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Watching the soldiers knelt down on one knee to Wu Zheng, "I wish to serve the Lord!"

This unanimous oath made Wu Zheng and Chen Sheng look at each other in surprise.

There was a strange feeling rippling in the hearts of the two.

They all strongly realized that the pieced together team in front of them had already become elite after this fire forging.

Not only that, everyone among the 587 men has a desire for victory.

He has the resentment towards the Tartars and the courage to fight but not fear death.

Because it has a soul, it is not, to be precise, it should be called a military soul.

A soul-willed army is immortal! Immortal!

....

When the good news reached Shaoxing Prefecture.

Zhu Yihai, with officials who were willing to follow him, had left and went to the dock.

Those who stayed behind were shocked, no one believed in this good news.

Zhang Guowei doesn't believe it.

Qian Sule doesn't believe it.

Even Zhang Huangyan didn't believe it.

More than a thousand infantrymen wiped out one thousand Tartar cavalry with less than 600 casualties?

After the Qing army advanced south, the Ming Dynasty had not won many victories.

In the battles that can be counted by fingers, which one is not one or two times higher than the Tartars?

This is not a victory, it is a miracle!

But will a miracle still appear on the Ming Dynasty?

Unlike Zhang Guowei and others, Zhu Moe burst into tears as soon as he heard the good news.

She believes it!

Even if the news of the good news said that Wu Zheng led his army to cross the Qiantang River, she believed it!

Trust is a feeling.

Conditional trust is not called trust, but obedience.

Unconditional trust is true trust, also known as blind obedience.

Blind reign is not a derogatory term, it is a neutral word.

In a derogatory sense, it can be interpreted as foolish loyalty.

From a positive point of view, it can be interpreted as sustenance.

Zhu Ma is not blindly following Wu Zheng, and it is even more impossible for him to be foolish and loyal.

That is only the sustenance of the soul.

She trusts the warriors in this world who have turned the tide.

She trusts the Ming people to defeat the Tartars in the end.

She believed that the Ming Dynasty could be reborn from the ashes.

If even this trace of trust is gone, Zhu Mai doesn't know why she still wants to live.

It’s better to die than to live.

....

When he heard the news of the good news, Zhu Yihai was boarding the ship.

After listening to the good news, Zhu Yihai's face was very complicated.

It is so complicated that it may be described as changing rapidly.

The faces of the officials who boarded the ship were also very complicated.

But they immediately used the most vicious words to attack Wu Zheng.

"Lie."

"Yes, it must be a lie."

"The mouth is hairless and the work is not solid."

"Can't it be a killing of good deeds?"

"How could this happen? Anyone who has never brought soldiers knows that this is impossible."

"Your Highness, you should punish Wu Zheng for lying about military information."

"Yes, this trend must not last long. Not only should we punish Wu Zheng for lying, but we should also be in charge of the Wu family to be respectful and follow the emperor."

When the crowd was in full swing, a voice said softly: "But if it is true, will Your Highness still turn in?"

This sound is very light.

It may be so light that you can't hear it face to face.

But as soon as this sound came out, all the sound stopped, and the entire dock and bow were silent.

All the storm is nothing tolerant of a drop of real coldness.

All eyes were looking at Zhu Yihai, as if only Zhu Yihai's prestige could confirm their speculation.

Zhu Yihai really doesn’t believe it, he really doesn’t want to believe it.

He was angry, angry why he didn't wait any longer. When the good news came, he said loudly to the triumphal soldiers, "I am with you!"

Why don't these officials find a way for themselves?

He was even angry about why Wu Zheng wanted to win this battle so that he could not get out of Taiwan.

Zhu Yihai stood awkwardly in the middle of the boat pedal, neither above nor below.

The officials stared at Zhu Yihai in a daze. It was neither right to advance nor retreat.

At this time, a messenger came in a hurry.

"Report... to the Superintendent, and at the order of Liao Qianhu, he reported to His Highness that the Lianghu Pacific has sent ten carts of Tartars to the gate of the palace. Liao Qianhu asked His Highness for instructions, what should we do?"

Everyone's face suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

Especially the officials who had just attacked Wu Zheng with words, they lowered their heads so much that they could no longer be lowered.

Zhu Yihai looked up at the sky for a long time.

He was not thinking about how to deal with the Tartars.

He was waiting for someone to set up a ladder for him and get down with a decent look.

But no one set up this ladder for him.

Zhu Yihai sighed in his heart that these miserable people in front of him were really inferior to those of Zhang Guowei and other old ministers.

Zhu Yihai finally had a shy face and spit out two words, saying, "Go back home."

....

The news of victory spread very quickly.

It takes only seven or eighty miles to Shaoxing Prefecture from Shining Town.

The old men and women in the village along the way, the older girls and wives rushed out, and used the already tight food and fruits in the family to reward the warriors who had not yet passed away from their grief.

The warm and sincere hearts of the people washed away the grief in the hearts of the soldiers.

An old man with white hair and white beard was supported by his fellow villagers and stood on a "high platform" built by several upside-down bamboo roe. He recited his hand in his hoarse and old voice. I don't know which scholar wrote the parallel prose written by a failed scholar.

Anyway, Wu Zheng couldn't understand.

The big and thick men behind him must not understand.

But this does not prevent the soldiers from feeling this glory with all their hearts.

Although simple and rough, it is, sincere.

Wu Zheng knew the meaning of these eight words, but he had never tasted it.

Today I really experienced it.

An old man who was just over 60 years old pulled everyone in the marching team and asked, "Young man is married. The old man has two unmarried granddaughters in his family. I hope you can make your wife."

The soldiers were all smiling and shaking their heads, and no one stopped.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I don’t dare.

Even the more than thirty thirty bots under Zhou Dahu were shook their heads.
To be continued...