Zhu Youjian: Taizu has an order! kill!

"Sir, the scouts are here to report."

"The King of Chu is gathering his troops to station in Jiujiang. There are about 80,000 of them."

"The King of Jingjiang has also gathered 60,000 people and is heading towards Jiangxi."

"The Jin Yiwei sneaked into the camp and spent fifty taels to inquire. They are preparing to jointly send troops to Nanjing!"

Inside Nanjing Prefecture.

The smell of blood in the air has not dissipated yet.

Wen Tiren has been very busy during this period, repairing the city wall and hoarding food and grass.

He was a little happy when he heard that the two rebel kings were going to fight in Fujian, but he heard the news today.

"This Zu Dashou is quite powerful. He actually forced the two anti-kings to retreat."

"It's just that I have to figure out how to defend Nanjing City."

"Mom, you can't beat Zu Dashou and come here to bully me, right?"

Sitting on a chair with a teapot.

Wen Tiren murmured in his heart while drinking.

Although he had known for a long time that Nanjing City would be besieged, he still couldn't help but panic when the day came.

God is pitiful.

He is just a dawdling civil servant!

This kind of burden really puts some pressure on him.

"I said, have you drunk enough?"

"The two anti-kings are about to attack. I'd like to give you some advice on how to defend ourselves."

"Your Majesty did not ask you to come here just to be a piece of wood!"

Just when Wen Tiren was thinking about what to do.

outside the house.

Feng Ying hurried in with Huang Jin.

Seeing Wen Tiren still drinking tea, Feng Ying immediately became anxious.

Are you still in the fucking mood to drink tea?

It’s all a matter of urgency!

"Master Wen, do you have any good ideas?"

"Nanjing City only has 2,000 white pole troops and 5,000 city defense troops."

"If the operation is not good, we won't be able to survive for a few days."

Behind Feng Ying, Huang Jin also stood up with a worried look on his face.

There are no generals in Nanjing, so how can they win the battle with just a few civil servants?

He saw both of them looking at him.

Wen Tiren suddenly became popular!

"Urgent! Is there anything else I can say besides urging?"

"Didn't you see me thinking about it?"

"On the other hand, you two, one is the head of Confucianism and the other is the head of Legalism."

"The Six Arts of the Gentleman and the Legalist Strategies have been brought out!"

You say it as if it has nothing to do with you.

If the city is destroyed, everyone will die!

"Oh, of course I, a Legalist, have studied a certain amount of military art."

"If you two can't do anything, then give me the Emperor's Sword and let me try it."

"The worst possible outcome is death."

"As for this Confucianism, in addition to having a mouth and being able to talk shit, there are six arts of a gentleman."

"Master Wen, please don't embarrass Master Huang."

Feng Ying couldn't help rolling her eyes when she saw that Wen Tiren was so anxious.

Suddenly, Huang Jin's face darkened.

Just when he was about to have an attack, Wen Tiren stood up first.

Huang Jin looked happy.

"Do you have any way to defend Nanjing?"

"There is a way, but it may not be possible to hold it. I have only studied the art of war and am not specialized in it."

"That means it's still possible to break the city if I leave it to you."

"Correct."

"Then give me a hammer! Nanjing must not throw it away!"

"Then we can only invite Confucian people to perform a wave of the Six Arts of the Gentleman."

"Confucianism also has the Six Arts of the Hammer, the Gentleman, and I know more than these losers!"

"Then let Mr. Wen take charge. We will all listen to you."

"Hiss... If I was sure, I would have taken action a long time ago. How can I still hold it in here?"

"In this case, you can only let me try. Maybe it can work."

"It's impossible, it must be done! I can give you the Emperor's Sword, but you must defend Nanjing!"

"Then you'd better go and ask for the Six Arts from the Gentleman. I'm limited in my abilities and dare not speak nonsense."

"Confucianism still has a hammer...Stop, stop, this is a fucking endless cycle..."

I originally thought Feng Ying had some good ideas.

As a result, after talking for a long time, he was half-baked.

Wen Tiren suppressed his anger and interrupted the conversation.

Also try...

Can't you put my life to the test?

Although Wen Tiren is not afraid of death now, if Nanjing City is lost, he will definitely not be able to enter Lingyan Pavilion.

This is a big fucking loss!

People can die, but Lingyan Pavilion must be entered!

"You two, why don't you take a look at this thing."

"Maybe there's a way."

Next to him, the seemingly transparent Huang Jin took out a book from his sleeve with an unhappy expression.

Damn it, these two old men are always quarreling with Confucianism, but I'm still standing here!

Can you give me some face?

"what?"

"Beijing City Defense Record?"

"Author...Yu Qian?"

Wen Tiren looked over and saw a line of small words clearly written on the book.

The person who signed the signature was the famous Yu Taibao.

This made Wen Tiren stunned for a long time.

Written by Yu Qian?

Never heard of it.

"Tsk, I've long heard that Yu Qian wrote a book about his experiences after he defended the city of Beijing."

"I didn't expect it to be in your hands."

"Do you want us to follow the records in this book and guard Nanjing?"

Faced with Wen Tiren's question, Huang Jin nodded.

"Beijing was trapped and beaten very badly."

"I think I can learn from it."

“It’s all defense anyway, there’s not much difference.”

Just when he was about to say something more, Feng Ying next to him burst out laughing.

Watching Huang Jin keep shaking his head.

"What are you laughing at?"

Huang Jin's face twitched slightly as he was interrupted, looking extremely unhappy.

Are you fucking sick?

"Why am I laughing?"

"I laugh that Confucianism has been in decline for a long time, but it can say such things."

"Beijing is Beijing, Nanjing is Nanjing, and the height and thickness of the city walls are different."

"Yu Qian even mastered the art of war and was able to defend the city of Beijing."

"The cities are different, and the people are also different. How can they be the same just by relying on a book?"

"If nothing else, who among us can match Yu Qian's ability to control the overall situation?"

"Do you really think the city defense is just to put two people here and a cannon over there?"

"It's really funny."

Feng Ying's words were very impolite and extremely realistic.

As the only one among the three people present who knew something about the art of war, he knew very well that Huang Jin's method was not a solution at all.

It will only make the death worse.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"It won't work this way, and that won't work either. Let's just wait for death."

Huang Jin took a few deep breaths and threw the book in his hand on the table.

He stared back and replied in the same way!

That’s all you can fucking say!

If you are awesome, please give me a solution.

"Yes, if you have a better idea, you might as well say it."

"Now is not the time to argue."

"Securing the city of Nanjing is the top priority."

Wen Tiren also spoke at this time.

He knew there was nothing wrong with what Feng Ying said, but the problem now was who would defend the city if Huang Jin's method was not used.

A bad solution is better than no solution at all.

"Hey, I didn't expect that Confucianism would not reach this point."

"It's really embarrassing."

"Forget it, I really have another way."

"Not long ago, a group of people ran out from Jiangxi to avoid trouble."

"There are about three to four hundred people. The leader is a girl named Mo Ruyu."

"Now their whole family is in Nanjing."

"If you don't mind it..."

"You can go find them."

Who?

Mo Ruyu?

Wen Tiren and Huang Jin tensed up when they heard the name!

hiss!

Mohist family? !

Are they in Nanjing City?