"Is it the Zheng Clan's reinforcements?" Zheng Zhilong also put down the chopsticks in his hand and said.

"Back to General Zheng, because it's getting late, I can't see their outfits clearly, so I don't know if it's the Zheng family's reinforcements."

"Are they marching this way?"

"Yes, General."

These Xu Zhi'an and the others didn't care about eating, and walked out directly. As he walked, he ordered the soldiers in the city to be on guard, and strictly guarded the soldiers who had surrendered in the city, so as to prevent them from joining forces with the soldiers outside the city and taking advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos.

The scouts sent the news over the intercom, and the army outside the city stopped ten miles south of the city and set up camp, seemingly with no intention of attacking Thang Long.

"Mo Bixian, didn't you say that Zheng Jie had already summoned all the elites in the country to the Shenglong Qin King? Where did the fifty or sixty thousand soldiers and horses out there come from?" Xu Zhi'an called Mo Bixian and asked with a frown.

"What? Fifty or sixty thousand soldiers outside? Where did it come from?"

"What do I ask you?"

"I don't know!" Mo Bi replied with a bitter face first.

Xu Zhi'an glared at him for a long time, seeing that he really didn't look like he knew, so he had to do it.

In this way, the city spent a tense night, and it was not until the next day that the soldiers watching outside came back with the news.

It looks like a soldier in Jiaozhi, but the handsome flag hung has the word Nguyen written on it.

Nguyen?

Xu Zhi'an didn't react for a while, and called Mo Bixian again.

"Do you have a general surnamed Nguyen in your court?"

"Yes!"

"What's it called?"

"Ruan Lao Er, I hacked to death yesterday."

"Anything else?"

"No, no!"

"Then go out and see for yourself! Fifty or sixty thousand soldiers and horses outside are wearing the banner surnamed Ruan!"

Xu Zhi'an pointed impatiently outside the city.

"Nguyen? Isn't it!?" Mo Bixian's eyes widened.

"What could it be! If there's a fart, let it go!"

"Could it be Nguyen Phuc Yuan's soldiers?"

"Nguyen Phuc Yuan? Who?"

"The one on the other side of the river!" Mo Bi pointed to the side of the guide first.

"Nguyen Phuc Yuan!? What are his people doing here?" Xu Zhi'an remembered.

"I'm afraid it's not the one who came well!" Mo Bixian rolled his eyes and whispered.

The surnamed Ruan must not have been happy when he came with troops at this time, but he was happy to see it, or the Ruan clan defeated the Ming army and drove it away. Either the Ming army will also kill the Ruan family.

It's best to die together, and then he will take the soldiers to reap the benefits of the fisherman, and he will not have the opportunity to be the king of Jiaozhi.

Mo Bi was immersed in fantasy first, but the Nguyen clan outside the city had already moved, and it seemed that they wanted to attack Thang Long.

It was Nguyen Phuc Nguyen's son Nguyen Phuc Lan who brought troops from the south.

This time, he brought a total of 50,000 soldiers, plus the soldiers in charge of logistics, adding up to more than 60,000 people in a mess.

He led his men all the way north to the north, and in the past, he did not even encounter decent resistance from the heavily guarded main roads.

Ruan Fulan slowly put his mind at ease, knowing that the Zheng family at this time had fallen into an unprecedented crisis as he expected.

But at the same time, there was a hint of joy in his heart, because this was also a rare opportunity for their Ruan family, a good opportunity to unify the north and the south!

There was also a big rock in front of him, and he was going to blow it up and smash it until it became a stepping stone on his way to unify the north and the south!

Ruan Fulan felt his blood boiling when he thought about it, and it was difficult to suppress the surging in his heart.

But he marched slowly, carefully crossing each city, and finally picked up the news as he approached Thang Long.

The Ming army and the Zheng clan fought for two days outside Thang Long City, and finally captured Thang Long at 10 noon yesterday.

So he gave the order to march at full speed towards Thang Long, and stationed ten miles south of Thang Long that night.

Coincidentally, the place where they were stationed happened to be next to the battlefield of the great battle between the two sides.

The smell of the fishy smell wafting through the air from time to time almost disgusted him, but his mood was unusually uplifted.

The more tragic their war became, the easier it was for him as a fisherman.

He had already found out that the four gates of Thang Long were broken, and they must have not had time to repair them after the war.

Next, they only need to attack the city in one go, drive away the Ming army, and there will be no one to fight against him in this whole Jiaozhi.

Thinking of this, Nguyen Phuc Lan forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and commanded his soldiers to attack in the direction of Thang Long.

They are not good, and Xu Zhi'an is not a good stubble that he can handle at will.

When they discovered their intention to attack the city, Xu Zhi'an and Zheng Zhilong discussed it and pulled the soldiers out of the city.

The artillery of the Chuyang was also pulled out, and the mortar squad was on standby at the head of the city.

As a result, the confident Ruan Fulan was shelled by the Ming army for the first time.

Mortars, artillery, fired at them all the time.

The shells exploded in their dense formation, and the soldiers were killed and wounded in patches, incapacitated.

The ambitious Ruan Fulan was like being poured a basin of ice water in winter, cold from head to toe.

Why is the firepower so fierce?

"Steady! Steady! Speed up! After surviving this wave of artillery fire, we can engage them in close combat!"

He was right, when he rushed through the design of the artillery, he would indeed be able to make contact with the Ming army.

But they came into contact with the muskets of the Ming army.

The dense fire formed a barrier, the guns continued to roar, the muskets crackled, and their soldiers fell like stubble through wheat with a sickle.

Mo Bi first stood at the head of the city and witnessed the whole process of the Ming army's firearms battle. Seeing Nguyen's soldiers fall to the ground in the charge, he completely understood a truth.

What they can't do, Nguyen can't do.

Not even the sum of the two sides.

Nguyen's attack seemed to be surprising, but it did not make the slightest progress, and if it was really discussed, there was really nothing to gain except for the loss of a corpse.

Nguyen Phuc Lan, who ordered a temporary retreat, stared at the city wall in the distance in a daze, and the soldiers were counting the casualties.

"General, more than 6,000 brothers have been lost."

"What?"

Ruan Fulan was taken aback, but it was less than two quarters of an hour, why were there so many casualties? But then I remembered the artillery of the Ming army that blew up a large area, and I was relieved.

The opponent's artillery is too powerful,

No, the opponent's musket is not small.

He had never seen a musket with such a long range and such a fast rate of fire.

What to do?

Running all the way over, throwing a bunch of corpses and running, he was unwilling!

At this time, one of his generals came to his side.

"General, the firepower of the Ming army is fierce, but they have a total of 30,000 people, and it is impossible for every city gate to have such powerful firepower. Moreover, we have the advantage of numbers, and we will concentrate on attacking one city gate, and we will not be able to give full play to our advantage at all. It is better to divide the troops, feint to attack the south gate, attract their firepower, and attack the other three city gates. As long as one team works, the Ming army will inevitably be in chaos. It won't be difficult to take down the Ascending Dragon!"