In the Forbidden City in Nanjing, the harem was decorated with lights and colors. It was already three o'clock. Ordinary people who had been tired for a day had fallen asleep, but the Forbidden City was still singing and dancing, and the sound of silk and bamboo. The clear and gentle singing was faintly heard outside the palace. In the Ganqing Palace, there was a long couch in the middle, with tables placed in front of the couch, with fine wine and delicacies on it. In the hall entering the main entrance, the musician was playing, and more than a dozen dancers danced with the song. On the couch opposite, a fat man weighing at least 300 kilograms was lying on the soft cushion. The fat man's eyes were slightly closed, and a palace maid was squatting behind his head, pinching his shoulders and back, and kneeling down a palace maid, hammering his legs and feet. Accompanied by the music, the fat man snored loudly.

Needless to say, everyone knows this fat man, it is Zhu Yousong, the fake Emperor of Hongguang.

Zhu Yousong is as fat as his father, Prince Fu Zhu Changxun. His body is full of fat and loose flesh. The meat on his chin is about to hang down to his stomach. He is listless on weekdays. His eyes are always sleepy. He can tell at a glance that he is a guy with excessive alcoholism.

"It's time, I'm still singing! Stop!" A big eunuch wearing a python robe broke into the outside. This eunuch was Lu Jiude.

The music stopped suddenly, which was strange. As soon as the music stopped, Zhu Yousong, who was snoring just now, woke up suddenly. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said angrily: "Why did you stop? Continue! Continue for me!"

"Emperor," Lu Jiude knelt in front of the long couch, "The pseudo-Emperor Chongzhen is here!"

"Pseudo-Emperor Chongzhen? Where is it?" Zhu Yousong no longer dared to sleep and got up.

"The vanguard of the bandit army, the light cavalry, has arrived outside the city and set up camp outside Jubao Gate. The main force of the Chongzhen pseudo-Emperor has not arrived yet, so it is probably not far away." Lu Jiude reported.

Zhu Yousong asked: "How many troops are there in the thief vanguard?"

"Three thousand."

Zhu Yousong lay down again: "The pseudo-emperor Chongzhen hasn't come yet, but he has only three thousand cavalrymen. What's the rush? I'll sleep for a while, Lu Daban, I'll leave this city defense to you, Han Banban and Ma Aiqing."

"Hey!" Lu Jiude sighed and turned around and walked out of the Ganqing Palace.

"Continue to sing!" Zhu Yousong shouted, closing his eyes again.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded again in the hall, and with the music, Zhu Yousong snored again like thunder.

Fatty people are more likely to snore, let alone big fat people like Zhu Yousong who are more than 300 pounds.

Ma Shiying summoned civil and military officials who firmly supported King Fu overnight, as well as Chang Yanling, Xu Jiujue and other nobles who did not support King Fu, and some officials who did not support King Fu, such as Wan Ji, Jiang Riguang, Hou Fangyu and other officials who discussed the matter.

"The vanguard of the bandit army has only more than 3,000 troops, but it is showing off its power outside the city. There are 30,000 Beijing troops in our city, and the enemy is small. We should take advantage of the main force of the enemy, and we can attack them before we arrive, so we can retreat to the enemy. The bandit army will be defeated in the first battle, and it will be much easier for our army to defend the city." Xu Jiujue proposed to lead the army out of the city to fight against the vanguard of the Huai Army.

"Duke of Wei, do you think the 30,000 Beijing camp army can defeat the 3,000 thieves?" Liu Kongzhao asked.

"Our army is ten times more powerful than the enemy, why can't we win?" Xu Jiujue hummed disapprovingly.

The Marquis of Huaiyuan, Chang Yanling, was originally sitting there drowsy, and his attitude was uncertain. In fact, Chang Yanling was also dissatisfied with Zhu Yousong and Ma Shiying, and had neither supported nor opposed the ascension of King Fu's throne. In order to win over Chang Yanling, Ma Shiying and Lu Jiude returned his ancestors Duke Zheng to Chang Yanling. Although Chang Yanling had been promoted to Duke, he had no confidence in whether the Hongguang pseudo-Emperor could block Emperor Chongzhen's attack, so he was determined not to wade into the muddy waters, but Ma Shiying and the others still pulled him.

