Finally, I came to Nanjing again.

However, after the fleet arrived in Nanjing, Zhu Guoqiang did not go directly to the city, but went straight to the Martyrs' Shrine.

After riding a horse and arriving at the Martyrs' Shrine, the first thing that catches your eye is the majestic main hall of the Zhongmartyers' Shrine. Its main structure is based on the Hanyuan Hall of the Tang Dynasty. There are two side halls on the left and right in front of the main hall.

The temple can even be said to be the largest palace building after the Song Dynasty, and its construction is far greater than the Huangji Palace in the capital. The reason is not technological progress, but because the huge wood shipped from Taiwan met the needs of building the main hall.

Of course, this is definitely "over the limit". If it were anyone else, Yan Guan would probably be scolded to death, but how many people dare to scold General Pinglu?

He said that other people can be invited to buy his name, but what about General Pinglu?

He will most likely die.

However, this Zhonglie Temple, built on a high platform of about 30 feet, has become famous all over the country for its majesty and majesty since its completion, and the word "Zhonglie" is also highly respected by people. It has even become the name of many businessmen who come to Nanjing.

, a place that scholars must visit. If we wait more than ten years, after the pines and cypresses in the park have grown up, the scenery here will definitely be more beautiful.

The entire Martyrs' Shrine is backed by green hills, advancing layer by layer, solemn and solemn. Inside it, Zhu Guoqiang was silent for a long time. When he climbed the stairs, he would cast his eyes to both sides. Both sides were lined with tombstones. White tombstones stood on the

In the snow, like rows of soldiers waiting for a general review, tens of thousands of Ming army soldiers who died in battle are buried here. They are buried here, beside Xiaoling Mausoleum.

Among them, there were even soldiers who died in the Pinglu Army in Liaodong, Korea and other places. They were also buried here. After they were killed, they were buried in the Martyrs' Shrine. This is the common wish of many soldiers, because this is an excellent Feng Shui treasure place. Even in many places,

In the eyes of the soldiers, being able to be buried here is an honor in itself.

"General, I have no plans. I only hope that when I die, I can be buried here and guard the mausoleum of the Emperor Gao together with other soldiers."

Meichun, who accompanied the general, had very special feelings for Xiaoling. After all, the Mei family had guarded Xiaoling for generations. It was an incomparable honor to be buried here!

"Um……"

Nodding silently, Zhu Guoqiang cast his gaze at the tombstone made of white granite in the snow, and then said softly.

"These fallen soldiers come from all over the world. They have never met each other. They are all different, but they all gave their lives to protect this country, and finally gathered at the Martyrs' Shrine..."

Zhu Guoqiang's words were not loud. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the original intention of building the Martyrs' Shrine. At the beginning, he did have the idea of ​​​​wanting to win people's hearts, but now, when looking at the neatly arranged tombstones, the trace of utilitarianism has disappeared.

They dispersed, leaving only admiration from the heart.

If it weren't for the sacrifice and dedication of these people, this country would definitely have fallen this year. They have supported this nation, and they deserve to enjoy the highest standards of sacrifice.

In the future, the emperor and empress of the Ming Dynasty must come here to pay homage every year... Don't worry, your achievements will never be obliterated, and the world will definitely remember your achievements.

While making this oath silently in his heart, after entering the main hall, Zhu Guoqiang looked at the tall tablet with the words "General Shrine of the Fallen Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty" written on it. Zhu Guoqiang looked at it solemnly for a moment. Just when he wanted to bow, his hand

He paused in his chest, pondered for a moment and then suddenly knelt down to worship.

"General..."

While Mei Chun and others were shocked, they also knelt down and worshiped on the ground.

No words or other expressions are needed. Just kneeling like this can express Zhu Guoqiang's attitude.

In front of these soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country, everyone should kneel down and be grateful for their sacrifice and dedication.

When leaving the Martyrs' Shrine, Zhu Guoqiang suddenly asked.

"You think, what will happen if someone forgets this Martyrs' Shrine one day?"

When everyone was speechless, Zhu Guoqiang said in a deep voice.

"To judge the character of a country, we must not only look at the kind of people it has cultivated, but also the kind of people its people choose to pay tribute to and remember. If one day, people forget these loyalty to the country

heroes, at that time, this country would cease to exist.”

