"Report to Mr. Ge, Your Majesty is less than ten miles away from Deshengmen!"
"Explore again!"
"Report to Mr. Ge, the northern army is less than five miles away from Desheng Gate!"
"Explore again!"
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In front of the city gate, Sun Chengzong led hundreds of civil and military officials of seventh rank and above in Beijing to stand on both sides of Desheng Gate, with horses galloping back and forth to inquire for news.
On the city wall, dragon flags fluttered in the wind. A sergeant wearing armor stood at the crenellation like a sculpture, matching the fluttering dragon flags under the sunlight.
The official road outside Deshengmen is different from other cities. It is not made of loess, but is paved with bluestone slabs. The official road is thirty meters wide.
This was specially ordered by the emperor to be built after the overthrow of Chahar Lindan Khan. It was said that it was an imperial capital and it had to look like an imperial capital.
Every three meters on both sides stood a sergeant holding a spear, and behind him was a sergeant with his left hand on a light knife on his waist and his right hand on his waist, staring at the people behind, forming a mountain of guns and knives.
Bang...bang...
While waiting, there was the faint sound of thumping, neat footsteps and singing in the distance. Everyone was suddenly shaken and stretched their necks even longer.
Liu Zongzhou, the Minister of Rites, listened for a few breaths, his eyes full of doubts, and whispered: "Mr. Sun Ge, this song seems to be the military song of the Ming Dynasty!"
"It seems like, just wait!"
Sun Chengzong shook his head slightly, although his eyes were full of doubts.
The people were all curious, but they did not dare to make the slightest move, for fear of attracting suppression from the soldiers at the front.
But their eyes were full of excitement.
Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the army was less than three miles away from the city of Beijing, and the emperor's nine-curved yellow umbrella could already be vaguely seen.
At this moment, the military song of the Ming Dynasty was clearly audible.
Seeing Luan Jia getting closer and closer, Sun Chengzong shouted: "Play music!"
Liu Zongzhou, the Minister of Rites, personally waved the flag. Eighty-eight men on the city wall held the bottom of the horn in their left hand and placed it on their chests. They held the body of the horn in their right hand, puffed up their cheeks, and blew hard.
Buzz... The majestic and powerful sound of blowing gold sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly became serious.
All the civil and military officials had serious faces and stared straight ahead at the official road.
"Your Majesty, Sun Chengzong, led all the officials in the capital to welcome His Majesty Luan back to the capital. I congratulate the Northern Army for destroying the slave-building coalition, regaining Liaodong and Mongolia, and opening up Korea. Long live my emperor!"
After Sun Chengzong finished speaking loudly, he knelt down.
Although he tried his best to maintain a serious look, the smile on his lips could not be concealed.
All the officials behind him also knelt down and shouted loudly, "Long live, long live, long live my emperor!"
Then the people on both sides who were watching the excitement knelt down and chanted, and everyone's face was full of fanaticism.
The sound came one wave after another, each wave getting louder than the last.
The sound was so strong that the hanging flags vibrated slightly.
"My dear friends, no courtesy!"
Chongzhen came out of the chariot and held up his right hand. The ministers kowtowed again and stood up.
Then Chongzhen turned around and looked at the crowd of people kneeling on the ground in darkness, and shouted with all his strength: "Fellows, please forgive me!"
Amidst the cheers of thanking His Majesty, the kneeling people slowly stood up. Looking at the figure of the emperor standing on the carriage, everyone's scalp was numb and their faces were flushed.
As the saying goes: when the whip cracks and the sound of gold is heard, it is better to talk, laugh and sing triumphant songs, nothing else is like this.
Looking at the excited people, Chongzhen shouted: "On April 18, the third year of Chongzhen, I led an army of 100,000 troops from the north to leave Beijing, pass through Shanhaiguan to Ningyuan, and join the other tribes.
After several battles, more than 430,000 Jiannu coalition troops were annihilated. Fusang and the Jiannu army were completely wiped out. Huang Taiji and all high-ranking generals were all captured alive.
I have already issued an edict to clean up the caves of Jiannu. I believe that it will not take long before Jiannu will clean up all the caves.
From now on, I can responsibly tell you that the slave establishment that brought disaster to the Ming Dynasty for nearly fifty years has been completely destroyed.
Liaodong returned to the Ming Dynasty, Eastern Mongolia surrendered, and there was no more war in the northeast of the Ming Dynasty.
In addition, the Korean royal family was completely slaughtered by the slave-building coalition, and even the civil servants and generals were wiped out. They knew that they were unable to resist Fusang's revenge, so they voluntarily joined the Ming Dynasty, and our Ming Dynasty added another territory.
Soldiers and fellow villagers, cheer as much as you like and remember this moment in history! "
quiet!
Extremely quiet!
Then loud cheers rang out.
The soldiers beat their armor with their weapons, and the common people waved their hands and jumped.
"Although I have already learned about the demise of Jiannu through the Ming Dynasty Daily, I am still very excited to hear it from His Majesty's own words today!"
"Yes, I thought I would never see the destruction of Jiannu in this lifetime, but I didn't expect that it would be completed in more than three years after Your Majesty ascended the throne. It's like a dream!"
"His Majesty has been on the throne for more than three years and has accomplished things that none of the previous three emperors could do. He is so wise and powerful!"
"The emperor is still so young and will be in charge for decades to come. Our good days are coming!"
"I regret it. When His Majesty reorganized the army and recruited people for the Twenty-Six Guards, I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect... Hey, if I didn't hesitate back then, I might not be able to do it now..."
"Maybe the grass on your grave is already one meter high!"
"Yes, you don't even take a pee to take a look at yourself. With your hesitant character, even if you can survive a day on the battlefield, the enemy will be blinded!"
"The tribes surrendered, the lost territory was recovered, and the territory was expanded. All three were accomplished at the same time. Such great achievements were unmatched by anyone in the entire Ming Dynasty except Taizu!"
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After a while, the cheers and discussions slowly died down, and the eyes were focused on Chongzhen again.
Chongzhen looked at the tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians: "I know that you are here not only to celebrate the achievements of the Beidou army, but also to see Huang Taiji.
But now I want to take him to the Ancestral Temple to sacrifice prisoners. When the prisoner sacrifice is over, I will let people take him to parade. You can take a good look at it then! "
"My fellow soldiers, I still want to sacrifice prisoners to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Please rest outside the city. When I am done with my work, I will get drunk with you before resting!"
"Long live your Majesty!"
"Long live your Majesty!"
"Long live your Majesty!"
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Cheers rang out again, the emperor who responded to requests must be a good emperor... Hahaha!
"Chanjiao, let the warrior battalion rest first, and disperse to be on duty thirty miles away from Beijing during the dinner!"
"I obey the decree!"
After the arrangements were made, Chongzhen's Luan Jia started up again, entered Deshengmen, and went straight to the Ancestral Temple.
After a trivial process, the prisoner presentation ceremony ended, and the prisoner was presented to a nominal Great Khan and King of the country. This can be regarded as the highest status prisoner presented to the Imperial Ancestral Temple in the past dynasties.
In the Hall of Enjoyment, smoke filled the air and candlelight danced.
The tablets of fifteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty emerged in the smoke.
Chongzhen picked up three pillars of incense and lit them, placed them towards the fifteen tablets, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then sat down on the bright yellow futon used for kneeling.
