Suddenly there was a buzz outside.

Xun's heart jumped and hurriedly said to Saihazhi: "Go and see if the Tatars are coming to steal the camp."

Saihazhi was also shocked.

Damn, I just came out of the prosperous capital and encountered a stolen camp. This was a dying rhythm. I hurried out and opened the curtain after a moment, with a happy face, "Just just now, there was news from the Central Army camp that I will go to the Queen of Heaven tomorrow, and all the soldiers are cheering."

dusk:"……"

So fast.

Can Zhu Zhanji achieve immediate results?

He is indeed Zhu Di’s favorite grandson.

In the central army's tent, Zhu Di stood aside, looking at the little boy lying on his chair and sleeping, his face full of happiness - this is called a divorce from another generation.

The child was tired all the way and was drowsy when he was talking to him just now.

It's also a embarrassment to him.

As soon as he turned six, he ran thousands of miles from Yingtian to outside the pass.

Why did Zhu Zhanji come?

Of course, it was not what the boss said in the big words that he came to learn marching and fighting. Although this child liked the army, he would not have to start walking on the battlefield a few times at the age of six.

The boss's intention to send Zhu Zhanji was very obvious. He asked himself to think about Zhu Zhanji's safety and not fight outside the pass for too long - Zhu Di understood the meaning here, and he was very clear.

Before coming to the north, Zhu Di knew very well what the Ming Dynasty treasury looked like.

Suppressing the rebellion and expedition to the West, spending money every day.

The boss was forced to no avail, and even used such helpless advice. There was only one possibility: the treasury really couldn't hold on anymore, and it would collapse if it fought again.

So Zhu Di simply made a move.

One is the appearance of Zhu Zhanji. Moreover, when fighting against the Tatars these days, it was a headache for the Tatars' cavalry. They may not be able to fight hard. They finally made a surprise plan to gain the upper hand. When the Tatars saw that they were at a disadvantage, they turned their horses and ran away, but the Ming army could not catch up.

He is so full of hair but no flesh.

Let go first.

After a few years of rest and recuperation, the four barbarians will stabilize the country and the people will be strong. Then come to the northern part of the Mobei region. At that time, you will have to beat Alutai to death and let you take advantage of the troubled waters and take advantage of the troubled waters. How can you not pay the price?

When the Ming soldiers who had fought for several months heard that they were going to be in charge of the army, how could they not be happy?

The military merits that should be made have been made.

It’s better to have a breakfast training session. In the current situation, the Tatars don’t have the courage to go south again. With the intimidation of His Majesty Yongle, the border should be safe in the past twenty years.

As a serious teacher, you still have to sacrifice to heaven and comfort the sacrificed soldiers.

Of course, if you retreat after losing a battle, you will not have this free time.

So the Central Army camp was running rapidly, preparing for all matters to sacrifice to the sky tomorrow. Other camp tents remained defensive and released a large number of scouts. When they were going home, they could not let the Tatars make trouble.

Dusk and Saihazi lay in the tent, chatting and fucking.

What to say...

Saihazhi was around and around, but was pulled back to the twelve demons by Dusk. Dusk was really in agitation. How could I say that I really had an obsession with the beauties of the Western Regions.

I always feel that it should be a beauties like Dilraba and Gulinaza.

Of course, dusk is more cautious.

Ask Saihazhi, "How did you get these twelve demons? Don't tell me that it was purchased from the people by your family in the Western Regions. I can still believe one or two, these are twelve."

Sai Hazhi looked at him disdainfully, "Brother, are you afraid that the romantic woman you bought for you?"

Dusk chuckled.

Everyone is tacitly informed.

If you bought a fallen girl, it would be very unhappy.

There shouldn’t be too many such women on Yingtian’s Fengyue Floor…but they are just women from the Western Regions.

But there are also ladies from Jiangnan.

There are both interesting bodies and interesting souls.

Sai Hazhi laughed, "Don't worry, these women are all good women who sell themselves for various reasons. There are one or two of them who are indeed from bad backgrounds, but they are all selling their skills but not theirs. This is something that my brother can guarantee."

At dusk, he said noon, "Where is this?"

Saihazhi lowered his voice, "This is a crime in her family, and she should have been in charge. My elders saved her and acted as a slave. When I went back, I looked pretty and had learned the Ming Dynasty's official language, so I brought her back. This is a rouge horse. Although she is well-behaved and smart now, she is also a nobleman in the Western Regions. Do you believe it or not? Brother, I am a little careless, and she dares to stab me to death with a dagger."

He said happily: "Don't think about this, mine."

I immediately sat down at dusk, "Hey, what else do we say about yours and mine? You see, I'm injured and it's quite inconvenient to not take care of a woman. Brother, do you bear it?"

