Chengdu is located in the subtropical monsoon zone. When summer comes, the scorching sun is unbearable. The princes and dignitaries could go to Mount Qingcheng, Mount Emei or the Xiling Snow Mountain to escape the summer heat. As for the traffickers and common people with limited financial resources, they had to find a cool place to escape the intense summer heat.
But at the Sichuan Martial Arts Hall in the west of Chengdu, the students and instructors did not have such good luck.
The Northwest War had just ended, the Song army was approaching Hexi, and the Emperor of the Song Dynasty came to Chengdu to inspect the Sichuan Martial Arts Hall. Who dared to neglect it?
The Sichuan martial arts hall is heavily guarded inside and outside. Even in the early morning, the heat wave is rolling in the martial arts hall, making people sweat profusely.
Zhao Hong was sitting under the pavilion on the high platform, accompanied by a group of Sichuan officials, big and small, watching the students' drills.
"stop!"
As the instructor shouted, a row of cavalry stopped in front of the trench. Their movements were almost the same. As the word "jump" sounded, all the horses jumped over the trench with the same pace.
"shoot!"
After another ditch jumping action, the instructor shouted loudly, and the students loaded their crossbows with arrows. A wave of arrows shot out, and they all hit the target.
Zhao Hong nodded slightly, secretly excited.
In the battle at the northwest frontier, the Song Dynasty acquired thousands of war horses. Even the horses trained in the Jiangwu Hall were shotguns for cannons. All the good horses in Hequ looked exciting.
"Throw a bomb!"
Amid the angry shouts of the instructors, the students took a running start. The smoking thunderbolts were accurately thrown into the circle surrounded by sandbags, making a "tongtong" sound, but did not burst the iron shell.
This kind of training bomb contains only 10% to 20% of the gunpowder content and can only explode but cannot break the shell. Only with mature training can one use the real thunderbolt on the battlefield.
"Puffy!"
Smoke filled the air, artillery sounded, and dozens of solid iron balls roared out. They landed in an arc and ran rampant, destroying everything along the way. The wooden piles buried on the ground were broken one after another, and wooden thorns and sawdust flew.
Artillery training must not be false at all, and it consumes the most gunpowder. The loading action is well-trained, and the adjustment of angle and direction must be practiced with live ammunition, otherwise the accuracy of shooting cannot be achieved.
"Step up and stab!"
On the school field, the instructor's roar rang out, and the students in the formation roared with him, stepped forward, drew their guns, and stabbed out the spears in their hands.
The scorching sun was in the sky, and Cui Yu, the envoy of Sichuan Province who was watching from the high platform, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
The killing sound that hit him made him a little stunned for a moment.
Who said there are no men in Sichuan? These young men from the Sichuan Martial Arts Hall are truly formidable.
At this time, he even imagined that just the Sichuan disciples could withstand the invincible Tatar cavalry.
Seeing this scene of the stabbing performance of 600 people, the country's tigers were fierce and murderous, showing the momentum of tens of millions of people. Zhao Hong and others watching from the high platform stood up one after another and responded with warm applause.
As a branch of Jinling Jiangwu Hall, Sichuan Jiangwu Hall recruits basically all children from central Sichuan, most of whom are around 20 years old. Although he is a son of Sichuan, he still needs to obey the arrangements of the Song Dynasty court in terms of deployment. He cannot only join the army in Shu to avoid the phenomenon of cliques in the army.
"Stand at attention! Salute!"
Amid the officer's orders, all the students held guns in their left hands and saluted with their right hands to Zhao Hong and others on the high platform, solemnly and solemnly, like sculptures.
Zhao Hong, who was on the high platform, couldn't help raising his hands and solemnly responded with a military salute.
"Long live!"
"Long live! Long live!"
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
After the salute, the students raised their fists and shouted in unison, staring at Zhao Hong on the high platform with warm eyes.
The legendary ascended to the throne, became a famous poet in the country, developed firearms, founded the Jinling Lecture Hall and Jinling University Hall, rectified military equipment, fought against corruption, implemented the New Deal, and used the power of the Tatar army that had just repelled the talk of a tiger...
Among all the students, how many can't recite "The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times"? Who among them is not shocked by the powerful destructive power of firearms?
