"I obey the decree!"
After Cao Bianjiao responded, he grabbed the paper with the lyrics and left quickly, his eyes full of excitement.
When they arrived outside the mansion, Cao Wenzhao, the commander of Tengxiang Zuowei, Wei Yang, the commander of Hubenwei, who had been waiting for a long time, and several generals from Shanhaiguan all gathered around.
"Change into a dragon, show me to uncle!"
"Xiao Cao, show me!"
"Old Cao, don't rely on your status to gain privileges. Let's watch it together!"
"Old Zhang, you tone-deaf person, don't come and join in the fun!"
"Can you please stop fucking crowding me?"
…
A group of people reached out to grab the paper in Cao Bianjiao's hand, their eyes full of excitement.
"What, what?"
"How can a group of military generals push each other and shout in front of the Imperial Palace?"
"Please be honest with me for a while!"
After receiving the news, the British Duke also rushed over, gave a low drink, and then looked at the paper in Cao Bianjiao's hand: "Xiao Cao, has His Majesty's military song been written? Show it to my Duke?"
"yes!"
Seeing that Yingying had spoken openly, Cao Bianjiao responded quickly and handed over the paper in his hands.
The British prince adjusted his clothes, raised his hand towards the paper, and took it with a respectful look on his face.
The generals who saw this scene were sweating profusely and their faces were full of shame.
"Huh……"
"this……"
"Interesting, interesting..."
"Hahaha, His Majesty is indeed far-sighted and far-sighted in his actions!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
"Although the world is safe, if you forget to fight, you will be in danger. Your Majesty did the right thing!"
Looking at the handwriting on the paper, the British father's expression changed several times in just a few breaths, from surprise to shock to happiness.
Several generals on one side who had been waiting for a long time scratched their heads and scratched their heads anxiously, wanting to stretch their heads to see what the words were written, but they did not dare to be presumptuous in front of the British public.
"What makes the British father so happy?"
Yuan Keli also arrived, looked at the happy British father-in-law, and asked in a low voice.
Zhang Weixian, who came back to his senses, looked at Yuan Keli in front of him and said with a smile: "Old Yuan Ge came at the right time. Take a look at the military song written by His Majesty!"
Yuan Keli, like Zhang Weixian, was extremely respectful to the paper.
"Okay, okay!"
"Your Majesty is a great talent. Just after Jiannu was destroyed, Your Majesty is already thinking about the future!"
"Although the lyrics of this military song are straightforward and simple, the intention behind it is far-reaching. It always reminds us not to slack off easily.
We must adopt an attitude of being prepared for danger in times of peace, take precautions before they occur, and always keep in mind the lessons taught by slave-building to the Ming Dynasty. Those who fall behind will be beaten. "
"Yes, and at the same time, it depicts a magnificent picture of the military officers and soldiers' high morale and awe-inspiring fighting spirit in a straightforward way."
Yuan Keli praised a few words, then looked at Cao Bianjiao: "Commander Cao, have you learned it? Let's listen to it after singing it?"
"Mr. Pavilion, Your Majesty asked the general to find someone to print thousands of copies, one for each small banner. The general will first teach the sergeants of the Warrior Battalion, and then the Warrior Battalion will go to each army to make thousands of copies, and pass them down in turn. .”
"My father-in-law will arrange the printing!"
Zhang Weixian took the paper, summoned a personal guard to whisper a few words, and then looked at Cao Bianjiao: "Let's go, you go teach the generals in the warrior camp, and we will also go and listen, and we will learn by the way!"
Half a quarter of an hour later, excluding the two thousand households guarding the gold mine, the remaining warriors battalion No. 50 and No. 60, deputy 100 households and above, gathered together.
Looking at the serious faces of their commanders, and then looking at Yuan Keli, British Duke and several generals from Shanhaiguan sitting on the side, everyone's faces became serious and their fighting spirit surged.
Lin Yi from Qianhu of Hubao Camp took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Commander, where is it that we need to attack? Is it the Japanese pirates on the southeast coast? Or did Tulu Baihu regret it after returning to the grassland?
You give the order, and the general will surely twist off Tulubaihu's head! "
"Lord Commander, our Flying Bear Battalion will take the lead in this mission!"
"Lord Commander, please give the order. Even if the front is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, the general and the others can still go back and forth a few times!"
…
"Quiet!"
"What's going on?"
After listening to the words of several Qianhu, Cao Bianjiao looked a little embarrassed and scolded him in a low voice.
Those who can enter the warrior camp are all masters. After a few months of training, they all become war madmen. They feel uncomfortable unless they fight a few battles a day.
"His Majesty has written a new military song. He will teach it to our Warrior Battalion first, and then you can teach it to other guardsmen!"
"I will sing it once first, and then you will learn it line by line!"
When the generals heard that the song was taught to them or written by His Majesty, the excitement that had just subsided surged again. The appearance of the Ming Man's war song made the boring training more interesting.
"It's a fine morning..."
As the song sang together, all the generals knew that it was definitely written by His Majesty, and it was exactly the same as the two previous songs.
Listening to Cao Bianjiao's rough singing, Yuan Keli and others on the side instantly sat upright and listened attentively.
Two quarters of an hour later, people 50 and 60 learned the song.
After a while, Cao Bianjiao clapped his hands and said, "I'll start with the beginning and let's all sing together. It's a sunny morning. Get ready and sing..."
General No. 50 or 60 sang at the top of his lungs. The sound echoed and circled in the courtyard, and then spread outside.
The somewhat weird tune just now became harmonious in an instant as dozens of people sang in chorus, becoming even more majestic and majestic.
Military songs are so magical. It's a bit strange to sing them alone. But once they're in chorus, they're really invincible.
Everyone listening was excited and their fighting spirit was high.
Yuan Keli, Zhang Weixian and others on the side also stood up unknowingly and sang along.
As the song spread, the sergeants patrolling the surrounding areas were first puzzled, then stunned, and finally slowed down to listen, holding their weapons harder with their hands full of smiles.
The households took the newly printed lyrics back to their respective households, and then bursts of singing, mixed with bursts of curses, rang out in the camp where the warrior camp was located.
"Aren't you fucking full? Make your voice louder!"
"Listen to the noise next door. The vendors walking down the street are louder than you!"
"Today I couldn't suppress the sound and momentum of the people next door, so I went to carry the weight for thirty miles at night."
…
They are all from the damn warrior camp, and they are all arrogant masters. They cannot lose in marching and fighting, let alone singing, not to mention that it was written by His Majesty himself.
An hour later, songs rang out from all the campsites in Shanhaiguan, one after another, and then slowly condensed into one.
The voice of more than 100,000 soldiers shouting at the top of their lungs rushed into the sky, exploded in the clouds, and then spread to the surrounding areas, echoing in the mountains and making a rumbling sound.
The farmers who were busy farming in the fields, the caravans walking on the official road, the vendors doing business on the streets, and the common people all stopped invariably and looked at the military camp.
