A long pole was erected from the Tongji gate, and several people were hanging high on the long pole with flags hanging high.

This is the head of the Qing army's general guarding the city, Guan Qizhenmu, and in the city where the city gate was knocked open, you can vaguely hear the cry of women and children, and the rolling black smoke rose from the city wall to mid-air through the city wall.

After the 13,000 troops led by Yu Xin, the vanguard town, entered Nanjing from the Shence Gate, Dong Ting of the Zuoying also led 8,000 troops into Nanjing. Perhaps the Zheng army was out of the city, the military discipline was scattered, but after entering the battlefield, they were still very brave, and that bravery was even more unstoppable.

When the city was in full swing, Zheng Chenggong and his group had already entered Nanjing under the escort of the Iron Man Army. His face turned pale. Although when he came down from the big tent on Baitu Mountain, the soldiers sent by Yu Xin had already told him that the city of Nanjing had been broken. Although the military generals and civil officials around him all congratulated him on planning and seizing the Nanjing city, his face was still extremely ugly. When he entered the city, the first thing he saw was not Yu Xin's vanguard town, but the soldiers from Zhongyi Camp wearing a strange red military uniform.

These soldiers were the soldiers Zhu Mingzhong trained in more than a month!

Hundreds of exhausted soldiers from Zhongyi Camp who had just captured Shence Gate were sitting and lying on the street casually. They were surrounded by the bodies of Qing army, and the corpses transported from the city wall were piled randomly like firewood, almost one person tall. The bodies of the Qing army green camp soldiers were thrown off the city wall at random, and the bodies with broken legs were flowing blood, forming purple-black blood stains on the ground. They attracted waves of flies, and the green-headed flies were lying on the pile of corpses.

"General, Cheng Ren's command, is indeed very brave. If he hadn't been afraid of death, I'm afraid that Nanjing City would not be so good..."

Before Gan Hui could finish his words, Zheng Chenggong snorted, and then he said with a gray face.

"Go to the Governor's Office of Jiangnan! I want to meet Lang Tingzuo!"

When the team went to the Governor's Office in Jiangnan, Gan Hui whispered to his subordinates.

"Go quickly and tell Zhu Junmen and ask him to go to the Governor's Office."

When he arrived, he explained to his subordinates again.

"Tell him that the general is not very happy and let him act according to the opportunity!"

Zhu Mingzhong, who was far away at Tongji Gate, did not know that Zheng Chenggong had entered the city. At this time, he was in the three-level urn at Tongji Gate. At this time, in the open space of the military camps between the urn, there were wounded soldiers everywhere, and the wounded soldiers were wailing.

There was also a bed carried from somewhere in the open space of the military camp. It was Zhu Mingzhong who was lying on the bed. His face was pale, his naked upper body, and the white cloth wrapped in it was even more blood-stained.

He was also injured in the previous blood station.

"Help me up..."

Despite being injured, he still tried his best to support half of his body with the support of his personal soldiers and whispered to comfort the wounded soldiers not far away.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work. If it hurts, I will hum..."

Faced with the comfort of the same wounded military gate, the wounded soldiers who were closer to him tried their best to not make too much pain.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work..."

Because of excessive bleeding, Zhu Mingzhong, who was pale in his face, continued to comfort these injured brothers.

Yu Shujie walked over. He was also fighting with others before, but he was not injured. As soon as he saw him coming, Zhu Mingzhong asked all the personal soldiers around him to retreat and let him approach. After he approached, he whispered:

"How, how? How many armies have entered the city?...How many brothers have suffered casualties... I just saw that many brothers were sent...How many brothers are left..."

Yu Shujie was not tall and looked a little thin. He usually had a smile on his face, but now he no longer had a smile. No one could see the pain from the heart. He walked up to Zhu Mingzhong silently, leaned closer and whispered.

"Military gate, the army has entered the city. Nanjing is ours! Yes, but in this battle, our Zhongyi Army... Zhongyi Army... is all over. Only 3,567 brothers survived. Even among the surviving brothers, all of them were deprived of lottery, and no less than 800 disabled... After recovering from the wounds, at most two thousand people could return to the camp... The Zhongyi Army's battle is all over..."

In an instant, Zhu Mingzhong felt a puzzled look in front of him, "Well..." and moaned with pain. Thinking of the death of most of his brothers, he just clenched his fist. He felt extremely painful in his heart. After a while, he said slowly.

"Who, who said that the Zhongyi Army is over? As long as Zhu is here, as long as the brothers are here, this Zhongyi Army is here. Our Zhongyi Army will conquer Nanjing first, and will not let down the name of Zhongyi, and will not let down the heavens, and will not let down the people..."

When he said this, Zhu Mingzhong suddenly burst into laughter, but in the end the laughter suddenly turned into a mourning cry. When he looked up at the sky, tears flowed down involuntarily.

"Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, fame, wealth, dust and earth. Looking at the land of China, the people suffer..."

Suddenly, at this moment, I don’t know who sang this song, the song was filled with sadness, but it was full of joy after victory.

"A thousand miles of fertile soil are deserted. Look at the world, all the barbarians are all incomplete, and every man can make up for the incompleteness of the law of heaven. Good men, don't want their parents, just for the people, not for the people."

One, two, and finally everyone started singing it. This song formed a group in the Tongjimen City. Hundreds of years ago, the Han people sang this song and killed the Mongolian Yuan back to Mobei. Now, they sang this song again.

"Holding a steel knife with ninety-nine, I will stop killing Hu Er. I am a man, why do you think of a Tartar?..."

Yu Shujie followed his brothers and sang there, and he saw the military gate singing there. Shi Lei, who was standing on the wall of the urn city, quietly watched the scene under the urn city, and looked at Zhu Mingzhong. During the previous fight, he did not rush over like other people. He even made plans. If the Zhongyi Army was defeated by Yu Tongji Gate, he would leave here immediately. He was born in the Jinyiwei, and he would not lose his life here in vain. Moreover, he felt that he had more important things to complete, such as taking good care of his daughter, compared to others, this was the most important thing.

But now, looking at the officers and soldiers of the Zhongyi Army who were singing songs after the war, and looking at Zhu Mingzhong, whose white cloth wrapped in his upper body was soaked in blood, a strange feeling in Shi Lei's heart was touched, and his breathing became rapid.

Why can't you? Why can't you...

"The hero drinks all the wine in the bowl, and never turns back through the journey of a thousand miles. The golden drums roar, and they will never stop until they break the Yellow Dragon..."
Chapter completed!