When King Yan Zhu Di appeared in the Yangtze River Flood Control Camp, Li Mao, the commander in Jiangxi, was stunned.

At this critical moment, what did Zhu Di come over to do?

Indeed, everyone recognizes Zhu Di's merits and prestige on the battlefield. This remaining war god of war in the north and repeatedly wins in the southwest, commanding the Ming army to be invincible and defeating everything.

However, flood prevention and combat is completely different from real swords and guns.

"I can't sit still in Nanchang."

Without any extra politeness, Zhu Di spoke directly.

"Nanchang is now organizing rescue, and many people have been temporarily transferred to the city and have no chance of life, so they are alone."

Li Mao, who had just withdrawn from the front line, was lying on the marching bed at this time. It was not that he was arrogant, but that his legs had completely lost consciousness due to the long soaking period and were on the verge of necrosis. If he could not recover in the past few days, he might be completely paralyzed in the next life.

"In this battle, there is no distinction between princes and soldiers."

Zhu Di sat in front of Li Mao's bed, took the porridge from his personal soldiers, and fed it himself.

"Your Majesty has been in Jiangxi, in Guangxin, and even personally directed the rescue and transfer of the people. This is a battle of unity and unity. After the rescue of Guangxin Mansion is over, Gu believes that Your Majesty will come to the Yangtze River Camp, so now, Gu will take the lead."

After saying something, Li Mao opened his eyes wide in shock. He understood what Zhu Di said. Zhu Di wanted to go to the front line to build a "big embankment" like them!

"In just a few days, thousands of men were killed on all fronts, and more than 5,000 people were disabilities, either serious or minor. They had already fulfilled their duties as a Daming Erlang. Now, it is the turn of the veteran Gu to do his job."

The last spoonful of the porridge bowl was fed, Zhu Di stood up and calmly took off his helmet and armor, tightened the ribbon around his waist, and took his youngest son Zhu Gaosui out of the military camp without hesitation, followed the high ground, and walked step by step towards the dam under the deep water reaching his waist.

In the face of flood situation, where is there any prince, prince?

When the emperor chose to stay in Shangrao and not leave, the 700,000 Jianer was ready to die in Jiangxi. Even the emperor was not afraid of death, so what else were they afraid of?

Zhu Di was proud all his life. He could not let his nephew look down upon him, nor could he let the world look down upon him or historic!

Even if he was about to die, he, the King of Yan of the Ming Dynasty, would die in front of Zhu Yunwen!

At a sub-dike, a young soldier was spitting blood in his mouth by the impact of the flood. His whole body became soft and his face fell into the deep water. The water flowed rapidly. His comrades around him could not salvage him as soon as possible, and no one could be found again.

"damn it!"

Baihu, who was leaning against Zidi, just cursed hatefully. Tears in his red eyes had already dried up. For so many days, he couldn't remember how many comrades had sent away.

"Is there anyone who is still alive to breathe? Come and take it."

Then, a vicissitudes of face with several scars appeared in his eyes.

An old man came over with a child.

"Which team are you from?"

Such a strange configuration surprised Baihu, so Zhu Di came to his senses after holding his arms, leaning against Zidi with him, and piercing his legs into the mud.

“From Nanchang.”

Zhu Di just spoke, but his face suddenly changed because he felt the huge impact from the dike on his back.

I have fought a lifelong battle and suffered any kind of injuries, but this is the first time that I have been in a constant stream of injuries that I don’t know how to avoid.

"Old man, can you be physically good?"

Baihu looked at it with a funny look: "Looking at this way, you are at least a general. It's not that I don't like you. You generals are okay in marching and fighting. This thing has to be young."

Seeing that my son was looked down upon, Zhu Gaosui next to Zhu Di became angry: "You are arrogant."

As soon as he said that, Zhu Di glared at him fiercely, and he became so scared that he became honest.

"Yes, I'm presumptuous."

The hundred households silently raised their necks, and the rain in the sky was still falling, and there was no stopping at all.

"Over these days, I have watched the commander and commanding the Tongzhi, and the Qianhu, die one by one. Seeing the soldiers under my command die one by one, I, the hundred-household, survive. I may not know when I will be knocked into the torrent, and my five internal organs are displaced and my seven holes are bleeding. Who knows?"

A person who has lost all his heart has relied on what support he has been with the present, except for faith!

A soldier with faith should receive the highest respect from everyone.

Zhu Di tightly wrapped around the arms of the Baihu and said sincerely: "The dog son is arrogant. It's because I, the father, didn't teach me well. After waiting, I'll ask him to kowtow to apologize."

"Your son?"

Baihu was stunned by this sentence: "Old man, you are cruel enough. Even your son has brought you. I thought it was your personal soldier."

Hearing the rebuke in the tone of Baihu, Zhu Gaosui spoke for Zhu Di: "Because I am also a soldier."

I'm a soldier, and this reason is enough.

"Yeah, it makes sense."

Baihu had already started to struggle when he spoke, and his will was gradually blurring.

"We are soldiers, but we have no choice. You said, if we die in the future, will the people of Jiangxi remember us?"

Seeing the strangeness of the households around him, Zhu Di was shocked and said quickly.

"Yes, not only the people of Jiangxi, but also the people of the world, but also the emperor, they will remember that every Daming Lang who died here, the emperor will erect a monument for you, award you medals, and commend you, and remember it in history."

"Dare to fight against the heaven with an ordinary fetus, and swear to live and die with Jiangxi."

Baihu opened his mouth, and scarlet blood flowed out of his mouth, a turbid torrent was red and turbid. All the vitality in his eyes passed away, but his body was still firmly stuck behind Zidi and did not fall down!

The father and son fell silent.

"If I survive, I'll kowtow to you."

Zhu Gaosui felt that his heart was hit hard, and his deep regret and self-blame made him feel very uncomfortable.

As time went by, more and more soldiers fell down, but more people silently took over, but the local people from Jiujiang also rushed over.

"God, you're going to stop raining!"

Zhu Gaosui suddenly raised his neck and roared: "How many people do you want to kill to be satisfied? I am a bitch. If I die, I will kill you and cut you into pieces!"

The muffled thunder rolled in, and it seemed that Cang Tian was really angry when he heard Zhu Gaosui's voice.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zhu Gaosui cursed even more: "Come on, lightning strikes me to death. You are the ones who have no seeds to curse."

As he cursed, Zhu Gaosui's voice became much smaller, until he completely lost his voice.
Chapter completed!