Daming Super Daddy

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Of course, as a reserve team member, the defense gap of 300 people, as long as the guards in Seoul are not fools, they can see something.

Thanks to Zhang Guoliang's thoughtful thinking, after Huang San and his 100 people wiped out [-] sentry posts, Ming soldiers climbed up from the bottom of the city to replace the lack of people before.

Therefore, when the first moment of ugly time came, the [-] North Korean soldiers who were in charge of guarding the city had all been replaced by Ming soldiers.

Just when Zhang Guoliang was thinking about quietly touching the top of the city to open the gate, a sudden change occurred.

The guards on the city wall in Seoul need to change shifts!

"Brothers, you've worked hard, it's time for this shift change!"

A chubby middle-aged man led [-] North Korean soldiers to the top of the city, "The soldiers of Daming and the Royalist faction have already arrived outside the city, we must be more cautious these days!"

"That's right, I've been spinning all day long, and my body is almost exhausted!" Huang San spoke in an authentic North Korean Seoul accent, and deliberately forced a smile on his face.

"Brother, you look a little strange!"

Seeing Huang San's face, the fat man muttered.

Zhang Guoliang and a group of Ming soldiers all became tense, and subconsciously touched the handle of the knife with their right hands one by one.

Although there was a smile on Huang San's face, his body was actually tense.

"Hahaha, but it doesn't matter if you are unfamiliar. We have a lot of officers and soldiers from other places in Seoul. As long as we come here, we are brothers!"

After Fatty Bai finished that sentence, he added another sentence.

"Damn, I'm scared to death!" Hearing this, Zhang Guoliang cursed in his heart.

"This big brother is right!" Huang San praised Fatty Bai, and then said: "Then let's go down first. If big brother has time, we must have a drink or two!"

"Okay, fat brother, I like to make friends!" Fatty Bai responded, and waved his hand: "What the hell are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and stand guard?"

"Yes, fat man!"

Fatty Bai's subordinates responded wildly, dispersed and ran towards the guard posts on the top of the city.

"Third brother, what shall we do next?" Zhang Guoliang, who hadn't guessed the change of guard, stepped forward and asked Huang San.

"Well, let's go down and have a look first." Huang San thought for a while and said.

Zhang Guoliang nodded and said: "Alright, if there is something wrong, we will open the door even if we sacrifice ourselves!"

……

Outside of Seoul, the joint military camp of the Ming Dynasty and the royalist faction.

"General, lord... Zhang Qianhu and the others have all entered Seoul!"

In the big tent of the Chinese army, a scout in armor hurried in and bowed to report respectfully to everyone in the big tent.

"Already in?" Zhu Neng heard this, and his face immediately showed joy, "Is there any news?"

"No!" The scout shook his head and said, "But judging from the situation I observed just now, it seems that something has happened. It seems that all the soldiers on the other side's walls have changed their guards."

"General, shall we rush over?" Zhu Mengcan's eyes lit up immediately.

Snapped!

A resounding blow came, but it was Zhu Song who smacked Zhu Mengcan hard on the forehead.

"Still rushing in? What a fart!"

Zhu Song glared at Zhu Mengcan angrily, and said, "Zhu Mengcan, can you use your brain when you do things? Just rush over with the army and crash into the door to death?"

Zhu Mengcan felt aggrieved and touched his red forehead, not daring to speak anymore.

"Mianren, what do you think?" Zhu Song turned to look at Yang Rong.

Yang Rong stroked his short beard, frowned and thought for a while, then spread his hands and said, "My lord, it's okay to be a low-level official who wants to pay papers or something, but if you want to find a way to deal with the battlefield, you can only be a low-level official." I can't help you!"

"Then you're still frowning and thinking about it for a long time?" Zhu Song rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "Forget it, or we'll just wait..."

"Well, Uncle Song Huang, I have an idea."

Just when the big tent fell silent, Zhu Guiqi's voice sounded.

"Guiqi, what can you do?" Everyone looked at him, and Zhu Song asked.

"Uncle Songhuang, I don't think we can do anything even if we wait like this. The reason why we can't bring the army closer to Seoul now is because the movement of the army collectively is too loud, and we can see it even four or five miles away."

When talking about this, Zhu Mengcan saw that everyone was nodding silently, so he continued:

"Since the collective action is too big, why don't we divide the army into dozens or even hundreds of parts, and then quietly touch the root of the city wall through the night, just like Zhang Qianhu and the others did just now."

Yeah, why didn't I think of that?

Everyone present only felt that their heads were hit hard by the hammer, and they felt a sense of enlightenment.

"Guiqi is right!"

He really is a fan of the authorities, Zhu Guiqi is quite sober.

Zhu Song smiled and patted the little guy on the shoulders, and said: "Shihong, I suggest that the army be broken up into pieces, with a team of a hundred people as part of it, quietly gather at the root of the city wall of Seoul, and wait for the city gate to open!"

"Okay, I agree with the prince's suggestion, but..." Zhu Neng thought for a while, and said: "We also have to leave some people here in the barracks, and we can't let those guys on the top of the city find out that our side has been killed." It’s people who have gone to the building to be empty! Well, let’s pass the order like this!”

"Yes!"

The soldier who came to report the situation responded and turned to leave. (To be continued.)

Chapter 393 was discovered (two in one chapter)

Just like what the fat man said, there are many soldiers from all over the city in Seoul right now, so it's normal for these soldiers not to know each other.

Four hundred Ming soldiers disguised as Korean soldiers, including Zhang Guoliang who had changed his guard and left the city wall, were very surprised by the North Korean soldiers shuttled back and forth in the city.

"Qianhu, why are there so many soldiers in armor in the city? This doesn't match the news we got before?"

Among the teams sneaking into Seoul, a very thin young man followed closely beside Zhang Guoliang and said.

"Forgot what I told you before?" Zhang Guoliang glared at the young man and said, "Don't call me Qianhu, just call me an adult."

"Yes, yes!" The young man nodded in a panic, and said, "My lord, why are there so many North Korean soldiers here?"

"I don't know!" Zhang Guoliang spread his hands and said: "But I think it should be Han Dongdao's cobbled together to deal with the coalition forces of us and the king's protection faction, and dragged the raw soldiers!"

"Guoliang, what shall we do next?" Huang San was still thinking about the mission, "Our army is still waiting outside, we can't really serve as Korean soldiers in their city, right?"