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"So they really think that in this world, the Tatars and Li Chuang can rob it, but I, the Ming Dynasty, can't rob it, right?" Zhu Cixiang looked at Shi Kefa, who was crying and trying to dissuade him again and again. He smiled brightly, held his sword and walked towards the "gift to the army" sent by the nobles of Nanjing out of the city. "Five million! The good princes of Gu Gu divided four million and only gave Gu one million. They thought I was as easy to deceive as my father! That's all Gu's money, Gu's money!" The furious Zhu Cixiang kicked over one of the silver boxes, revealing the white silver inside, and pointed his sword at the gate of Nanjing. Behind him, there were tens of thousands of broken-down Northern troops who followed him all the way south with their eyes bleeding! "Soldiers! I once said that I would give you money, land, and status! Now, it's time for me to fulfill my promise! Opened in Nanjing! Suigu takes back everything that should belong to you! Guhui says it and does it! I, Zhu Cixiang, will not enjoy this glory of remaking the world to myself! " "Long live your highness!" "Conquer the city of Nanjing and help His Highness ascend to the great treasure!" "Divide the fields and impose wages!" Outside the city of Nanjing, the huge noise of the Northern troops surrounding Zhu Cixiang soared into the sky, and finally merged into two words at the top of the city. "Kaicheng!"