Lingbi is a small city.

So after accommodating 100,000 routs, it was extremely crowded.

At this time, the city was full of wailing, the soldiers were crooked in armor, with frustrated expressions on their faces, and they held broken weapons in their hands, and even some of them, with empty hands and only one piece of clothing, and the rest of the belongings had been lost in the process of escaping.

The flag is crooked, and there is an arrow feather stuck on it.

At this time, the southern army no longer had the momentum that it once came to sweep the world. At this time, they only had a face full of embarrassment and fear of war.

Morale, extremely low.

Li Jinglong sat on the big chair of the county office, and he was gobbling up a beautiful meal.

"My lord, I have arranged your orders. Although the town is not large, it will try to gather enough food and grass for the army. There was a middle-aged man in an official robe standing beside him, who was the county commander of Lingbi.

"Well done." Hearing that his words had been implemented, Li Jinglong nodded, and finally had good news, with food, he was sure of sticking to it next.

In such a small city, it is really difficult for him to be able to scavenge enough grain and grass for 100,000 troops.

Thinking of this, he raised his head, glanced at the county order, and saw that he had an elegant temperament, well-founded behavior, and ability, and couldn't help but have a good impression in his heart, and planned to ask the court for him in the future:

"What's your name?"

"Under Yan Baochen, you can just call me Baochen." The county commander instantly smiled.

Li Jinglong let out a "hmm".

A big man like him can remember the name of the county order, which is already a blessing for the other party.

At night, in the prefectural mansion.

A carrier pigeon rested quietly at Yan Baochen's window, and the bamboo tube tied to its legs had been opened.

The county magistrate sat in a chair, his face uncertain.

The letter paper was crumpled in the palm of his hand and crumpled.

It was a bunch of numbers, but he had translated them with the corresponding books.

"If the northern army arrives, don't resist, choose an opportunity to help."

It was a letter from Nanjing.

It was not given to him, but to all those who were officials in the clan.

This represents the attitude of the family.

The defeat of the Battle of Suzhou completely determined the position of the family, and the Yueguo Mansion fell to the King of Yan.

Soon, as if he had made a decision, Yan Baochen swallowed the letter and tea into his stomach, and then hurried out the door.

On the second day when Li Jinglong's army arrived, the vanguard of the Northern Army arrived, which caught Li Jinglong off guard, he thought that the other party would at least reorganize his troops and horses, but he didn't want Zhu Di to know the truth of fighting snakes and not dying and quickly pursued.

Lingbi is not a big city, and it is impossible to defend it for a long time, but even if the northern army only has more than 30,000 cavalry to arrive, he will not dare to go out of the city.

With the current morale of the Southern Army, I am afraid that it will be defeated by these tens of thousands of people.

There was no way, he could only order the consolidation of the city defense, and it didn't take long for Zhu Di to personally lead the army to arrive, and it was even more impossible to leave.

Zhu Di had 150,000 men under his command, after all, he had also lost a considerable number of troops before, and he had to leave soldiers to guard the surrendered enemy.

Zhu Di actually planned to besiege but not attack, and wait until the other party's food was exhausted before the decisive battle, after all, how much food Lingbi could have, the southern army's baggage had been lost, and it would not last long.

But now there is a better way, and this method lies in the letter that Yan Keng received not long ago from the city that was brought out of the city by an arrow feather.

That night, Li Jinglong had just arranged the defense and was about to go to bed, when he suddenly heard the sound of a riot in the city.

He turned and opened the curtains, only to see a raging fire in several streets within the city.

That night, the servants and officials of the county order set fire to the city.

The southern army was already frightened at this time, and when they heard such a big movement, they thought that the northern army had entered the city, and suddenly the formation was in chaos, and the northern army had not yet begun to attack the city, and the soldiers had already scattered and fled.

Yan Baochen took the opportunity to open the city gate with people, and the northern army poured in like a tide.

The Southern army was defeated.

When Zhu Di besieged the city before, he surrounded the north, west and east sides of Lingbi, but left the south side as the side of "besieging the master".

At this time, the generals and soldiers of the southern army seemed to have found a way out, and when they heard that there was no northern army at the south gate, they rushed over there.

Open the door.

It's the Bianhe River.

The remaining three roads were all blocked, with nowhere to escape, and behind them were the northern army that had entered the city.

They turned in despair and raised their weapons aloft in their hands.

In the two major battles, more than 300 generals of the Southern Army from Marshal Li Jinglong to the end of the war were all captured, and the 500,000 troops of the Southern Army were annihilated.

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In front of Zhu Di at this time, there was a smooth road.

There was no city to stop him.

Wherever his army went, the gates of the cities were opened, and the guards and county commanders stood at the gates, respectfully offering grain, gold, silver, and books of the county.

But Zhu Di ignored these people, now the effectiveness of these people is no longer important, and there is only one goal in his eyes - Yingtian.

As long as Yingtian is taken, the world will change hands, and their investment at this time has no meaning.

After leaving a small number of defenders behind, he left in a hurry.

In February of the third year of Jianwen, Zhu Di arrived on the Yangtze River.

At this time, Zhu Yunwen was actually not very afraid, because Zhu Di did not have a water master.

Nanjing, on the other hand, was guarded by sailors.

Even if he could collect some fishing boats and boats from the spot, he would not be able to cross the Yangtze River.

But Zhu Di was also very decisive, and under the offensive of a large amount of money and officials, the commander of the sailor fell.

The most important thing is that the other party has already hit the city of Jingshi, and at this time, the general trend seems to be clear.

After the Northern Army calmly rested, they began to cross the river in the early morning of the next day.

And at this time, Zhu Yunwen finally felt the fear.

He sent the county lord of Qingcheng to negotiate with Zhu Di, expressing his willingness to share the world equally with Zhu Di with the Yangtze River as the boundary.

Zhu Di categorically refused, and said righteously:

"What I do is only for the orthodoxy, for the world, not for the emperor!"

The county lords who came to persuade him to surrender were all laughed at by him, do you believe this yourself?

But at this time, there is really no one to stop him.

The next morning, 120,000 northern troops assembled on the riverside and prepared to board the ship.

"Cross the river!" At this time, Zhu Di was so high-spirited.

The army boarded the ship and slowly sailed to the opposite shore.

Stone Town in the early morning sun, the sun falls on the thick walls, which looks particularly magnificent.

But in the face of this fortified city, the soldiers of the Northern Army did not have the slightest fear, they knew that this way of the expedition was about to usher in the final end, and now they were eager for war, hoping to rush into this ancient city and make immortal achievements.

Yan Keng stood at the bow of the boat and silently looked at the ancient city of Yingtian.

A poem popped into his mind.

"Wang Junlou went down to Yizhou, and the king of Jinling was gloomy. The iron lock of Qianxun sank to the bottom of the river, and a piece of falling flags came out of the stones. ”

This situation and this scene are so similar.

(End of chapter)