On the side mountain of the Imperial Military Academy, a huge monument was erected.

But the huge monument is covered with red silk, making it difficult to see what is going on inside.

Below the monument is a nearly one person's height, three people hugging each other, and a huge three-legged nine-round Panlong bronze tripod.

In front of the bronze tripod is Emperor Hongzhi, wearing a gilded Panlong Empire armor and a scarlet dragon cloak, pressing his hands on the emperor with a solemn face.

Today, Emperor Hongzhi got up early, sorted out his appearance and carefully changed into this set of marshal's armor sent by the military headquarters.

Queen Zhang, who was a little clumsy but still insisted on helping him put on this armor, kept praising her with little stars in her eyes.

He said that His Majesty was as brave as the Grandpa when he put on this armor. He also put the Emperor's Sword presented by Xiao Jing to Emperor Hongzhi.

Today's Emperor Hongzhi did indeed wipe out the elegant and gentle person he had in the past, and he looked solemn and heroic.

He has a long beard, a sharp eyebrows, a planned diet and exercise, and his spirit has improved a lot.

Standing under that huge monument, Emperor Hongzhi was as tall as pine and cypress!

The scarlet cloak behind him was suddenly blown by the strong wind and floated up! The sound of the rushing sounds...

Under the steps in front of him were the British Duke, Baoguo Duke, Chengguo Duke... and other military leaders.

Emperor Hongzhi looked up at the voice of the cemetery, and below the distant cemetery was Yuchihu, Xiong Lieshan and others leading the team.

He wears the same new armor, and the jade dragon and tiger are more special.

His emblems are in the shape of a tiger, and they are also recovered by craftsmen based on the battlefield damage armor.

A new type of armor was remodeled according to the traces generated on the armor, a black gold seal with a water background.

Behind them were more than 200 surviving martial arts disciples, who stood solemnly in uniform armor.

The square formation was not at all confused, nor did it sound at all.

They pressed their swords with their hands and stared at the savages who were ready to roar at any time.

Emperor Hongzhi looked further back and saw more than 20,000 new troops standing outside the cemetery.

They were wearing armor and holding spears in their hands and were silent under the scorching sun.

Only the fierce gust of wind blew the flag of the "Royal Defense Force of the Ming Empire" embroidered with golden letters and red backgrounds in front of their team.

More than 20,000 soldiers stood in arrays under the scorching sun in armor.

The square formation was not at all confused, without any sound, all of them looked at Emperor Hongzhi under the monument.

For a moment, Emperor Hongzhi felt that "a real man should be born like this."

In a man's life, the emperor's honor is nothing more than this?! Thousands of troops die under the steps, and a command will cause a huge wave of blood!!

"Stop!" Pressing his excitement, Emperor Hongzhi said in a deep voice to the old Duke Zhang at the steps.

But Zhang Mao, wearing a black-bottomed, gold four-clawed relief python pattern auspicious cloud, with pine leaves as the base on both sides of the breastplate, and three gorgeous golden armor embedded in it, slowly stood up.

He was covered in armor and responded loudly at Emperor Hongzhi's solemn punch, glaring at the chest, "Zhun! Marshal's Order!!"

"The marshal has an order, and the ceremony begins!"

Turning around, the thick jujube on the vast surface of the old Duke Zhang, all the beards were wide open, and the sound was like thunder thunder!

"The marshal has an order, and the ceremony begins!" The three armies below the steps roared loudly.

The roar of thunder seemed to have caused the gale of the wind to be cut off for a moment...

"Click~!Click~!" A sound of taps came, and the martial artists lined up at the foot of the mausoleum slowly let go.

But behind them were huge red paint and dragon-headed board stands. They looked at each other solemnly for a while.

Then, he lifted the board stand at the same time, put it on his shoulder and raised his head forward.

Under the leadership of Mr. Zhang, Xiong Lieshan and others, he slowly walked to the tomb.

In the solemnity, a mount with a dragon's head carved with red gold seals was carried to this cemetery.

"Please~Loyal and Martyred Family!!"

The voice of Mr. Zhang rang out again, and the troops outside the cemetery slowly made a passage from the middle like a tide.

But they were not confused, they just stepped sideways and slightly retreated to give way out.

Groups of people wearing mourning clothes and silenced faces walked up to the tomb under the guidance of Chen Tong.

Many of them have arrived in the capital for a while.

When the news of death in battle was transmitted to their homes with the messenger, another news came.

If they are willing to let the heroes be buried in the capital, then His Majesty and the Empire will give them a state funeral ceremony presided over by His Majesty himself.

If they want the heroes to return to the clan, they need to write a letter for the messenger to bring it back.

Then the Empire will bring back the ashes, relics, and rewards of the heroes next time.

Even fools know how these families will choose.

Those who go to the martial arts exam basically have some family resources and have a certain desire for fame and fortune. They also know the dangers of making achievements.

Now the child is gone, but the merits are there!

The state funeral ceremony presided over by His Majesty the Emperor himself, can a few people enjoy this glory?!

Without any hesitation, everyone came to the capital with the messenger.

At that time, the military headquarters was still under construction, and the one responsible for settling them was Duke Zhang.

The family members were led to the tombs that the Construction Department had already dug, and their names were neatly written on the tombstones polished from the marble.

The small stone tablet next to it describes their life, hometown, combat situation, and eventual death on the battlefield.

"Get up~~!" A long shout, and the urns were gently and solemnly picked up.

The martial artists wearing armor slowly walked to the back of the tombstone, where there was a cement stone coffin.

The relatives who are the masters are led forward and let them take their relatives to their last journey...

"My son~!" A heart-wrenching cry suddenly exploded, which seemed to open the sad valve.

In an instant, the cries in the cemetery were shaking, and countless heart-wrenching cries resounded.

Emperor Hongzhi, who was under the monument, suddenly lost his ambitions before. What he saw now was a bloody fact.

War will cause sacrifice.

With his own command, countless people sacrificed their lives, but... they are all human beings! They all have parents, wives and children!!

Any magnificent record is accumulated with blood and life...

"One general succeeds and thousands of bones are blew away..." Emperor Hongzhi looked at the crying heart-wrenching people, and the heroic relatives who were almost fainting slowly exhaled.

In one word, hundreds of thousands of people will be determined by the life and death of millions!
Chapter completed!