Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chen Hong clenched his fist and arched his head, his eyes gleaming with brilliance: "Your Majesty, rest assured. The brothers in the Water Stronghold have already prepared themselves for battle and will go all out to fight for the Ming Dynasty!"

After saying this, he turned to face his soldiers and shouted loudly: "Today, our Wulong Village will advance and retreat with the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. Brothers, we should work together to drive out the Tartars! If we can recover the capital, the land south of the Yangtze River will belong to our village in the future, and wealth and glory will come to us!"

This passionate shout seemed to ignite the flames in the hearts of the soldiers.

"Swear allegiance until death and fight with the village leader!"

"Drive out the Tartars and return the Ming Dynasty to us!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, and their voices echoed across the river.

The war drums sounded again, the sails fluttered in the wind, and the entire water fort was instantly filled with heated fighting spirit.

On the river, the boats began to move slowly towards the capital.

Chu Ze stood at the bow, holding the hilt of the sword, looking firmly towards the north.

He knew that this was not only an uprising in Jiangnan, but also his last fight as the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Although the Mongolian and Western Xia coalition forces were aggressive, Chu Ze was no ordinary person.

As long as the navy of the water fort can successfully reach the capital and support the Five Mountains Sword Sect, the counterattack will be just around the corner.

The fleet was sailing on the river, and the soldiers on the boats were lined up in neat rows with solemn expressions, and their eyes were filled with determination to defend the country to the death.

This time, they will share life and death with the emperor!

At the same time, the Five Mountains Sword Sects had already gathered.

In the Five Mountains, sword shadows were everywhere and the mountain wind was like a knife cutting the face. Hundreds of disciples wearing green shirts and long swords on their waists stood on the top of the Five Mountains in solemn silence.

Yue Feihe, the head of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, stood in front of his disciples, holding a cold iron sword and with a face as majestic as a mountain.

His eyes were deep as he gazed into the distance, but his thoughts had already drifted to the war in the capital.

"Today, although we, the disciples of the Five Mountains, have no positions in the court, the country is of great importance to us. When the national crisis comes, how can we sit idly by?" Yue Feihe's voice was steady and powerful, and every word rolled down everyone's mind like a rock, shaking the heart of every sword sect disciple present.

"The Mongolian cavalry is brutal and cruel, and the Western Xia has evil ambitions, and they are trying to seize our Ming Dynasty by taking advantage of the chaos.

If we don't respond this time, how can the martial arts survive? If the country is destroyed and the mountains and rivers are lost, how can we have a home?"

His words were sonorous and his sword energy was surging.

The disciples all looked solemn and clenched their swords tightly.

"Master, you are wise! I wish to live and die with you!"

The disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect responded in unison, their voices shaking the valley and breaking through the sky.

Seeing this, Yue Feihe nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and bowed slightly in the direction of Chu Ze: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the Five Mountains Sword Sect will stand side by side with the Ming Dynasty today, and will never break our promise!"

Chu Ze felt slightly comforted when he learned about the determination of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

He knew very well that without the help of chivalrous men of the martial arts world, the remaining imperial power alone would be unable to resist the combined forces of Mongolia and Western Xia.

Now that Wulongzhai and the Five Mountains Sword Sect are united, they may be able to reverse the situation in this chaotic world.

That night, the swords of the Five Mountains Sword Sects flashed, and hundreds of disciples were fully armed and lined up in neat rows.

Yue Feihe led the way, leading the sword masters, starting from the Five Sacred Mountains and heading straight for the capital.

At this time in the capital, the situation had become desperate.

The Mongolian army joined forces with the Western Xia to surround the palace, and the palace was littered with corpses.

Genghis Khan's flag was flying high, and the Mongolian cavalry was invincible, sweeping across the entire imperial city.

Inside the Forbidden City, Genghis Khan stood on a high platform, overlooking the once glorious imperial palace.

He was wearing black armor, his face was stern, and his eyes showed a cruel smile: "The Ming Dynasty is just like this, the capital is already in my hands. The next step is to wipe out the remaining forces and completely take over this world!"

His words were filled with endless arrogance and self-confidence. At this moment, the Ming Palace had already become a trophy under his iron hoof.

However, he didn't know that Fairy Yanyu had quietly sneaked into the city wall.

Fairy Yanyu has superb lightness skills and her figure is as swift as a swallow. She moves silently among the corners where the enemy patrols.

There was coldness in her eyes, a dagger in her hand, and her gaze was like lightning.

Her mission is to find the whereabouts of the Queen Mother and protect the last bloodline of the Ming royal family.

The palace was in a mess, with corpses strewn all over the place, and the palace maids and eunuchs all fled in panic.

However, Fairy Yanyu was as steady as a rock. She walked through the sea of ​​blood with her eyes as cold as usual.

Finally, in a side hall, she found the dying empress dowager.

"Empress Dowager!" Fairy Yanyu flashed and instantly appeared beside the Empress Dowager and helped her up.

The Queen Mother's face was pale and she was barely breathing. It was obvious that she couldn't hold on for much longer.

"Fairy Yanyu, you...you are finally here!" The Queen Mother spoke weakly, with a hint of relief in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Queen Mother. I will get you out of here safely!" Fairy Yanyu said firmly.

However, just as they were about to help the empress dowager up, a heavy sound of footsteps suddenly came, and several Mongolian cavalrymen holding scimitars were approaching this side.

They had obviously noticed that someone had sneaked into the palace.

"Hurry, go!" Fairy Yanyu's eyes turned cold, the dagger in her hand flashed with cold light, and the sword shadow was like a phantom.

She moved as fast as flying and swung her dagger as fast as lightning. Several Mongolian cavalrymen fell in a pool of blood before they could react.

However, Fairy Yanyu understood that the palace was heavily guarded at the moment, and she had to escort the Queen Mother away as soon as possible, otherwise once the rescue arrived, the consequences would be disastrous.

Outside the capital, the coalition forces of Wulongzhai and the Five Mountains Sword Sect finally approached the capital.

The warships cut through the waves, the warriors of the water fort were all in high spirits, and the disciples of the sword sect moved with ease and momentum.

Chen Hong stood at the bow, looking at the approaching capital city, and sneered: "Genghis Khan, your doom has come!" He waved his hand, the horn sounded, and the warships broke through the water like giant dragons and headed towards the capital city.

At the same time, Yue Feihe led the disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect to secretly sneak into the outskirts of the capital through the mountain paths.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it made people feel breathless.

The sound of war drums could be heard all around the capital, and the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere. It was obvious that the moment of the decisive battle was approaching.

Chu Ze stood on the high platform, looking into the distance, praying in his heart: "I only hope that Fairy Yanyu can successfully escort the Queen Mother out of danger, so that I can give it a try and revive the Ming Dynasty!"

He knew that this would be a life-and-death duel. If he won, he would be able to recover his homeland. If he lost, there would be no way back.

"Order the entire army to prepare for a decisive battle!"

At Chu Ze's command, the entire water stronghold and the sword faction coalition forces moved at once, bows and crossbows strung, swords unsheathed, ready to go.

The capital city was filled with blood and the wind was as cold as a blade.

Fairy Yanyu supported the Queen Mother and moved between the palace walls like a ghost.

At this moment, the Forbidden City had already been occupied by the enemy, and there were Mongolian cavalry patrols everywhere, and the flashing of swords and the shadows of sabers were everywhere.

She had to be very careful, as any negligence could result in the death of both of them.

The Queen Mother looked pale and her legs were shaking slightly.

She had not seen such a turbulent situation for many years, and the solemn atmosphere of the palace walls made it almost difficult for her to bear it. (End of this chapter)