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Chapter 569 Ming Dynasty: The Emperor Guards the National Gate (58)

In August of the second year of the Qiyuan reign, during the autumn harvest season, Zhiyu, as per previous custom, ordered the construction of an altar to offer sacrifices to heaven. The location for the sacrifice was chosen to be south of Ningyuan City.

At the same time, amidst the hesitant expressions of the civil and military officials, Zhiyu said tactfully, "I am not feeling well. You can find any royal relative to perform the sacrifice on my behalf."

Seeing that Zhiyu said she would not preside over the sacrifice to heaven, everyone was afraid that she would go back on her word, so they immediately got busy with the preparations. The person who would replace Zhiyu to perform the sacrifice to heaven was chosen in less than a cup of tea.

August fifteen.

The ministers' ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was in full swing, but unexpectedly, bursts of drum sounds were suddenly heard outside the city.

What followed was the sound of the army approaching the city.

This frightened all the ministers so much that they turned pale and began to mutter for help.

The reason they chose to offer sacrifices to heaven in the north of the city was because the terrain was dangerous and there would be no enemy disturbances. It was also far from the city and few people passed by...

At this moment, a seemingly insignificant minister stood up. Ignoring the already chaotic crowd, he directly instructed the soldiers standing nearby:

"Hurry back to the city and inform His Majesty that the enemy is attacking the city..."

As he spoke, the minister ignored the mess on the altar, swiftly jumped on his horse, and galloped towards the distant city gate.

Seeing this man's reaction, one of the ministers stopped jumping up and down and asked uncertainly, "That man just now, seemed to be Mao Wenlong, right?"

As he spoke, the minister patted his head as if suddenly realizing something. "I knew it. With the temper of our emperor, how could he not be interested in offering sacrifices to heaven?"

Anyone who could survive Zhiyu’s previous massacres was not a fool. Combined with the appearance of Mao Wenlong just now, everyone now understood that they were being used as bait by their own Majesty.

"Alas, Your Majesty, you are really unbelievable. Why choose today when there are so many other days?"

"This is a sacrifice to heaven. What if it's disrupted and affects the people's harvest..."

Having said that, since everyone knew that their Majesty had been prepared for the enemy's attack, they were not so panicked. Amid the cries of killing coming from the city gate, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was carried out as usual.

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At this time, at the east gate of Ningyuan City, Zhiyu had already changed into armor and was standing on horseback at the gate. Behind her, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were ready to go, waiting for Zhiyu's order.

The wind blew the Ming Dynasty dragon flag in the hands of the soldiers behind him, and the fluttering sound was filled with murderous intent.

Zhiyu raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. "Swish--" The moment the sword was unsheathed, it was as if a flash of lightning split the stagnant air, and the cold light seemed even more murderous under the scorching sun.

She turned around, her eyes sweeping across the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, her voice like thunder rolling through the military formation:

"Soldiers! Over two hundred years ago, the Yuan Dynasty's iron cavalry crushed the humiliation of the Central Plains, and the blood is still shed in the history books! Now the Later Jin barbarians are knocking on our gates, robbing our land and plundering our people. They want the Ming Dynasty to repeat the same mistakes and enslave your parents, wives, and children once again!"

As he spoke, Zhiyu raised his sword high above his head and shouted, "How can we allow barbarians to run rampant on the land of our Great Ming? How can we, the people of our Great Ming, be willing to be enslaved?"

"We, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, have bones of iron and blood of boiling water! Today, we must either use their corpses to pave our path to victory, or let our loyal souls protect the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty."

"Open the city gates and follow me to kill————."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Spears were all pointed towards the sky, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers roared in unison, so loud that the dragon flag almost broke free from the flagpole.