hour of midnight, holding torches.

The three thousand cavalry battalions had long since disappeared.

Zhao Youtian knelt among the corpses, watching the soldiers from the old camp whip the wounded soldiers with horsewhips until they rolled on the ground.

A man with a broken leg begged for help, but was beheaded with a single blow.

He touched half a piece of cake in his arms and remembered Wang Erhu's warm breath under his armor.

It turns out that dogs also have different levels. These people wrapped in rags are even worse than dogs...

……

That night, Zhao Youtian experienced the attack on the camp and the moving of corpses. Before he could get some sleep, the drum for gathering troops sounded again.

I ate a full meal in a daze and was driven to the moat in a daze.

When he looked up again, the Deshengmen Tower was right in front of him.

The black dragon flag fluttered like waves in the morning breeze, and a figure in golden armor and a red robe could be vaguely seen standing with a sword.

Looking back.

The five hundred thousand rebel troops surged across the horizon like a black tide, and the dull thud of their footsteps caused the river to surge.

Zhao Youtian had never seen such a scene. From Deshengmen in the east to Andingmen in the west, there was a square formation of infantry in brown armor connected to shield carts pulled by mules and horses. The cold light of the top of the ladder flashed between the gaps in the flags.

The central army's banner was rustling in the north wind, and the golden-roofed tent under the banner reflected a cold light.

Zhu Youjian's knuckles turned white as he held onto the embrasure.

Although everything was as expected, I still felt a little nervous when faced with such a situation.

This time is different from the last time against Liu Zongmin.

Last time it was 20,000 to 30,000, and he still dared to fight outside the city by relying on the information gap and geographical advantage.

This time it's 20,000 against 700,000. It's good enough if we can hold the city gate with the help of the strong city and powerful artillery.

"Your Majesty, do you need to summon all the officials to supervise the battle..." Wang Chengen just opened his mouth to ask, but was interrupted by Wu Xiang's exclamation.

"not good!"

"What happened?" Zhu Youjian asked hurriedly.

Wu Xiang was afraid that he had seen it wrong, so he stared at the formation of the Chuang army and counted them, and then he spoke seriously to Zhu Youjian.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the rebel army has been divided..."

"How to say?"

"Your Majesty, look! The rebels are coming out in full force. The entire army is divided into five camps: front, back, left, right, and center, each with 100,000 men."

Zhu Youjian followed Wu Xiang's gaze.

It is indeed as the latter said, there are five camps in total.

But he couldn't count the number of people.

The left and right camps alone filled the twenty-mile battle line.

Not to mention the other three mighty battalions.

"Although the rebel army boasts a million men, the actual number should be at least 700,000. However, there are only 500,000 at the Desheng and Anning gates, and the whereabouts of the other 200,000 are unknown!"

Zhu Youjian reacted immediately.

"Are you saying that the Chuang army wants to attack other city gates!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Jinyiwei cavalryman suddenly ran up from the foot of the city.

"Report! Your Majesty, there are enemy formations outside the Guangqu and Zuoan gates!"

(End of this chapter)