As he spoke, Zhu Guoqiang thought of the "little fresh meat" that filled the screen in another world. People were chasing those "stars". How many people had gone to the Martyrs Cemetery to commemorate the past martyrs, and how many people had paid tribute to the martyrs.

A true hero's tribute?

Forget about waiting for betrayal.

Many people have forgotten and betrayed...

"General, actually..."

Reaching out his hand to stop others' words of comfort, Zhu Guoqiang said in a deep voice.

"In the future, sacrifices at the Martyrs' Shrine will be held in the same manner as the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Without the sacrifices of the soldiers, there would be no Ming Dynasty. In the future, some rules will have to be changed!"

After saying this, Zhu Guoqiang, who had already walked outside the temple, jumped on the horse, and then said again.

"Let's go into the city!"

…

The twentieth day of the first lunar month is undoubtedly an extremely important day for Nanjing. However, except for a few people, no one knows how important this day is. People just say that the God of Death is coming!

Of course, only a few officials would call him this, and they would do so in private. In terms of performance, they actively cooperated with the Pinglu general's activities to worship the Gao Emperor.

Different from the last "confession" at Xiaoling Mausoleum, this time it is a formal worship, so everything must be done according to the rules. For large-scale sacrificial activities, the Prime Minister of the Ministry of Rites plans, Taichang Temple implements them, and Guanglu Temple provides sacrificial utensils.

, Qin Tianjian selected the date of sacrifice, and the eunuch supervised the entire process.

However, everything needs to be kept simple in Nanjing. After all, the emperor is not in Nanjing, so the Prime Minister of the Ministry of Rites only needs to plan and choose the date for the sacrifice.

Some can be simplified, but some cannot.

For example, before a big sacrifice, you need to fast for seven days.

To put it bluntly, you can only eat vegetarian food, you can't drink alcohol, you can't entertain guests, and you can't have sex. This is generally the case. Although after Wanli, etiquette and music completely collapsed. But this rule of fasting for seven days must still be observed. After all,

The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs!

Although strictly speaking, Zhu Guoqiang cannot even work during the fast, but under the current situation, it is naturally impossible.

Two nights before the sacrifice, Zhu Guoqiang received information from the north.

Taiyuan fell!

After receiving this information, Zhu Guoqiang was silent for a long time.

Historically, on February 7, Taiyuan fell, and Shanxi governor Cai Maode committed suicide. After Li Zicheng rested in Taiyuan for eight days, he captured Xinzhou and then rushed to Daizhou. But now, everything has been advanced.

"After a short rest, the intruders captured Xinzhou. When the intelligence was sent, they were sending troops to Daizhou."

Zhu Guoqiang asked.

"Who is the guardian of Daizhou?"

"Zhou Yuji."

"Zhou Yuji..."

Reciting this name, Zhu Guoqiang's mind sank slightly, and then he said.

"Daizhou cannot be defended. If my prediction is correct. Zhou Yuji will hold on to Daizhou for a few days, and then most likely lead his army to break through and retreat to Baoning Wuguan..."

Ningwuguan!

That was Li Zicheng’s sad place!

It even once shaken Li Zicheng's idea of ​​​​conquering the East and made him want to retreat.

"No matter how Zhou Yuji prepares for war, the Shanxi lone brigade cannot compete with the hundreds of thousands of bandits. The fall of Daizhou is only a matter of time. Although the terrain of Ningwuguan is dangerous, the bandits are determined to win..."

After a pause, Zhu Guoqiang sighed.

"Without reinforcements, I'm afraid Ningwuguan won't be able to be defended. Is there any news from the capital?"

Once again, Shi Lei shook his head, and then sighed.

"Your Majesty, the capital city still hasn't made a decision on which Liao troops will be sent into the customs."

"Hey, what a pity..."

Putting down the report in his hand, he thought that in history, the Ming Dynasty came to an end like this, and even the Chinese nation fell into destruction. Even though he knew that it was difficult for this civilization to fall in this world, Zhu Guoqiang's mood was still very complicated. Especially when he thought about this

So many people with lofty ideals died in the upheaval, just like Zhou Yuji who died in Ningwuguan, he couldn't help but sigh.
Chapter completed!