The Beijing division under the autumn day, the gray-yellow city wall, after the precipitation of the years, reveals a kind of desolate mottling, the flags on the city wall are waving with the wind, the red dragon flag, it looks so dazzling, and the tens of thousands of iron horsemen under the city erected the dragon flag echoes.

On the city wall, tens of thousands of elite soldiers belonging to the camp of the Beijing Division all looked at the solemn and silent Ming army under the city with a complex and indescribable expression and gaze.

Zhu Qizhen was dressed in bright yellow heavy armor, and under him was a tall red horse, at this moment, he stood in the forefront, standing on the yellowed soil slope of the wild grass, looking at the towering city gate, this is the Desheng Gate. When he was captured at the hands of the Watts, he was once imprisoned in the car, escorted to the Desheng Gate, and issued that shocking roar and declaration.

Now more than two years have passed in a flash, and this time, his identity is no longer a prisoner of war imprisoned by the enemy, but His Majesty the Emperor Taishang, who has washed away his shame, trampled the entire grassland under his feet, and returned with unprecedented feats.

Behind him, there are more than 18,000 elite cavalry riding and riding two horses, mighty, vigorous, momentum, like tens of thousands of strong divisions, although no one is noisy, but the solemn and solemn military appearance, but it is full of a trembling battlefield killing intent.

The soldiers of the Beijing camp at the head of the capital division city couldn't help but stir with some trepidation. However, they quickly regained their composure under the shouts of many officers and the whipping of their scabbards, but the faces with doubt and anxiety revealed their inner emotions.

On the city wall, Yu Qian looked at the person who was outside the city, wearing bright yellow heavy armor, strangled the horse's head, and looked at Zhu Qizhen from afar. Looking at the iron cavalry behind him that stopped galloping, and then gradually fell silent, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Yang Hong's big hand pressed on the bricks of the female wall at the head of the city, his eyes looked at Zhu Qizhen, looked at the back of the horse, the straight spine like a javelin, and the figure standing proudly, his expression couldn't help but be in a trance. It seems that two years ago, under the city of Xuanfu, the sword and axe of the stabbing soldiers against Nawa were added, but they were still proud and smiling.

"He hasn't changed after all, and he's still so proud." Yang Hong muttered in a low voice, his gaze crossed Zhu Qizhen, and looked at the iron horse torrent behind him, but unfortunately, the distance was too far, so that he had no way to distinguish who were his three sons who were the male soldiers wearing similar clothes and armor.

-------------------- "Wan, Wan, the Emperor......" Wang Cheng looked at the city, and when he thought of the past, the gentle and elegant, as if he would not be angry with anyone, talked, and did things, and always seemed so peaceful and gentle, was really completely different from the emperor in front of him.

Looking at Zhu Qizhen's figure that still seemed extremely familiar, even if it was far away, the heavy oppressive force was like a flood, giving him the illusion that he was out of breath and speechless.

Looking at his tall and burly figure far taller than Zhu Qiyu, Wang Cheng couldn't help but think of the dust that had been buried in the depths of memory, the arrogant figure full of iron blood and strength, that figure belonged to Zhu Di, the emperor Taizong who was famous in martial arts and was both respected and feared by the world.

The two figures, now, are actually in Wang Cheng's sight, beginning to overlap and gradually close together. And Wang Cheng's face became more and more pale and miserable.

"Your Majesty, it seems that Jingshi does not welcome you back. This is the range of fire of the city's heavy artillery, Your Majesty, do you move back first, and wait for the ministers to call the door first. Sun Zhirui rode to Zhu Qizhen's side, put his hand on the pergola and looked at the full and heavily guarded city, couldn't help but be a little nervous, turned his head and said respectfully towards Zhu Qizhen.

"There's no need, I'm the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, could it be that they dare to use swords against me?" Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but sneer and shook his head, glanced at Sun Zhirui, but didn't let him call the door, but turned his head and shouted in a deep voice behind him: "Jianghuai! ”

"Weichen is here, what does Your Majesty command?" Among the guards behind him, a fierce and sturdy guard stepped out of the crowd, rode in front of Zhu Qizhen, and saluted Zhu Qizhen with a fist on horseback.

Zhu Qizhen bowed his head slightly at Jianghuai and then ordered: "You go to the city, ask who is above, and by the way, tell the people above the city that I am here to offer prisoners and sacrifices to the temple, and let them open the city gate for me." ”

"Wechen obeys!" Jiang Huai didn't say much, after receiving the will, he pulled the horse's head and drank heavily, and galloped towards the gate of Nadesheng Gate, looking at his vigorous figure, Zhu Qizhen slowly inhaled a cold late autumn breath, everything between himself and Zhu Qiyu will make a break today.

The future of Daming will also change direction today, towards a new and unknown, but will be bright.

