"Xiujin, when you read this letter, the place where the husband died is called Allahabad, a city located in Tianzhu.

Please forgive your husband for not being able to go on with you in the days to come, and I can't accompany you to take care of our children, because my husband is a general and a soldier.

The crockpot will inevitably break, and the general will inevitably die.

After so many years in the army, the sword mountain and arrow rain have survived, and he has been blessed by heaven, and he enjoys wealth and wealth in a high position.

Those who are ministers should repay the king's kindness.

Therefore, the husband decided to die in Allahabad.

After you read this letter, I hope you can remarry with your children, don't be widowed for your husband all your life, and educate our children well, let him study hard, and gain fame in the future, and don't be like his father who can only mix in the ranks.

If in the future, Tianzhu becomes the territory of my Ming Dynasty, remember to let our children come to this city called Allahabad to pay tribute to his father, and take a look by the way.

Look at the land that my Daming Erlang plowed for them with his blood and life.

This is the husband's masterpiece, when Jianwen was in the Allahabad coalition camp on the seventh day of December in the eighth year. ”

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When the bloody siege lasted until the fifth day, the outcome of the battle was no longer cared about by the attackers and defenders.

The besieging soldiers mechanically charged and climbed the ladder to meet death.

After losing the boulder and boiling oil, the soldiers defending the city waved the scimitar in their hands over and over again, and picked up the Ming Dynasty waist knife left on the city wall and the coalition army to attack.

Killing, as casual and natural as breathing.

Except for the late night when the carnival of death comes to a halt, whether at dawn or evening, on the banks of the Ganges, the city called Allahabad is baptized with blood.

The entire 200,000 coalition troops defeated more than 50,000 in five days, and countless people were wounded.

Many of the first surviving soldiers would line up to continue the siege on a new round after repairing.

Fifty thousand.

This is a number that has already surpassed the defenders!

Although among the 50,000 people, there are only seven or eight thousand athletes in the Ming Dynasty, this number still makes Ma Dajun's heart uncomfortable.

Da Ming, I haven't suffered such battle losses for many years.

Ma Dajun didn't even know how many lives needed to be filled in this Allahabad in front of him to see the hope of breaking the city.

"Marshal, let's retreat first."

Zheng Taihe, the chief general of Phnom Penh, found Ma Dajun, as a descendant of Han Chinese, Zheng Taihe called Ma Dajun Marshal rather than His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief like other countries.

"At the moment, it is unrealistic to conquer Allahabad, and the morale of the army is already unstable."

Barbarians are barbarians after all, no matter how they practice, in terms of spiritual attributes, this group of barbarian soldiers will never be as tenacious as the Ming army.

The death rate of more than 20% has brought this coalition army to the brink of collapse.

Ma Dajun closed his eyes with some regret, he didn't even know how to deal with the current predicament.

According to his temper, Ma Dajun wanted to cut off the heads of all the commanders of these small countries, because these things were insulting the glory of being a soldier.

But Ma Dajun can't do this, the Seven-Nation Alliance or the Seven-Nation Alliance, that is a community of interests that Zhu Yunwen has built with great difficulty, and Ma Dajun can't destroy the foundation of this alliance for his own pleasure.

Perhaps, this battle is the only defeat in his life.

Opening his eyes, Ma Dajun once again glanced at the city of Allahabad not far away, and his lips moved.

How he wanted to keep fighting, but he couldn't.

Once the coalition collapses or mutiny, then the trust foundation of the Seven-Nation Alliance led by the Ming Dynasty created by the "Kunming Seven-Nation Agreement" will be shaken, and this military fiasco will make the leadership of the Ming Dynasty suffer a storm, and Zhu Yunwen wants to form the Seven-Nation Alliance again, and he doesn't know how many years it will be delayed.

Therefore, if you can't do anything, you can only admit defeat.

"Attack again!"

Just when Ma Dajun decided to order the withdrawal of the army, Chen Chunsheng stood up, and he took a deep look at Ma Dajun: "With our Ming army as the main force, supplemented by five thousand coalition troops, we will attack again at the end!" ”

Once the order to retreat was given, it meant that the two of them put their heads under the ghost's head knife.

"This time, I'll lead the charge."

Chen Chunsheng's words moved Ma Dajun's expression, and he opened his mouth to persuade him, but found that he didn't know what to say.

"The army, you are the commander-in-chief, if this siege fails, you will bring the coalition forces back to Jiaozhi and Yunnan."

Chen Chunsheng smiled reluctantly, and then he adjusted his helmet: "So, take the lead in attacking the city, leave it to me, you have been in the limelight for so many years, and it is time to give your brother a chance." ”

If you fight against the water, if you succeed, you will live, and if you retreat, you will die.

Ma Dajun can't risk the arrows himself, although there is a high probability that he will lead the retreat is also a dead end, but he has preserved the vitality of the coalition army, and after the autumn, at least Nanjing can still raise his noble hand.

Once the coalition army collapsed, Chen Chun was afraid, not just the two of them.

"I'll be able to take it, I'm sure you."

Ma Dajun didn't even believe what he said, but he still gave Chen Chunsheng support in the firmest tone.

"This letter to the family was written by me last night, and when you return to Yunnan, I will hand it over to your brothers and sisters."

Looking at the letter handed over by Chen Chunsheng, Ma Dajun shouted: "Don't play this game with Lao Tzu, you will go back to Yunnan and hand it over by yourself." ”

In the face of this familiar scolding, Chen Chunsheng laughed instead, he didn't say anything, just looked at Ma Dajun directly.

The latter pursed his lips, then took it solemnly.

"Drums, trumpets."

Ma Dajun took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "Siege!" ”

As the sun set, the coalition forces launched their last large-scale siege battle, and it was also the most decisive.

Under the leadership of the deputy commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, they brazenly roared at the crumbling city!

At the top of the city, the voices chanting Allah were only faintly audible, exhausted, or more accurately, almost numb, and the Green Cult could not understand why this coalition army was able to make such a sharp charge.

Don't they know what exhaustion is?

"Kill every Kafir, Allah is with us!"

The lieutenant governor of Allahabad at the head of the city shouted, and he was doing his best to boost morale.

But at this time, his strong body didn't even have the strength to pick up a thin scimitar, and he could only watch as soldiers wearing Ming army armor poured into the city one after another.

The game of killing is playing out again, and the grim reaper in the sky is smiling again.

"Kill!"

Chen Chunsheng's first action after turning over the battlement was a swift forward lunge and rolling, dodging several steel knives like waiting for a rabbit, jumping up and slashing several people in a row.

At this time, in front of a group of exhausted Green Cultists, he was a fierce tiger, and there was almost no enemy under the horizontal sword.

Seeing that the main general was so powerful, those who participated in the siege of the city, whether it was the Ming army or the coalition army, the already weak body once again burst out with three points of fighting spirit, and began to expand the bridgehead position on the head of the city around Chen Chunsheng.

The balance of the war has tilted in favor of the coalition forces.