The firecrackers and cannons brought by Lian Jie supplemented the empty defense of Nanjing, and those things in Nanjing that were made during the Longwu period and could not be stuffed into the barrels of cannonballs were finally honorably retired.

At the same time, Mu Chengye and his Nanjing Army were honorably retired.

Lin He had never seen the tragic situation of Nanjing before the Sichuan army came, but even Mu Chengye and Lian Jie were injured like that, not to mention the remaining 8,000 Nanjing troops.

It is not a serious injury or a minor injury, it is common to have missing arms and legs, many people are already dying, and military doctors are simply too busy. The city of Nanjing was full of people carrying corpses to bury them - this group of people was still the "Nanjing Volunteers" organized by Lian Jie at the beginning.

As soon as Lin He saw the scene, where did he dare to let people continue to hold on, and quickly replaced all the Sichuan troops, so that the 8,000 Nanjing army, including Mu Chengye, could rest for life.

Mu Chengye really couldn't hold it anymore, and he slept in the military tent for two days as soon as he rested, and the military doctor was almost afraid that people wouldn't wake up.

But Lian Jie hung his arms and went up to the city every day to inspect the defense of Nanjing, and he was more diligent than Lin He. Lin He followed behind Lian Jie bitterly, and persuaded him very vaguely, you should rest and rest. Lian Jie blew his beard and said, "Where the duty is, how dare you be contemptuous." ”

Lin He had no choice but to shut up and follow Lian Jie's bitter patrol.

Although the two of them are now at the same level, Lian Jie is a civil official, Lin He is a military general, and in Daheng, which emphasizes literature over military force, this "governor" is still bigger than the "chief soldier".

Nanjing, Zhejiang, and Fujian are not like Liaodong, Liaodong is the "capital division", all the places are military units of the guard, there is no civilian official like the governor, Yu Jingning went to be the chief soldier, that is, to grasp it inside and out.

Lin and here it is much more complicated. In the southeast, there are not only military units such as the "Metropolitan Guards", but also local "political departments". Therefore, he can't be as chic as Yu Jingning, and he must pass the pass of Lianjie, the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang.

Lin He's martial arts are a little loose, and they are indeed stronger than ordinary people, but they can't stand Lian Jie's continuous way of working, and they rushed over for thousands of miles, and when they only gave half a day to rest, they were immediately dragged up to rectify the defense and build the city wall.

Therefore, when patrolling the city today, Lin He almost fell asleep in the turret with the Hongyi heavy cannon.

The soldiers around him didn't have the courage to call the commander-in-chief, so they could only watch him sleep with the barrel of the gun, and then lazy beside him.

Lin He slept so much that the chicks pecked the rice, and little by little, the hara was about to drip out. However, before Lin He's mouth dripped, something happened first.

The little scout jumped on his horse, pulled the reins and galloped wildly, and when he dismounted, he almost flew out, and he rolled twice in the ground, and rushed up to the drum tower like a convulsion, and picked up the drumstick and struck it.

"Enemy attack—" the little scout cried out in tears, and nearly ripping his arm off with his drumstick.

Lin He held on to the cannon and suddenly woke up: "What's the matter?!" ”

The artillerymen on duty in the turret also hurriedly looked at it and shouted: "General soldier! There is an enemy attack! ”

Lin He drew the sword from his waist, ran to the outside of the turret, just ran two steps and suddenly stopped the car, and found that the quiver of his bow bag was not hanging on his body, so he clattered to find the stairs, and wanted to hurry down to the city to get the quiver of his bow bag.

After running for a while, he pulled another soldier over, and shouted into the soldier's ear to the sound of the earth-shattering drums: "Go and fetch my bow and quiver!" ”

The soldier frowned and distinguished Lin He's words for a moment, and then understood what he meant, and immediately shouted at Lin He: "Yes!" So he ran downstairs.

Eighteen Guocheng Gates outside Nanjing, I don't know how much time it takes to run around the city wall, and now the main attack of the rebel army is Ande Gate, Lin He ran for a long time and did not run to the place, very regretful.

He regretted very much that he had not run down the castle tower, and that he should have ridden to the Ander Gate at the bottom of the castle tower and then go up.

But it will definitely be too late for him to run any longer, so he can only run wildly on top of the castle tower, and he barely ran to the place when he ran almost out of breath.

Before he could hold his knees and take a few breaths, he saw Lian Jie standing calmly on the city wall, hanging one left hand, and commanding with the other: "Boiling oil!" ”

Lin He took another step forward, and the scholar, who couldn't pick his hand and couldn't resist, shouted again with great momentum, and said, "Prepare lime!" ”

By the time Lin He ran to the top of the Ande Gate, Lian Jie was already full of the momentum of "Although tens of millions of people are going to me", he shouted loudly: "Release the arrow!" ”

Thousands of arrows were fired in Nanjing City, and Lin He almost blocked the position of a soldier who released arrows, and was protected by a shield and pushed back.

Lin He's mood was very complicated, and he walked behind Lian Jie, who was standing at the head of the city shouting and supervising the battle, and called: "Lord Lian." ”

Lian Jie glanced back at him, didn't speak, turned his head and continued to supervise the battle.

At this glance, Lin and Baiwei were mixed, as if they were nailed to the spot by this look, and they couldn't walk anymore. Obviously, he is the general of Fujian and Zhejiang, and he is the general who is now guarding Nanjing City, so why is it that no matter who he is, he is more like a general of Nanjing City than him, whether it is Mu Chengye or Lian Jie.

At this time, the soldier who ran down to the city to get a bow bag and quiver for him finally ran back and handed the thing to Lin He: "Lord Commander." ”

Lin He took his bow bag and quiver, finally came back to his senses, and slowly hung the quiver of the bow bag on himself. He put his sword back into its scabbard, but took out his longbow and slung it to his body.

He walked behind Lian Jie: "I didn't know that Lord Lian would lead the troops." ”

"Once raw and twice ripe." Lian Jie's expression was faint, and he didn't give Lin He a look, "I studied with Commander Mu in Nanjing City, and I became a monk halfway, and I can't compare to General Lin Bing." ”

Anyone can hear that Lian Jie is saving face for Lin He.

But Lin He trembled slightly, and he didn't know if the city of Nanjing was too cold, or the armor was too thin. He felt that this Lian Jie was too humble, and this was just a slap in the face.

In the turret, the sound of cannons rang out, and the ears of the people upstairs were buzzing. The gunners and archers were all huddled on the ramparts, covered by heavy infantry with shields, and the guns and arrows were pointed outward, and the light of the fire and the arrows flashed together, and the brilliance disappeared in a moment under the bleak sky.

Under the city was a huge crash car, which made a dull sound from the heavy jack gate of Nanjing, and the soldiers on the city tower poured all the burned boiling oil downward, and threw more than a dozen torches down with it.

The city of Nanjing was burned to pieces.

Lin He held the bow and stood on top of the Ande Gate in Nanjing City, feeling like a fool.