Today, Zhao Hong's personal prestige and influence, especially in the minds of the younger generation of the Song Dynasty, have reached a peak that none of the emperors of the Song Dynasty can reach.
With everyone looking forward to it, Zhao Hong had no choice but to walk out of the pavilion, came to the high platform, stood under the scorching sun, and faced a group of enthusiastic students.
It was the brave warriors like them who rushed to the national calamity, risked their lives, and fought bloody battles to give the country a moment of peace.
When has this country ever truly treated them well?
Cui Yu, Fan Zhong, Shi Songzhi and other courtiers also followed Zhao Hong out and stood behind him.
The emperor couldn't bask in the sun, so they hid under the pavilion. This is not only ruining your own job, but also looks very rude and will lead to verbal and written criticism.
"Students of Sichuan Martial Arts Hall! Hello!"
Zhao Hong shouted loudly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was followed by the earth-shattering voices of the students.
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
Many times, when the atmosphere is reached, feelings arise spontaneously.
Cui Yu, Fan Zhong and others had serious expressions and were all surprised. Today's emperor's status in the hearts of young people is far inferior to that of the emperors of the Song Dynasty.
Even Song Renzong's "benevolence" was just being an "official" and treating the scholar-bureaucrats well, which was of no benefit to ordinary scholars and people. Not to mention Song Huizong, Song Gaozong, Song Guangzong and the like.
The atmosphere was so lively that Zhao Hong walked off the platform and walked into the formation, regardless of the heat.
There was a moment of silence in the formation, and all the students stood up straight together. They looked at Zhao Hong with fanatical admiration, and even more fanatical admiration.
A pat on the shoulder, a thump on the chest, and a few words of encouragement are the best results and can encourage people more than grand words.
"Who are the people in your family? Are they living well? Do they support you entering the Sichuan Martial Arts Hall?"
"Your Majesty, the five members of my family have enough to eat, and they all support me to teach martial arts!"
The words were concise and to the point, and the down-to-earth conversation between a teacher and a student ended quickly.
"The training at the Sichuan Martial Arts Hall is so hard, can you bear it?"
"Your Majesty, sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war. Don't be afraid of hardship!"
There is a teacher-student conversation completed instantly.
"Why do you want to join the Sichuan Martial Arts Hall? Isn't it to get promoted and make a fortune?"
"When I return to Your Majesty, I am not here to get promoted and get rich! I am here to serve the country by killing the enemy and serving the country with loyalty!"
"Do you have a dream?"
"Your Majesty, I want to become a general, command thousands of troops, restore the Central Plains, and restore the former glory of my Central Plains dynasty!"
Conversations one by one instantly shortened the distance between Zhao Hong and the students. But after walking around for a while, Zhao Hong was sweating profusely, and the clothes on his chest and back were all wet. But he was still in high spirits and didn't seem to be afraid of the heat at all.
"Students, young people from the Song Dynasty, can any of you tell me what the shame of Jingkang is?"
On the high platform, Zhao Hong shouted loudly.
Only by tearing open those old scars bloody can we prevent the scars from being healed and forgetting about the pain, leaving them unforgettable.
Up and down the high platform, all the officials and students were silent.
"Knowing shame is close to courage. Why, no one knows? Or do you know it but don't dare to say it?"
Zhao Hong looked at the silent phalanx and shouted loudly again.
He didn't believe it. Young people would not remember the shame of the nation.
"Return to your majesty, I know!"
Finally, in the square formation, a student raised his hand and shouted.
"Stand to the front and say it! What is your name? At that moment, speak loudly back!"
Zhao Hong waved, and a young student walked out of the team and stood in the front row, attracting the attention of all the students.
"Your Majesty, student Pu Zezhi is from the Artillery Department of Sichuan Jiangwu Hall. In the seventh year of Xuanhe in the Song Dynasty, the Jin army divided into east and west routes and went south to attack the Song Dynasty. The east route army attacked Yanjing. The west route army went straight to Taiyuan. On the east route, the Jin soldiers defeated Yanjing, crossed the Yellow River, and marched south to Bianjing. Huizong saw that the situation was in danger, so he moved to Qinzong."
Pu Zhezhi secretly glanced at Zhao Hong, and when he met his encouraging gaze, he boldly continued, speaking generously and tragically.
