"Your Royal Highness, my lord, the farmers outside the city are making trouble, you can go and take a look" Zheng Jue and Zhu Youlang just issued an order for the farmers to withdraw into the city, but they didn't expect the farmers to make a fuss, Zheng Jue had no choice but to go outside the city with Zhu Youlang immediately

Due to the lack of harvesters outside Jingyuan, several areas have been divided into fields that cannot be harvested, but fortunately, Jingyuan's grain reserves are enough, but the farmers outside the city are naturally reluctant to see that the grain they have planted for half a year is going to be burned

But when Zheng Jue arrived in Zhuangzi, he found that it seemed that unlike what he thought, the farmers did not make a fuss because the grain was burned

As soon as Zheng Jue entered Zhuangzi, he saw a group of farmers arguing about something around a few soldiers from Jingyuan Town, but it didn't seem to be so serious, and Zheng Jue needed to go out in person

"Folks, don't quarrel, Lord Zheng and His Highness have come down" The soldiers in Jingyuan Town had sharp eyes, and they saw Zheng Jue who was coming over at a glance, and breathed a sigh of relief

"What's going on?" Zheng Jue asked

"Back to my lord, the farmers outside the city are unwilling to retreat into the city!" Zheng Jue nodded and walked over to look at the group of farmers

"Why don't the villagers go into the city, aren't the Tartars coming?" Zheng Jue put away the official shelf and asked the farmers with a pleasant face

"Adults, it's not that the little ones don't come in, there are old people, children, and farmers at home, you must bring them into the city, let's stay here if we don't care" Zheng Jue was a little curious

"You unconcerned people?" Zheng Jue asked

"Back to the adult, the ancestral hometown of the little Yangzhou"

"Adult, the small hometown is Kunshan"

"My lord, the grass people are from Suzhou Prefecture"

……

Zheng Jue, who had read the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty in later generations, listened to these words in front of him, and gradually echoed his own memory, only these refugees who fled, and millions of compatriots were killed in their hometowns

"Adult, the little one doesn't want to say anything, I escaped all the way, we really don't want to hide, I just want to ask the adult to give me some iron pieces, and we will fight with the Tartars!" Zheng Jue's heart was tumbling at this time, which was not a taste

"You are just outside the city, what's the point of me staying, even you can't protect it, what's the point of me Zheng someone building this Jingyuan City!"

"My lord, that's not what the grass people mean" The farmers all knelt down in front of Zheng Jue's eyes one by one

"My lord and I are from Jinan Mansion, Chongzhen 17 years, Tartar entered the customs, my father and my mother died in front of my eyes, Tartar is not a person, even children who are less than a month old do not let go, I hate, why should I escape, how many times, I dreamed of my mother and my father, although they don't say anything, but I hate that I can't avenge them"

The seven-foot-tall man knelt down in front of Zheng Jue, hiding his face in pain, the man had tears and did not flick lightly, but he did not reach the sad place, facing his relatives being humiliated by foreign races, and he was a man, but he was powerless, it was a kind of hatred from the depths of his soul

"My lord, a few days ago there were relatives in Yangzhou, my sister-in-law and my nephew who was less than two years old were killed by the Tartars, and the eldest brother entered the water division of Lord Zhang in a fit of anger and heard that he was also killed in battle. My lord, I don't want much, just a spear or a knife, if you really don't give it to us, we will fight with the tartar to the end, even if we use a hoe or a flat pole! ”

Zheng Jue was moved, indeed if he was not moved like this, Zheng Jue would really be the same as this farmer said, then he was really not human

Zheng Jue sighed and said, "If you don't want to go into the city, there are still some equipment changed from the big camp in the city, I will send someone to bring it to you tonight."

After Zheng Jue left, the farmers knelt on the ground, did not stand up for a long time, dozens of people hugged their heads and cried, there are many such Zhuangzi, in this section of land from Wuzhou to Jingyuan, there are nearly 100 Zhuangzi, thousands of people heard the news that Zheng Jue will equip them to fight with the Tartars, and in the village with a few sympathetic "family members" hugging and crying

At this time, Jingyuan went to Wuzhou, countless people were crying, countless people were crying, but this time, they were not powerless, they were not choosing to escape, the flames of anger surged into their hearts, this is the hatred of the invaders, the invaders and traitors will pay the price of blood outside Jingyuan City this time!

"Second brother, this time, we will definitely win, Daming will definitely win, right?" Zhu Youlang was silent in the Zhuangzi just now, because he knew that the entry of the Qing army was directly related to the mistakes of the royal family, and he did not dare to meet the eyes of those "lonely" villagers, he was afraid

"Definitely, if I lose this battle, I won't have the face to see Cai'er! Such a thing, I don't allow him to happen in Daming! When Zheng Jue saw these farmers, it was like seeing the innocent Cai'er being brutally killed by the Qing army, and Cai'er's bloody face kept coming to Zheng Jue's mind

The hatred of the entire Ming Dynasty has accumulated to the verge of outbreak, the suppression of the nation has reached the limit, the Ming Dynasty is like a pressure cooker filled with hot oil, and the Manchu Qing, as the one who tightens the ventilation valve, will definitely pay the price!

On the tenth day of October in the second year of Longwu in the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youlang of the prison country was in the palace of King Gui of Jingyuan, ascended the throne as the emperor, changed the Yongli of the Yuan, and after Zhu Youlang ascended the throne, he went to the camp of Jingyuan Town with the civil and military ministers to inspect military affairs

"Zheng Jue, the chief soldier of Chen Zhenyuan, knock to see my emperor, long live, long live, long live" Zhu Youlang was dressed in a dragon robe, and after a simple enthronement ceremony, Zhu Youlang came to Zheng Jue's camp

"Aiqing is exempt, this Aiqing thinks that what are the chances of Aiqing winning this time against the Tartars?"

"Your Majesty, although the minister is not sure of success, he has the determination to become benevolent!" As soon as Zheng Jue's words came out, the four were shocked

"If my Ming generals are like Aiqing, what can this Tartar do even if he occupies the capital? Hahaha" Zhu Youlang laughed, and after a while of the civil and military ministers echoed with each other, Zhu Youlang returned to the palace

After Zhu Youlang left, Zheng Jue, who was dressed in armor, walked onto the school platform and looked at the generals below and the elite of Jingyuan Town

"Prepare for war today, this battle, I pray to die in battle!"

10,000 people chimed in: "Pray for death in battle!" ”

"Da Ming will win!"

"Sure to Win"

"Sure to Win"

……

The shouts of praying for death in the camp of the Jingyuan army shook the entire Jingyuan, and the frightened civil and military ministers of the Yongli Dynasty finally calmed down a little in the midst of this shouting and killing

Although the Jiyuan town in Wuzhou is just an ordinary Ming army, Ma Shiying has already transferred the Dingyuan town stationed in Nanning to the north, and on the cement road in Guangxi, countless four-wheeled carriages are galloping, and countless strategic materials are pouring into Jingyuan and Wuzhou like a tide, just waiting for the Qing army to come to the door