After all the cavalrymen passed the viewing platform, the Jizhen infantry then also walked to the west side of the viewing platform. The emperor and his ministers had been dazzled by several changes in the formation of the cavalry army. When they raised their heads and looked to the west, they saw a forest of spears approaching.
Not to mention the uniformity and majesty of the military, just looking at the faces of Ji Zhen soldiers wearing red clothes and black armor is frightening. The soldiers pursed their lips one by one, with no expression on their black and red faces, and their eyes were dull, like dead people. Thousands of people gathered together, with murderous intent rising into the sky!
Behind the emperor, Tan Lun saw the appearance of Qi's army and murmured in a low voice: "One person must die, but ten people cannot bear it; ten people must die, but one hundred people cannot bear it; one hundred people must die, but one thousand people cannot bear it, one thousand people must die, ten thousand people must die, and ten thousand people must die" , are running rampant across the world! This is an army that will survive a hundred battles and will die!" Lu Shusheng, the Minister of Rites next to him, had sweaty palms and was speechless, unable to speak.
At this time, Ji Zhenbing stepped on the solid ground of the campus with neat steps, and a light yellow dust mist rose. Along with the sound of the golden drums of the Chinese army, the heavy steps of hooting, hooting, hooting were like the low roar of a giant dragon, so powerful that it could not be controlled. It touches the hearts of all those who watch it, making people's blood rush.
A shrill trumpet sounded from the Chinese army, and the whole army shouted! ha! Two shouts. The formation immediately changed. There were twelve people in a team, scattered into plum blossoms. Looking from the top of the viewing platform, they were scattered but not chaotic, still neat and orderly.
Tan Lun had come to his senses at this time and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this is the mandarin duck formation that Qi Jiguang developed by carrying forward Tang Shunzhi's military tactics. There are no wolves, shields, or long and short soldiers at this time. Your Majesty can just observe its rough outline." Zhu Yijun nodded.
There was another trumpet blast, and there were two loud roars, and the whole army turned into two horizontal lines in the front, with the spearmen in front and the cannon soldiers in the back; and the two columns in the back, with the spearmen outside and the cannon soldiers in the middle. Qi Jiguang's army held various banners, including a golden drum queue sandwiched between two rows of columns, and the whole army walked to the bottom of the viewing platform.
Tan Lun further explained: "This is the three-talent formation trained by Qi Jiguang. It can best display the power of firearms. Because of the military parade, it can only show its simplicity." Zhu Yijun nodded again.
The infantry marched forward in formation, listened to the sound of the big drum, and pointed their spears and blunderbuss upwards, tilted their heads to pay attention to the emperor, and shouted three times "long live the mountain".
Unlike the cavalry, although these three long-lived shouts were high-pitched, there was no crackling sound mixed with excitement. It's like the roar of a wild beast that wants to choose people and devour them, which makes people panic. Zhu Yijun smiled and waved.
Captured by the military power, many people on the auditorium watched with bated breath. When the infantry passed the viewing platform, they breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, there was a sound of gold and drums from the Jizhen soldiers, and the infantry turned into sixteen columns. They followed the cavalry and ran around to the rear of the Beijing camp, and then went back to the west to line up.
...
Yang Bing, who was standing in front of the capital camp, felt as if his heart was being clenched, and his body was half cold and half hot, as if he was in a state of shock. Although he was riding on a horse, his legs were so weak that they seemed not to be his own, unable to hold the saddle at all.
Zhu Shitai, who had just returned from Nanjing, also came to the military parade with the emperor this time, standing at the left rear of the emperor with the British Duke and others. At this time, seeing the majestic military appearance of Jizhen, his heart was beating hard, and his back was covered in cold sweat of fear. He thought to himself: "This is worth one hundred thousand flowers!"
Hu Ke, who was inexplicably called by Ge Shouli to accompany the audience, was not qualified to stand on the viewing platform. At this time, people came out from the audience and kowtowed to Zhu Yijun on the platform: "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor." , China has such elite soldiers, there is no need to worry about the enemy!"
After hearing this, the important ministers on the stage thought to themselves: "Who is this? He is so unstable." Ge Shouli muttered in his heart, thinking that Zhang Juzheng had asked him to call Chen Hui. Could it be that Chen Hui was the troll he liked. This was for him. A chance for him to show up?
