But even so!
Faced with such a massive Yuan Army assault.
From Imperial Grandson Zhu Ying at the top to the ordinary Ming soldiers below, not a single person on the city walls showed any fear. Instead, their eyes gleamed with anticipation, eager to fight—the yearning of warriors to earn glory.
In today's Ming Dynasty.
Every soldier received full pay, and killing enemies brought additional rewards.
Rewards and punishments for military merit were enforced with absolute rigor.
There would never be cases of unreported merit or stolen credit.
Under such rules, countless soldiers naturally stood united as one.
"Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty."
"The Yuan people are attacking. Are you afraid?"
Zhu Ying smiled, swept his gaze across the soldiers atop the walls, and called out loudly.
"Kill all the barbarians!"
"Those who offend the heavenly might of the Ming Dynasty—kill!"
"Kill them all..."
Every soldier raised his weapon and roared with burning fervor.
Even though they were the defenders at this moment.
None of them showed the slightest fear. Instead, they looked forward to this battle even more than the attacking Yuan people.
Just as later generations had said of the Ming army: without full pay, the Ming army could not fight; with full pay, they were unbeatable.
"Hahaha!"
"Soldiers of the Great Ming, mighty!"
"In this battle."
"I am not some Imperial Grandson of the Ming Dynasty."
"I am still your general."
"Soldiers."
"Most of you once served under me. Do you still remember the principles I followed on the battlefield?" Zhu Ying laughed loudly and asked again.
"Generals charge first, soldiers charge behind."
"A general does not cling to life; soldiers do not fear death."
The soldiers on the walls roared their reply.
They had all once been Zhu Ying's old subordinates. How could they not know