Just today, I received an urgent report from East India." Zhu Jun tried his best to calm down the imperial road, which seemed a little noisy at the beginning, but Zhu Jun did not expect the effect to be so good. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then shouted loudly: "Nine days ago, an Indian barbarian crossed the territory of the Ming Dynasty and surrounded the city of the Ming Dynasty. Thirty thousand of our Ming subjects are still trapped."

"Did you remember? When Di Yi entered the pass, the iron cavalry flowed thousands of miles away, the north of the Yangtze River fell, the south of the Yangtze River was still singing and dancing, the country was in danger, and the Qinhuai River was singing and dancing? Where are the famous merchants who had bought laughter in the past? Where are the literati who laughed at the time??"

Zhu Jun did not give the answer. The answer was in everyone's hearts. The man continued to go south, and the three massacres of Jiading, and the ten days of Yangzhou, the luxurious and fertile land in Jiangnan was no one, and the blood flowed thousands of miles.

"My subjects are my children and the people of the Ming Dynasty, whether they are from Jiangnan or from Jiangbei, whether they are poor, rich, noble or lowly, they are all brothers and sisters, who are dependent on each other and coexist and prosper together."

"We are here today to show our power, but unexpectedly, brothers and sisters thousands of miles apart are suffering from this disaster. I have been raising troops for ten years, can it be used?" Zhu Jun pursed his lips here, looking at nearly 10,000 soldiers with his hands behind his back to seek the answer.

"Available." The sound of the mountain and thundering thunder responded. Nearly ten thousand soldiers roared with their chests, and even the other soldiers who maintained public order answered. The people who were far away did not know what was going on. It was just that it was quiet here, and they stopped making noise. Suddenly, a loud shout like a rainstorm came. Many people couldn't help but stretched their necks to look at the black shadows in the Yudao.

"Okay." Zhu Jun's voice was already a little hoarse. When there was no microphone, the leader's speech was indeed extremely uncomfortable: "Continue to review, after the ceremony, everyone goes to the front line to conquer India, and pay for his blood debts."

"Long live." The soldiers roared like conditioned reflex.

"Go forward, everything is for your brothers and sisters, for your parents' robes, and for the eternal kingdom of the Ming Dynasty."

"Everything is for the Emperor; next."

Zhu Jun had already gotten into the carriage. The coachman drove the imperial horse and turned around and drove towards the direction of the palace city.

He did not expect that during the Ming Dynasty, the last two sentences, "Go forward. Everything is for your brothers and sisters. Everything is for your parents' robes. Everything is for the eternal state of the Ming Dynasty. "Everything is for His Majesty the Emperor." The dialogue became a common case of military parades. The reason why the parade troops were pulled to the front line Zhu Jun had also considered the land. The current situation was that the Nanyang army had no leader and had no other orders to transfer orders, and now there were no communication equipment such as telephones. If you want to mobilize reinforcements, you must let Zhang Youde, the governor of Haidu or himself immediately issue an order to arrive in Haidu and then dispatch it. Since this is the case, it would be better to directly trash the parade troops and arrive at Haidu as quickly as possible. Then, it was a group of people with the Haidu Army and marched towards India with the help of the Nanyang Navy.

Zhu Jun's face was calm, but his heart was full of anger. He did not bully the Indian natives. Now he was bullied. If he could not catch all the nobles in the war in one fell swoop, it would not only be able to relieve his hatred, but also to relieve the anger of tens of millions of soldiers and civilians.

The carriage entered the palace through the gate of Xuanwu Gate. Then Zhu Jun climbed up to the city tower surrounded by a group of officials. The official of the ritual had already launched an imperial edict. The sound was like a loud sound and shouted: "The Emperor Fengtian Chengyun. The edict said: Follow the great order of heaven and promote the power of our army. I respect this."

"Promote the power of our army."

"Promote the power of our army."

...

One by one, the voices were transmitted from the square to the Imperial Road. In this era when there was no communication, this word-of-mouth communication method was backward, but it could work.

Li Dingguo, the chief of staff standing on the school stage, was wearing a military armor, and pointed the small flag in his hand towards the imperial city: "Go forward."

"Forward." Next, the roar was Wang Qiu, the governor of the Guards of the first formation. Wang Qiu inserted his sword back into the sheath, pressed the hilt of the sword, and first began to step slowly towards the imperial city, followed by three officers holding flags and guarding flags, and then were guard soldiers arranged in neatly, like a dull machine, making uniform steps as the military boots stepped on the stone bricks again and again.

Next were the Suzhou Legion, Haidu Legion, Haidu Legion, Nanyang Navy, Beiyang Navy, and Dongyang Navy.

The people along the road rubbed their eyes carefully. The scene in front of them was really incredible. Those who walked past them seemed not people, but wooden men wearing military uniforms. They raised their feet and started, and then they were military boots. Everything was in a consistent manner. No one was more or less.