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Ge Shouli was not slow with his hands, feet, and mouth. He followed Chen Yu's words and saluted with all the officials on and off the stage, and praised him with his mouth. Zhu Yijun laughed loudly with a joyful expression.
...
After the Jizhen elite troops finished marching, three more cannon blasts were fired from the viewing platform, indicating the start of the march of the Beijing camp troops.
Yang Bing was a little lucky at first, thinking that Qi Jiguang would betray him and let him go, intending to make up for it. At this time, seeing the power of the Qi family's army, he felt confused and comforted himself: "I can only rely on Zhang Juzheng to calm his cheeks." He became brave and turned his horse's head back to the central army.
The Chinese army fired a trumpet and raised the Yang-character flag. With the sound of a big drum, the troops in the Beijing camp stamped their feet, but they were uneven and sloppy. All the viewers immediately noticed the difference, with mysterious smiles on their faces. Only Zhu Yijun, Zhang Juzheng and Xungui looked ugly, as if they could scrape off frost.
Yang Bing was in the central army. When he saw the panic on the faces of the soldiers around him, his heart was pounding wildly. He knew that the Jing camp had been overpowered by Ji Zhen soldiers. If they are all pulled out, I am afraid that if they are disrupted in one place, it will surely affect the whole army, and then something big will happen.
As for whether he could get away with it through luck, Yang Bing has completely given up on luck. After practicing for nearly a month, there are still many soldiers in the Beijing camp who can't tell the difference between their left and right feet. It will be absolutely impossible to stop chaos when the time comes. I bit the bullet and thought to myself, I could only use the second plan. Instructions were given to raise eight flags, and another red flag was waved.
Several other leaders of the Beijing camp saw Yang Bing raising a red flag and knew that he would adopt the second plan. He ordered the large troops to stand still, and the left and right cavalry of the Beijing camp came out with 500 troops from each side. The total of 1,000 cavalry troops also formed eight columns.
There was a low coax on the viewing platform, and the important ministers whispered among themselves. Zhang Han, the Minister of Civil Affairs, asked Tan Lundao: "Why isn't the whole camp marching? Isn't there a review of the Beijing camp today?"
Tan Lun smiled bitterly and said: "During the previous discussion, Uncle Zhangwu told the Ministry of War that the two armies were reviewing for comparison. It would be unfair to the Beijing camp to use elite soldiers for the entire battalion, so I asked for permission to allow him to have three thousand troops when he went out. Elite soldiers."
Wang Xilie listened from behind and went out to report: "If the two armies are facing each other, can they compare like this? Your Majesty, this is cowardice before fighting. - I ask the emperor to issue an order to let all the Beijing camp march in formation!"
Zhu Yijun sneered and didn't answer. Zhang Juzheng said next to him: "Master Wang, let's see how the so-called elite soldiers in the Beijing camp are doing." Seeing the emperor's serious expression, Wang Xilie's heart skipped a beat and he stopped talking.
When Yang Bing designed the second plan at that time, he placed all the elite horse and infantry soldiers on both sides of the army. At this time, it was relatively fast to form a new team.
But unexpectedly, it was not obvious when a small part of the cavalry went out. When the elite soldiers on both sides of the infantry walked out from both sides, the large group of infantry in the middle lost the pacesetters on both sides, and the team immediately became distorted.
The soldiers in the Beijing camp had been standing there for a long time and were very tired. Now that they saw that they did not have to join the march, they breathed a sigh of relief and could not help but switch the weight of their left and right feet, taking turns to rest. Some soldiers slowly twisted their bodies on the spot to rejuvenate their blood vessels; some brave ones, thinking that no one was watching, covered their mouths with their hands, stuffed a piece of snack into it, slowly moistened it with saliva and chewed it gently.
The military parade viewing platform was nine feet and nearly one foot above the ground. When everyone looked from top to bottom, they saw that the Beijing camp was like a slowly squirming soybean with red and black spots, which was a bit irritating to the eyes. Looking to the west and looking at the Ji Zhen soldiers who were already lined up, many ministers frowned.
