"knew!"
Chongzhen responded and looked at the Fu Wang Zhu Changxun behind him: "Uncle Wang, this time I will personally lead the expedition. Sun Chengzong will command the six ministries of the cabinet to handle government affairs. You will be in charge of the capital and take good care of the clan. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed directly!"
"Your Majesty, don't worry. I will fulfill my mission and take care of your home!"
"With Uncle Wang's words, I feel relieved, so I'll set off!"
"Congratulations to Your Majesty, and congratulations to the army on their triumphant return!"
"I respectfully see off your Majesty and wish the army a triumphant return!"
After King Fu congratulated him, all the officials behind him started to drink loudly, their eyes full of yearning.
What do you yearn for?
Naturally, he longed for the soldiers to go to the battlefield in person and destroy Jiannu, the Mongolian tribes, and Fusang.
The establishment of slaves has been a problem during the Ming Dynasty for fifty years. During the two hundred years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the Mongolian tribes have repeatedly invaded the border and plundered the people. Fusang Japanese pirates have invaded the southeastern coast for many years, committing heinous crimes.
Now that these three parties can be completely destroyed, they naturally want to kill a few bastards with their own hands.
The idea is good, but the emperor said that there are strengths and weaknesses, and it is enough for everyone to do their own job well, which is to contribute to the elimination of Jiannu.
"Set off!"
Chongzhen turned over and wore a black dragon with complicated fur. Yes, it was the horse king that Cao transformed into a dragon and led the warrior camp to capture in the grassland.
Seeing Cao Bianjiao, Chongzhen looked solemn: "Cao Aiqing, sing a song to cheer up and boost morale!"
"I obey the decree!"
Cao Bianjiao, who was on the war horse, made a gesture towards the warrior battalion sergeant behind him, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Ming Dynasty man... get ready to sing!"
A rough voice sounded, mixed with a slightly weird tune. Not only the officials who saw him off were stunned, but also the soldiers who went out to fight were full of astonishment.
But he quickly adjusted. After all, the Ming boy said that it had become popular throughout the Ming Dynasty.
"Man of the Ming Dynasty, man of the Ming Dynasty, hold up the sky with one hand!"
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"The Yangtze River, the east of Asia, the Kunlun Mountains, the Great Wall, the land of abundance, the emperor's armor, the divine species."
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The yellow dust is shattered, Yan Ran succeeded, and the blood is still red to this day!
In just half a stick of incense, this song with only eleven lines was finished.
But before everyone could think about it, the songs of the warriors of the Thousand Warriors Camp rang out again.
He repeated it three times in a row, his voice getting louder and his momentum getting stronger.
The first time there were one thousand people, the second time there were two thousand people, the third time there were five thousand people...
At first it was like a silent stream flowing from a spring, which could only be heard outside Desheng Gate, but it went straight into the hearts of everyone.
Then, it was like breaking through rocks and cracking clouds, with high pitch and excitement, and those who heard it were extremely shocked.
The final sound was like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, and the wind swept the remaining clouds, soaring into the sky, as if it was about to shatter the clouds in the sky, and could be clearly heard in half of Beijing.
My scalp was numb from the smell, my whole body was trembling, and goosebumps instantly appeared all over my body.
Especially the sentence "I have a precious sword, I serve generously in the army, I strike the stream in the middle of the stream, the strong wind blows, I win the battle, my energy flows through the rainbow. How many of my husbands in ancient and modern times have smashed their heads to pieces of yellow dust, and swallowed their merits, and my blood is still red to this day!" '.
This sentence is not only a true portrayal of them today, but also an inspiration to them.
The sergeants in the entire school field were filled with fighting spirit. They were breathing rapidly, holding their weapons tightly, and wanted to rush to the battlefield to fight with the slaves!
The people in Beijing who were paying attention outside the city listened to the singing, all put down their work, and looked outside the city.
They didn't hear the specific lyrics clearly, but the tune and momentum were enough.
When they wanted to get closer to the city gate to hear it more clearly, singing sounded from somewhere in the city. Everyone followed the sound and found that it was where Tengxiang Right Guard was stationed.