As soon as Chang Yanling arrived at the venue, he leaned against the chair and felt drowsy.

"Duke of Zheng, the thief army is at the city, can you still sleep?" Zhao Zhilong was anxious and pushed Chang Yanling.

"Where did you just talk about it?" Chang Yanling opened his sleepy eyes.

"More than 3,000 vanguards of the bandit army arrived outside Jubao Gate. We discuss whether to send troops to attack him." Zhao Zhilong said.

"If you don't go out, there are 30,000 people in the Beijing camp. It's okay to defend the city. If you go out to die?" Chang Yanling shook his head, leaned on the chair and continued to sleep.

"Duke Zheng is right. Although our army is large, it is unusable. It is still acceptable to defend the city. If you leave the city, you will die. The most urgent task is to recruit Min Zhuang to help defend the city." Liu Kongzhao said.

The next morning, just dawn, Ma Shiying, Ruan Dacheng, Zhao Zhilong, Liu Kongzhao, Xu Jiujue and others began to set up guards. The soldiers of the Beijing camp in Nanjing were dispatched in full swing and climbed to the top of the city to set up defenses. The yamen runners, constables, Bai Ding, archers and other officials in the city were dispatched one after another, and they pulled people from door to door. The young and strong people were captured by these wolves and tigers and forced into the strong people in the city.

Fang Yizhi, Zhang Huangyan, Sun Lin, and other righteous men who were both civil and military, who were both civil and military, were also incorporated into the city and the people who defended the city.

"We're here to get the weapons!" a police officer shouted in a voice.

Dozens of yamen Baiding walked up to the city with big swords and spears panting. After they got on the city, they threw the weapons to the ground. Fang Yizhi looked at them, but saw the ground full of rags: broken knives that had become rusted iron pieces, spears that were almost rusted and rotten, and broken shields that had become moldy. These weapons seemed to be less than the hoes in the hands of farmers, and the manure forks were easy to use.

The weapons in the hands of the Beijing soldiers walking back and forth on the top of the city were not much better. Although they had armor on their bodies, they didn't know how many defensive effects the armor that had been piled up in the warehouse for many years had. The swords and guns on their hands were also rusted, the shields were rotten wood, and firearms such as bird guns were still unknown. They still had their bows and arrows rotten.

Fang Yizhi sneered in his heart: Can such a soldier beat the royal army?

"Well, that man, I'm working! Why are you still stunned?" A yamen runner shouted loudly.

Fang Yizhi hurriedly followed a group of Minzhuang down from the city, walked to the city, and raised a basket of stones with Minzhuang and walked up to the city.

The people of the people were busy. Some people brought mulberry trees to the top of the city, some carried stones to climb to the top of the city, some carried firewood, some carried iron pots, and some people panted and carried buckets of manure along the steps to the top of the city. The soldiers of the Beijing camp chose lighter turbulent oil tanks and lime bottles, each holding a can of turbulent oil tank, or carrying two lime bottles in their hands.

"The thief army is here!" At this time, someone suddenly shouted at the top of the city.

Ruan Dacheng, wearing a big red official robe, climbed to the top of the city and looked at the Huai Army outside Jubao Gate.

Looking around, I saw a large area of ​​black soldiers, including auxiliary soldiers wearing red robes and yellow felt hats, heavy infantry full of black iron armor, heavy cavalry wearing armor, six-petal iron helmets, firearm soldiers and crossbowmen wearing red leather armor. From a distance, the color of the team was mainly red, black and earth-yellow. Among the central army in the distance, one of the central army was under the imperial guards of the Ming Dynasty, surrounded by the Jinyiwei in yellow flying fish suits.

"The formation is neat, the action is consistent, the weapons are excellent, and the war horses are tall, and they are indeed elite!" Several officers from the Beijing camp at the top of the city exclaimed.

"Don't shake the morale of the army!" Ruan Dacheng yelled loudly, "Before the fight started, will you increase the enemy's ambition and destroy your own prestige?"

"I know my duty is wrong, please forgive me." Two small officers knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"The war is imminent, I will let you go for the time being!" Ruan Dacheng snorted.
Chapter completed!