"In the first month of the first year of Jingkang, the Jin East Route Army advanced to Bianjing City, forcing the Song Dynasty to withdraw after negotiating peace. The Jin people demanded 5 million taels of gold and 50 million taels of silver coins, and ceded the three towns of Zhongshan, Hejian, and Taiyuan. In August of the same year , the Jin army attacked the Song Dynasty in two directions; in the eleventh month of the month, the Jin army broke through the city and captured the two emperors Huizong and Qinzong as well as a large number of the Zhao royal family, concubines, nobles, and court officials, a total of more than 3,000 people, and went northward. It was all in vain. The shame of Jingkang caused the Song Dynasty to lose half of its country. The Song Dynasty moved south and had no choice but to be confined to the south of the Yangtze River."
"Pu Zezhi, very good! I will remember you!"
Zhao Hong nodded slightly, and Pu Zhezhi returned to the square formation.
"Then do you know why the Jingkang scandal happened?"
Zhao Hong's question caused another collective silence.
"Then let me tell you, first, Song Huizong was not a good emperor, he was a complete fool. As the emperor of the Song Dynasty, he made the people's lives worse than death, made the country suffer, and the country was ruined. He is the eternal sinner of the Song Dynasty!"
There was shock and trembling, and Zhao Hong's voice gradually became louder.
"Secondly, our country lacks blood and martial spirit. The emperor guards the country, and the king dies in the country. Thousands of the emperor's royal family were robbed and moved north. The men were slaves and the women were prostitutes. It was a shame and humiliation that was unheard of. Even worse than a dog. , is life interesting?"
Under everyone's attention, Zhao Hong blushed and continued to roar loudly.
"If a person lacks blood, he will be bullied and insulted by evil people. If a country or a nation lacks blood and martial arts, it will lead to the destruction of the country and the annihilation of the species! The shame of Jingkang is a bloody precedent! I tell you, in In my Song Dynasty, there is no Yue Fei who died, and there is no "unnecessary" Qin Hui, but only the warriors of the Song Dynasty who served the country and the people and were admired by the whole country!"
Cui Yu was frightened. This was said so impassionedly that it made people feel sad. But even Song Huizong and Song Gaozong were scolded.
Looking at the expressions of the students in the martial arts hall below the high platform, they all seemed to be excited.
"Students, the survivors have shed tears in the dust and looked south to Master Wang for another year. To this day, a full hundred years after the humiliation of Jingkang, has the Song Dynasty regained the land of the Central Plains?"
There was another collective silence.
Is there any need to ask? The Southern Song Dynasty was still the Southern Song Dynasty. The warm breeze made tourists drunk, and Hangzhou was called Bianzhou, and now it has become the eternal capital.
"Henan and Shaanxi are still in the hands of the Jin people, and Hebei and Hedong have become Tatar territory. However, if I, the Song Dynasty, had to work hard and catch up, in a few years, the Central Plains would be like Lanzhou and Lintao Prefecture now. It will be like the land in Hexi now, and it will return to the rule of the Song Dynasty!"
Zhao Hong looked at the students in front of him and shouted angrily.
"I want to restore the Central Plains and restore the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties. Do you believe it?"
"Trust, trust, trust!"
All the students' faces were red, and their emotions were immediately raised to the extreme.
"Restore the Central Plains, regain the Western Regions, seal the wolf as a slave, and the horse tramples the swallows. Who do I rely on? It depends on you. I rely on you to lead thousands of men of the Song Dynasty to kill the enemy, serve the country, and restore the old glory of our Central Plains Dynasty!"
Facing the excited faces, Zhao Hong raised his fists and shouted loudly, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Long live the Song Dynasty!"
"Long live the Song Dynasty!"
Waves of shouts rang out, one after another, and many people on the school field had red eyes.
For the first time since entering the Sichuan Martial Arts Hall, many people knew clearly why they came and what they were going to do.
The crowd was excited and mad, and Zhao Hong also had goosebumps when he saw the turbulent and hoarse scene.
Before the world is in chaos, Shu will be in chaos first. The world is already at peace, but Shu is not at peace. The Sichuan disciples are brave and brave enough to handle the Mongolian cavalry that dominates the world.
