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The hoofs of Jiannu's horses trampled the Huaihe River, and the saliva of the court flooded Jinling.
The foreign invaders are almost gnawing to the bone, and the people in the nest are still shouting at each other about "who is the orthodox". The sky in Nanming is more cowardly than anyone else.
Until the soul of later generations crashed into the chaos in the southeast, Zhu Cixiang broke into Gao Jie's camp in the dark.
He held the knife on his neck and didn't frown. He just stared at the few dusty Hongyi cannons in the camp. The sound could scatter sparks when they hit the ground:
"Gao Jie! Where is my cannon?!"
"Push them all to the front of the formation and hold them down! No matter what the Eight Banners vests are, I will give Jian Nu a good bang with an iron today, letting them know that the Han family's world will not be destroyed by the Tatars!"