Jianghuai raised his horse and whipped his horse, galloping towards the towering and seemingly impregnable city wall of the Beijing Division. Looking at the familiar Jingshi city wall, his expression couldn't help but change a little, revealing a little nostalgia and expectation.

He was originally a soldier of the Jingshi battalion, but after the battle of Tumubao, he was wounded and captured by the Watters, and at this moment, two or three months at this moment was a kind of unreminiscent of the life of a prisoner of unknown death, and after that, he was sold to a small chief of the steppe tribe and became his slave.

He was more tired than an ox, but he ate less than a dog, and his military uniform was already in tatters, so he could only go outside, draped in a rough felt cloth to protect him from the wind and rain, and just when he thought that he was buried in this land full of despair, the so-called master, the little chief of the steppe tribe, happily took from a man several times the amount of money he had spent on it, and threw himself to the man.

It was a Mongolian dressed as a Mongol, but he spoke fluent Chinese, even authentic Mandarin, when he told himself that his name was Ha Ming, and he was a person close to His Majesty the Emperor, and at the behest of His Majesty, he came to ransom them, the Ming prisoners of war who were sold to the steppe tribes.

When he heard this, Jiang Huai, who originally thought that he would fall into another tribulation, couldn't bear it anymore, and cried on the spot, crying like a child.

Lying on the cart, listening to the accounts of several other prisoners of war who were also ransomed, Jiang Huai finally understood that the reason why he and the others were able to escape such a terrible fate was because His Majesty the Emperor Taishang, who was also captured, made every effort to make them redeemed, and they would be released and return to their homeland.

And Jiang Huai, who finally recovered after more than a month of rest, did not leave, but took the initiative to propose that he would continue to stay on the grassland and stay by the side of Zhu Qizhen, the captured emperor, and finally Jiang Huai became a confidant guard by Zhu Qizhen's side, until now.

And today, his wife and children, as well as his old father, all live in Jingshi, but he is outside the city, this familiar giant city, because of the hostile soldiers above the city, it seems a little strange.

Under the moat, Jiang Huaile stopped his horse's head, raised his head and shouted: "His Majesty the Emperor has a decree, the battle of the grassland today must be fully accomplished, His Majesty the Emperor will personally go to the temple to offer prisoners, why don't you open the city gate quickly to welcome His Majesty the Emperor?!" ”

-------------------- Zhu Qizhen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Jiang Huai, who was riding alone in the city, shouting to the city, but above the city, there was a dead silence, tens of thousands of people, but no one was willing to respond.

Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but smile, it seemed that he had revisited the pictures and scenes under the city, and the moment the corners of his mouth were cocked, but they suddenly froze, because the burly and majestic body of Jianghuai, who was originally standing on the bank of the moat, suddenly stagnated, and seemed to have almost fallen off the horse.

And above the city, there seemed to be some kind of confusion that made people scratch, and Zhu Qizhen's face couldn't help but turn cold. "Qian Zhong, take Jianghuai back!"

"Weichen obeys, follow me!" Qian Zhong obeyed the order, and then led dozens of cavalry guards to meet the Jianghuai. Soon, the Jianghuai was surrounded in the middle and rushed towards the military formation where Zhu Qizhen was located.

"Your Majesty, it's a crossbow!" Before anyone arrived, a roar of unwillingness and anger had already reached Zhu Qizhen's ears.

A black-covered crossbow arrow penetrated the iron armor on Jiang Huai's shoulder, and a cold and hideous arrow stretched out from his back, and Jiang Huai's face was a little pale at the moment, and he squeezed out a smile at Zhu Qizhen, who turned over and stepped forward. "Weichen is incompetent, please punish Your Majesty."

"It's okay, it's just that I hurt my shoulder, and my surname is fine. Come and quickly bring Jianghuai over for healing. Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after looking at Jiang Huai's injury, instructed the guards beside him, turned his head and said to Jiang Huai: "Recuperate from your injuries with peace of mind, I will give you justice." ”

Throwing down such a sentence, Zhu Qizhen turned around and jumped on his mount, raised his eyes and swept the surging soldiers and generals behind him, raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "All the armies obey orders, without my will, no one is allowed to move forward, and those who violate the order will be engaged in military law!" ”

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do here?" Shi Heng couldn't help but be in a hurry, ran forward, and grabbed Zhu Qizhen's reins.

"Mr. Shi, don't you want to hear my will?" Zhu Qizhen's face turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice, his eyes were like knives, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in Shi Heng's heart.

"Your Majesty, no matter what, we are your guards, you want to go in person, please allow your Majesty to accompany us, otherwise, the ministers will ......" Qian Zhong also heard the meaning of Zhu Qizhen's will, gritted his teeth, pulled out the war knife at his waist, and pressed it directly on his neck, and five hundred guards all drew their knives and pressed them between their necks, and a pair of eyes full of anticipation looked at Zhu Qizhen who was stunned.

(To be continued)