Saihazhi immediately said, "Why can't you bear it anymore? You have a lot of tolerance."

Dusk rolled his eyes.

On the second day, the three armies gathered. In addition to the scouts who had been scattered for dozens of miles, all the soldiers lined up around the sacrificial platform built. Zhu Di wore a crown robes and led Zhu Zhanji to slowly take the stage.

Generally speaking, only the emperor and the ritual officials will take the stage.

Zhu Zhanji is not qualified.

But Zhu Di still held his hand, which shows how much Zhu Di liked Zhu Zhanji.

No matter how much the butterfly flapped its wings at dusk, it had not affected the status of the emperor Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Di cleans his hands and burns incense.

Under the sacrifice platform, a large area of ​​darkness was kneeling.

The ritual officer came to the stage.

Generally speaking, this ritual official is a civil servant, and he must have talented people or corresponding official positions. However, Zhu Di came to the north this time and brought not many civil servants, such as Yao Guangxiao, were left in Shuntian Prefecture, so this ritual official was selected and selected to dusk.

There was no refusal to dusk.

It’s not an important thing, it’s just reading the sacrificial text. Someone has already written it. Go up and read the script by yourself, add some emotions to exaggerate it to achieve brainwashing.

So he lame himself on the stage.

He spread the tribute in his hand and said loudly: "In the summer of the second year of Weiyongle, on April 26, Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di, was dedicated to the sacrifice of the rituals and enjoyed the affairs of the former king's death. The generals of the Ming Dynasty said that in this battle, the battle was conquered by the barbarians, because they coveted the heavy weapons of the Ming Dynasty. Even if they were bullied the demons, they were robbed to promote evil and robbed wolves and showed chaos. I followed the decree of heaven and asked for guilt and made great efforts to get rid of the enemy. They all eliminated the enemy army, gathered the powerful troops, and the crazy enemy was gone. Only then did they hear the sound of breaking bamboo. They lost the power of the apes. The gentry and the sons were all heroes of the nine provinces and bureaucratic generals, all of whom were heroes from all over the world. You may be caught by the arrows..."

When I came to this, dusk was still an emotional machine.

Anyway, these words are all official words that Zhu Di gave him his own face, which is particularly boring.

This was his first time to come into contact with the Astronomy of Ban Shi. In fact, he never knew about the articles about the Sacrifice of the Heaven. Not to mention the Taishan Fengshan, he never knew about it.

But the next sentence, Dusk couldn't help but pause.

The sound was louder at dusk.

As you think about it, the feelings became full, and finally he spoke generously, wishing to roar to the sky, "You may be in the trap of the water, the soul is hidden in the spring, or the sword is injured, the soul returns to the long night, and the life is brave, and the death is famous. Now you are singing to return, and you are in peace. You are still here, and you will be praying to hear it. Follow my banners and chase our corps, and return to the country together. Each recognizes your hometown, receives the steamed flesh and blood, and leads the sacrifices of your family. Don't be a ghost in a foreign land, but only a soul in a foreign land. I should express my merits and sends you all to the ancestral temple. You all have all the kindness and dews, give your family clothes and food in the year, and give them food in the month, and give them the graves and salaries in the month, so I will repay you to comfort your heart. The living is so powerful that the dead will return to the king. I will express my sincerity and respect the sacrifices. Alas~"

After the words came, the three armies knelt down and called each other long live.

Sound shakes the field.

The mood in the dusk was also turbulent and it took a long time to slowly move forward and put the sacrificial text on the altar.

He didn't even notice it himself, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Zhu Di sighed.

He stood up, took Zhu Zhanji's hand, came to the prepared altar, and asked Zhu Zhanji to grab a handful of soybeans from the wooden basin on the stage, and sprinkled them down.

He shouted to many soldiers: "Go home!"

Ten thousand people responded.

The sound of going home follows the wind of the grassland and passes through every corner of the wilderness.

The sun is shining.

go home……

What a beautiful word.

Zhu Di took Zhu Zhanji, followed Ji Gang, Zhuang Jing, Qiu Fu and others, and turned over to horses, leading the army to the rear of the cavalry, and finally the scouts who slowly retreated...

At dusk, there was a wound, he was bigger than Zhu Di's airs and was riding in a carriage.

I don’t know who it was, but I sang the war song softly.

"The wolf smoke rises, the country looks north, the dragon rises and the horses are neighing, the sword energy is like frost..."

One call and a hundred responses.

In an instant, a chorus of tens of thousands of people rang out on the vast grassland, "The horse's hooves went south and people looked north, and the grass was green and yellow dust was flying. I am willing to defend my territory and open the border again..."

Tens of thousands of children vent their whole heart with the joy of going home.

The sound spreads continuously.
To be continued...