"But what else did you find?" Zhu Wenzheng couldn't touch what Chen Youliang was doing for a while. He frowned and thought for a while but couldn't get it. He turned his face and said.

The little soldier said, "The last general found someone following Chen Youliang?"

"Who is it following someone?" An ominous premonition arose in Zhu Wenzheng's heart. Now the Hongdu city has been surrounded for more than ten days. Many soldiers have long complained about such aimless guards. Could it be that the soldiers from the city gate defected? Thinking of this, Zhu Wenzheng's heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Yun, who was beside him, saw it, pondered for a moment, and said, "Who is it, do you know him?"

The little soldier said, "The last general doesn't know it, but many soldiers in the city know that person. Is Zhang Ziming, a thousand household under General Deng?"

"What? Zhang Ziming... Didn't he ask for help? Why was he followed Chen Youliang...?" Deng Yu was shocked and walked up unliberately. Because he was too surprised, his handsome face turned red.

Xiao Yun pondered for a moment and said, "Master General, I must have seen Chen Youliang come here this time because he is not good at it. I might as well go and see what the hell is like?"

Zhu Wenzheng nodded and said, "It should be like this!" After saying that, he raised his head and walked towards the city gate first.

Behind him, Xiao Yun, Deng Yu, Xue Xian and a group of civil and military officials followed closely behind. The group rushed to the city gate. Xiao Yun glanced at it with his eyes slanted, but saw a nine-shaped flag under the city gate of Fuzhou City, supported by the iron cavalry, and the guard shields were guarding outside Huang Gai. The two thousand soldiers and horses behind him were neatly shaped, which was not to be underestimated.

"Who is under the city?" A young general asked with a voluntary command from Zhu Wenzheng.

"Zhang Ziming, a pioneer under Deng Yu!" Before the young general could finish his words, Zhang Ziming took the lead in approaching the city gate.

With a "ah" sound from everyone at the city gate, Zhu Wenzheng could almost see the smug look on Chen Youliang's face and was secretly hating him.

Suddenly, Zhang Ziming raised his head and shouted: "The last general will fulfill his mission and have sent the letter of help. The lord ordered you to stand firm and the army will come soon!"

"Guard the city gate...guard Hongdu..." The sounds of crying were everywhere on the city walls, and the sounds were as loud as the sky.

Chen Youliang's face changed drastically, he stood up from the dragon throne, shouted at the soldiers, "Kill him, kill him!"

A bright blade fell from the sky, and a bright red blood sprinkled into the air. The smell of blood made the sound of shouting in the city wall silent. Soon, feather arrows flying all over the sky fell from the sky!

After many days of discussion and waiting, Zhu Yuanzhang finally decided to rush to Hongdu. He transferred back Xu Da's 100,000 troops from Luzhou and summoned Chang Yuchun, Feng Sheng, Guo Xing and others. He devoted his strength to the country and personally led Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, Feng Sheng, Liu Bowen, Guo Xing and other civil and military officials and generals and Zhang Ziming to rush to Hongdu in fifteen days after leaving.

Two hundred thousand troops marched quickly towards Hongdu day and night. After several nights of rapid march, the army and the army arrived at Hukou on July 16th. Looking at Hukou's tight city defense, Zhu Yuanzhang ordered the army to stop and cook on a hillside. It was just a small hill, surrounded by rivers, so it was extremely open. Zhu Yuanzhang ordered Xu Da and Chang Yuchun to lead two thousand troops to patrol the surrounding area to prevent the Han army from discovering a night attack. After the arrangement was completed, he pulled Liu Bowen, Feng Sheng and Guo Xing to sit down and rest on a leeward uphill.

Because it is extremely open and the river water is moist, the climate is also in the south of the Yangtze River. On this small hill, there is green grass. Although it is already July, I can't feel the heat of summer at all while sitting here.

Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes and looked at the river. Gusts of wind blew from time to time. The gusts of wind blew with a hint of moisture. Not only did it not make people feel irritable, but it felt quite gentle and comfortable.

But at this time, Zhu Yuanzhang was not in the mood to feel these things. With his years of war career, his intuition told him that this battle was the life-and-death battle between him and Chen Youliang. Once the war started, the success and the king would be defeated and the enemy would be killed, and you would die. This time!

He looked back at his back, and there were flags behind him. Two hundred thousand troops were scattered in every corner. On the river, thousands of large ships, small boats, and many civil and military generals were all his. Zhu Yuanzhang. With just one word from him, these people, these ships, and these rivers would obey him. As soon as he thought of these, Zhu Yuanzhang's heart began to pound.

Who would have thought that the little novice monk in Huangjue Temple, a cowherd kid in Fengyang, a beggar who had nothing to do, would have all this today, a 200,000 army, Jinling City, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the civil and military officials and generals of the dynasty, and hundreds of thousands of people. All of this is his now, and it is his Zhu Yuanzhang's. As long as he is willing, he will have more, Hongdu, Jiangnan, Dadu, and the entire Dayuan.

But all this, he must defeat him, defeat Chen Youliang, who is blocking his progress. As long as he defeats Chen Youliang, I! Zhu Yuanzhang is the lord of Jiangnan! Zhang Shicheng, Fang Guozhen, why should the Tartars be afraid of?

Zhu Yuanzhang clenched his hands tightly, and the raised blue veins made him tremble. He looked at the river without moving, and he vomited for a long time.

〖The horse crosses the alfalfa fragrance at the head of the river, and the clouds cross the rain cross Xiaoxiang.

The east wind wails the hero's dream, it's not Xianyang but Luoyang.

"What a good poem... what a good poem..." A burst of praise pulled Zhu Yuanzhang back from his reverie just now. When he turned his head, he saw Liu Bowen in Confucian uniform walking over like a wind. His bright eyes glanced on his face, then bowed with fists.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly and said, "Military advisors don't need to be polite!"

Liu Bowen said a little, walked forward two steps, and looked along Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze. The smoke on the river was confused, the water birds flew low, and the white waves slapped the river bank one by one with the sound of the wind. In the dusk night, it was a bit bleak.

"Did the coach have an idea?" After a while of silence, Liu Bowen broke the silence with his hands behind his back.

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and said, "I can't get the key points for the time being. I dare to ask the military advisor if he has a decisive battle!"

Liu Bowen did not answer immediately, but looked at the waves rolling in the wind on the river. After a while, he said lightly: "Chen Youliang's army of 600,000 attacked Hongdu, and it has been more than two months since then. The soldiers are tired and their morale is low. The general only needs to seize the fighter and eliminate Chen Youliang in one fell swoop. Can the king's dominance be achieved?"

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Chapter completed!