Ming: I am fake, walking on thin ice

Chapter 14 The real and fake emperor faced each other on the battlefield: Damn it!
October 11, the 14th year of Zhengtong.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves was heard, followed by an earth-shaking movement.

Yesen came with an army of 600,000, with iron cavalry rolling in, as majestic as a mountain, and with a cloud of dust all over the sky, surging forward like a huge tide.

Zhu Qizhen stood on the city wall and could feel the wall shaking.

He looked at the army that was roaring towards him like an avalanche, and his hands that were holding on to the city wall trembled slightly.

Two months ago, he was just a college student. How could he have ever seen such a scene?

"Will they attack immediately?" he asked in a deep voice.

"No!" Shi Biao said, "This is the capital of the Ming Dynasty. How can it be so easy to capture? The capital has nine gates. They will definitely test it first and then make an attack strategy."

"Haha, no matter what, our Desheng goalkeeper is the most miserable." Zhu Qizhen smiled.

"Your Majesty!" Shi Biao bowed, "Brothers have said that we will help Your Majesty to redeem the shame! Even if the head is lost, there will be a scar as big as a bowl. It is enough for the brothers to fight side by side with Your Majesty!"

Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath and patted Shi Biao on the shoulder: "If you win this battle, I will promote you!"

Shi Biao laughed loudly, and the hundreds of Jinyiwei behind him also laughed loudly.

Zhu Qizhen glanced at them and the fear in his heart gradually dissipated.

Soon, Yesen's army arrived at the city gate.

However, an army of 600,000 could not be stationed in front of one city gate, so they dispersed and rushed to other city gates.

Yesen personally led the army and headed straight for Desheng Gate.

"That, is that Yesen?" Zhu Qizhen raised his hand and pointed.

In the center of the enemy army, there was a man sitting on a majestic horse. The man was dressed in Mongolian imperial robes, with a majestic figure, a fierce aura, a dignified appearance, and a majestic look without being angry, with lightning flashing in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I don't recognize him either." Shi Biao said, "It must be him, he looks so domineering!"

……

The Wala army formed their battle array at the city gate.

Then, a Wala general rode out on horseback, leading a man behind him. When some soldiers upstairs saw the man, they were horrified:
"Your Majesty? How could it be Your Majesty?"

"It was previously rumored that His Majesty was captured by Yesen..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't His Majesty standing on the Deshengmen Tower with us? The His Majesty below is a fake!"

"So similar, so similar!"

Because the Zhengtong Emperor was led to the front of the battle by the Nawak general, the defenders on the city wall immediately exclaimed and talked about it.

At this moment, the Zhengtong Emperor looked up at the familiar capital city, and his mood was complicated. The Wala general pulled him hard, and he took a few steps back in fear.

"Why don't you tell them to open the city gates?" The Wala general suddenly drew his sword and put it on his neck. "You useless emperor, if you can't open the city gates, I will kill you."

The Zhengtong Emperor trembled, looked up at the city wall, and shouted: "I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, open the city gate for me!"

The soldiers guarding the city wall were all confused when they heard this.

That's the voice of His Majesty. How come there are two His Majesties?

"Wala thief!" With a loud shout, Zhu Qizhen on the tower flew up, grabbed the Ming flag with his right hand, and stood on the tower. "I am here, how dare you pretend to be me?"

He looked at the Zhengtong Emperor under the city wall, and the Zhengtong Emperor also looked up at him, and their eyes met.

Zhu Qizhen: "They are so damn similar, even their mother can't tell them apart."

The Zhengtong Emperor: "He...he...actually looks so much like me!"

The Wala army was also shocked.

Especially Yesen, who was dumbfounded when he saw Zhu Qizhen standing on the city wall holding a battle flag, "Is he really the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? Could it be that the person I captured was a substitute?"

Zhu Qizhen on the city wall held the Ming Dynasty's flag in one hand. The strong wind blew and the flag fluttered.