Then the nine Forbidden Guards in the city also sang vigorous songs from their respective camps.
It was chaotic at first, but everyone gradually discovered that the singing gradually became clear and unified.
This time they heard the lyrics thoroughly and could not help but be impressed by the lyrics.
"Great, this word is so powerful, it is definitely written by His Majesty!"
"Definitely, only Your Majesty can write such a majestic atmosphere that penetrates the rainbow and sweeps across the universe!"
"Winds, tigers, clouds and dragons, all nations come together, I'm really looking forward to this day!"
"The wolf rushes and the tiger attacks, the sun sets and the road is exhausted, and there is no way to survive in front of me. These words sound sad. This is the situation the emperor faced when he ascended the throne. If the emperor had not been wise, hey..."
"The emperor is definitely a wise king. After he ascends the throne, he immediately kills the eunuchs, rectifies the officials, and returns the land to the people...Everything is considered from the perspective of the people!"
"The most bitter and difficult days are over, and a new life is about to begin. This battle will use the blood of the enemy to wash away the humiliation of the past hundred years!"
"The yellow dust shattered the head, Yan Ran succeeded, and the blood is still red to this day. We, the Chinese, have inherited it for thousands of years. After several dynasties, many foreign enemies have disappeared in the dust of history, but we, the Chinese, are still here!"
"What the emperor said is right. A lion has been sleeping for a thousand years. Once he wakes up, he will raise his arms and become a hero! If the emperor raises his arms, the whole Ming Dynasty will respond!"
"war!"
"war!"
"kill"
"kill!"
"Congratulations to your majesty on your triumphant return!"
"Triumph!"
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The people in the city could not sing, but they would express their joy in other ways. The neat sounds of battle, killing and triumph were sent from the city like a tsunami to the departing army outside the city.
With the instructions, prayers and expectations of the people in the capital, the Northern Army marched towards Shanhaiguan along the official road.
Because of the Liaodong War and the Battle of Longjing Pass, the official road from Beijing to Ningyuan was wide and smooth.
But there is not a single soul on the official road at this moment. Not to mention that there is no one on the official road. There will be no living person within one mile on both sides of the official road.
One hundred thousand troops, one hundred thousand laborers, a total of two hundred thousand people, the mighty team stretched for more than ten miles.
One hundred thousand laborers were pushing carts, carrying or carrying supplies, and were sandwiched in the army.
Zunhua, Santun Camp... Ten days later, the army arrived at Shanhaiguan. The British Duke Zhang Weixian had already arranged the camp and the army rested.
In the Jinglue Mansion, Zhang Weixian prepared a large table of wine and food, including things from the mountains, things to swim in, and things to fly in the sky. They were all real delicacies from the mountains and the sea.
The most important thing is that Zhang Weixian made these by himself when he had nothing to do, and he cooked them himself.
"Mr. British, your life is more comfortable than mine!"
"Your Majesty, after Sun Chuanting and Ma Xianglin came out of quarantine, they looked at Yuan Chonghuan and Mao Wenlong. I feel much more comfortable today. This place is surrounded by mountains and sea. It is a good place to rest. It is much more comfortable than staying in the capital."
The British Duke said, pouring a glass of wine for Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, it's been a hard journey, please eat first!"
"OK!"
Chongzhen nodded and looked at Yuan Keli: "Yuan Aiqing, we are in a good mood today. We are marching outside. We don't need too many etiquettes. Please sit down!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your hard work, Lord British!"
Yuan Keli and Li Guopu bowed their hands towards the British Duke and were about to sit down when a hurried voice came from outside the door.
"Your Majesty, Xiping Fort Yuan Chonghuan's six hundred miles is urgent!"
Li Ruolian entered the lobby, and Chongzhen nodded towards Yuan Keli.
It was agreed when we set off that Yuan Keli would be the general marshal of the Northern Alliance for this trip and would be responsible for all affairs. He was a mascot, someone who would calm down the scene and boost morale.
Yuan Keli took the information, scanned it quickly, his eyes flashed, and sighed: "Huang Taiji is so victorious, he is really ruthless and unscrupulous!"
