Leading to the Yangtze River.

The turbid waves are cleared, and the weather is majestic!

Yu Tingyu held a knife and stood on the largest building ship. With a command, thousands of sails competed with the current, and the ships were connected like a long dragon.

"Let's go, follow me, and seek refuge with the Ming Lord!"

"Take refuge in the Lord!"

"Take refuge in the Lord!"

The sound of drums and horns spread far and wide through the water of the lake.

A naval force of nearly 20,000 people was dispatched together.

There are built-up ships captured from the Yuan army, as well as grain transport ships, sand transport ships, and small fishing boats that can only seat a few people... But no matter how big or small the boat is, there are skilled sailors on board, who can handle the boat calmly.

The mighty force surges out from the eight-hundred-mile-long Chaohu Lake, overwhelming mountains and seas, and cannot be stopped.

The flags of the Yu family and the Liao family fluttered in the wind.

It's just that on the largest building ship, there is a big red flag, making a sound, and a huge red character, shining brightly!

Li Wenzhong stood under the banner, his heart was surging and his blood was boiling.

My uncle's measures to eradicate the powerful and equally distribute the land finally paid off.

Ninety-nine percent of the Chaohu naval forces are ordinary people who cannot survive. Some of their ancestors even fled into Chaohu during the Song Dynasty. After several generations, they have never left.

They are common people who cannot bear heavy taxes and are desperate tenant farmers.

Either they were forced by the landlords, or they couldn't afford the exorbitant taxes, so they had no choice but to escape into the lake and live in espionage for who knows how many years.

Now finally someone is willing to make decisions for the poor.

"Go out, just go out. When you go out, you will have fields, white rice, and big steamed buns!"

The skinny old boatman held his little grandson in his arms, his face full of longing, and his eyes filled with tears. The young and strong man was rocking the boat with all his strength, unstoppable.

The large-scale dispatch of the Chaohu Navy could not be concealed from Zuo Junbi. He had heard the news two days ago and personally led 20,000 troops south from Luzhou to prepare to attack the water stronghold.

But right in front of him, a young man blocked the way.

Lan Yu smiled and handed over a letter, which was written by Zhang Ximeng to Zuo Junbi, urging him to stay in Luzhou and avoid causing trouble.

Zuo Junbi took it in his hand, looked at it briefly, and said disdainfully: "You Zhu Jiajun, don't stretch your hands too far, this place is not yours to control!"

Lan Yu smiled and said: "Of course I know that you are a minister of Tianwan and a disciple of Peng Yingyu, and your subordinates are all heroes of the Southern Red Scarf. Your origin is indeed different from ours, but I still have a letter from an old friend here."

Zuo Junbi was startled. Lan Yu had already sent the letter.

Zuo Junbi took it in his hand and looked at it. His expression suddenly changed, "You, where did you get it?"

Lan Yu smiled faintly, "The person who wrote the letter is already under the command of my lord. He is friends with General Zuo. We also want to be friends with General Zuo, but we just don't know if General Zuo is willing?"

Zuo Junbi couldn't help gritting his teeth. This letter was written by Gong Bosui. The secret communication between him and Yuan Ting had been leaked a long time ago. What should he do?

Zuo Junbi was so confused that he was at a loss for a moment.

Lan Yu smiled and said: "General Zuo, as I said before, you choose whether you are an enemy or a friend. I take my leave."

After he finished speaking, he turned his horse and ran away, pretending to be cool and then running away. It was really exciting.

After all, Zuo Junbi did not dare to pursue him, and his 20,000 troops were unable to patrol.

At this time, the Chaohu Navy had already passed Huangdun Town, and the double-sword Zhao Pusheng also held a letter in his hand.

"The public is willing to participate in the grand event and attack Ni Yuan together, so naturally the position is vacant. If the public is still determined to achieve the end of the world and is unwilling to surrender, we can also become friends and take care of each other. Peng Zu is dead, and the public has been in Chaohu for a long time. His heart is unpredictable and he is isolated and helpless. The public is

Senior, how can you be inferior to others..."

Zhao Pusheng has read it no less than three times, and his heart is surging. It has been difficult to calm down for a long time. This letter simply speaks to his heart. He is unwilling to surrender to Zhu Yuanzhang, but if he can use Zhu Yuanzhang as a foreign aid, he can fight for the end of the world.

In terms of internal status, he is a hundred willing.

The Chaohu Navy is lost, but the Zhu Jiajun is here. How to choose is really worrying!

The dual-sword general also didn't understand the balance.

At this time, most of the Chaohu Navy had passed Huangdun Town, and the forward was pointing directly at Yuxikou.

"Dad, there is a ship belonging to Hague, a barbarian of the Yuan army, in front of us. What should we do?" Yu Tonghai asked anxiously.
Chapter completed!