At this moment, his fighting spirit surged, and his voice fell like thunder:
"Soldiers, after a hundred years, they are crossing the Great Wall again and trying to seize our Central Plains!"

"Your children are here, your land is here, your parents and brothers are here, your ancestors are buried here, we have no way out!"

"Soldiers! Soldiers! I will fight with you on this bloody battlefield!"

"Tell them to withdraw from the Great Wall and keep Paul's body intact!"

"The Ming army is mighty!" The soldiers guarding the tower were so excited when they saw the emperor personally guarding the city that they shouted in unison:

"mighty!"

"mighty!"

"mighty!"

The whole army was in high spirits, and what was supposed to come finally came.

Their eyes revealed hatred, anger, and fear.

But didn’t flinch!

……

The herald came to deliver the order, and Yu Qian summoned all the generals to a meeting.

Zhu Qizhen was in charge of Deshengmen, and he said that he could be mobilized by military orders.

He went down from the city wall and hurried to the central army tent. All the generals had arrived and when they saw him, they knelt down and kowtowed to him.

"Forget about that!" Zhu Qizhen waved his hand, "I am just a garrison commander now. Everything here is under Yu Qian's command."

Yu Qian stood in front of a defense map of the capital city. He summoned all the generals to discuss how to repel the enemy.

Left General Shi Heng believed that the safest way at the moment was to defend the city, and when the Wala army failed to capture the city, they would naturally retreat.

Most generals think so.

Because there are only more than 200,000 troops in the capital at present, all of whom were temporarily transferred from various places, and their combat effectiveness is definitely not as good as the previous elite.

But after this period of preparation, the capital city had sufficient food, fodder, and military equipment, which was enough to defend the city.

"No!" Yu Qian objected, "We must take the initiative to attack! Yesen's army is coming with a great victory, how arrogant! If we hold our ground, it will only encourage their arrogance. The first is encouraging, the second is declining, and the third is exhausting. We are all holding back our anger now. If we lose this anger, our momentum will be gone, and we will surely lose!"

He glanced at the generals, his eyes seemed to be burning with fighting spirit:

"All the troops will march out of the nine gates and line up to meet the enemy!"

"The Royal Guards will conduct a comprehensive patrol of the city. Any soldiers found wearing armor who have not left the city to fight will be executed immediately!"

The generals were shocked!

Zhu Qizhen was the first to clasp his fists and said, "I obey your orders!"

Seeing that he was so decisive, the other generals nodded in agreement: "We obey your orders!"

choke!
Yu Qian drew out the sword bestowed upon him by the emperor and continued to issue orders with murderous intent:
"All soldiers defending the city must fight bravely. Once the battle begins, it is a fight to the death. Never retreat!"

"At the moment of battle, if a general disregards military orders and retreats first, he will be executed immediately without mercy!"

"When facing a battle, if the troops disregard the general's orders and retreat without authorization, the troops behind will kill the troops in front!"

"Anyone who dares to disobey military orders will be killed without mercy, no matter who they are!"

The generals gasped.

Who could have thought that such a strict military order would come from the mouth of a man who was in charge of the army for the first time.

What they didn't expect was that Yu Qian had one last military order:
"On the day the army goes to war, all generals must lead their troops out of the city and immediately close the nine gates. Anyone who dares to enter the city without permission will be executed immediately!"

Hearing this order, even the battle-hardened Duke of England, Zhang Fu, was paralyzed.

This meant that if the army left the city, they could only fight to the death and repel the Wala army in order to survive; otherwise, they would never be able to return.

"Don't be afraid!" Zhu Qizhen spread his hands and smiled, "I will fight with you and die on the battlefield with you. I have no regrets!"

The blood in the hearts of the generals began to burn.

Yu Qian glanced over and clasped his fists towards everyone:

"The Wala army is at the gates of the city. Do we have any other choice? If we lose this battle, the Ming Dynasty will surely follow the same fate as the Song Dynasty. How can you face the world?"

"The only option is to fight to the death!"

I’m just asking for votes, brothers, please.

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(End of this chapter)