Crack... Crack... Crack...

Yes, it was the wooden man. With the repeated treads of military boots, many people said this in their hearts, although they knew that what they saw was a living, flesh and blood man, and the most loyal defender of the Ming Dynasty.

Based on experience, they can only draw this conclusion.

"Long live my emperor, the Ming army is mighty." After a brief silence, someone had already danced his fists.

What kind of army can be invincible? What kind of army can be invincible? There are many conclusions drawn about this. Some people think that the most powerful firearms, some people think that the strictest military discipline, and some people think that it is sufficient supply, but there is no need for too much explanation. I am afraid that everyone will understand that the strictest military discipline is the soul of an army. An army with a soul can always create miracles after miracles.

"Long live." The people became hot, and they resounded like a wave.

The guards led by the army had already passed the square. The envoys of the vassal state under the moat awning immediately picked up the monocular telescope issued by the Ming Dynasty with interest. At first, it was just a performance. The envoys caught a cold at the emperor on the city tower who was eating people without spitting bones and making the bitter brothers pay tribute and give gifts. In their eyes, the so-called military parade was just an excuse for the Ming Dynasty to receive their tributes. However, when their eyes passed through the telescope, they could not help but be amazed. No, it was not awesome, it was amazing.

"The king's army is mighty." Envoy An put down his monocular telescope and wiped his dry eyes. He couldn't help but sigh. He felt a little jealous and sincerely admired. Back then, the Ming army swept across the South China Sea and restored Jiangnan was not just luck. Even if Annan wanted to learn, he was just imitating the enemy.

Many envoys were mixed with emotion. His, this was not an army, it was simply a group of wild beasts, or a group of murderous beasts with uniform actions. But this was good. Some envoys discovered the benefits and finally found some comfort for themselves. Although the Ming Dynasty often exploited us poor brothers, they were kind-hearted. At least as long as they were honest and had security guarantees, it was not, what was the monarch of a country most afraid of? What was the people most afraid of? What was it not that the people were unable to be healthy, nor that the country was peaceful and the people were safe, but that the throne was stable for thousands of years. After all, no matter how rich the country was, he was still a king. No matter how poor the country was, he was also a forest of wine and meat, and there were many beautiful women. So in their opinion, as long as they were more respectful to the Ming Dynasty and served the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, it was equivalent to having more powerful support, and there was no need to be afraid of the invasion of neighboring countries, nor to be afraid of the riots of their own country.

Zhu Jun stood on the city tower, looked at it from a distance with a monocular telescope for a while, and slowly put down his hand. He had seen this scene more than once in his previous life. The square formation in front of him seemed a little worse than the military parade in later life. However, after all, this was the Ming Dynasty, and it was beyond his imagination to have such an effect.

"Mu Aiqing, go and buy the vehicle quickly, and let people: have good food, and when the parade is over, immediately let the soldiers eat their fill first, and then set off quickly.

"Zhu Jun said inadvertently Mu Tianbo, then looked at the square under the city tower with a happy look.

Kak... Kak... Kak... Kak... The square formation of the parade gradually reached the end of the square and continued to move towards the imperial road ahead, cheering one after another like a tide. For them, the Ming army in front of them was a perfect incarnation, with a tailored military uniform, a high crown, a straight posture, a straight gesture, and a collective uniformity. Many people felt a little admiration and a little longing in their hearts.

This admirational gaze aroused the pride of the soldiers. Just as they learned in night school, the most precious thing about a person is life. A person's life is only once, and a person's life should be spent like this. When he looks back on the past, he will not regret wasting his youth, nor will he be ashamed of being mediocre. When he is dying, he can say: "My whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the greatest and beautiful cause in the world - to fight for the prosperity and prosperity of the Ming Dynasty.

The military parade gradually came to an end, and as the ritual officer spread out another imperial edict, he shouted loudly and finished the ceremony.

"Long live..." The unsatisfied voice was rendered in the sky.

At this time, Zhu Jun had quietly disappeared on the city tower. A moment later, the official of the ritual received another imperial edict, and the original plan to worship the Taimiao would be postponed, because the war had already begun and before the barbarians could be defeated, the emperor had no shame to meet his ancestors and wait for the day when the king's army was triumphant, and then the sacrificial ceremony was held.

The officials of the rituals issued an imperial edict to read out the decree loudly. The people had nothing. They were digesting the shock brought by the military parade just now. However, the envoys of the vassal states under the moat looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The sacrificial ceremony and the two tributes of the military parade ceremony had been sent to the Ming Dynasty Treasury. Now it was suddenly postponed. Wouldn't they send another tribute when they were truly worshipped in the Taimiao?
Chapter completed!