Dong, Dong, Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong!

Eight horses pulled two drum cars side by side, Tan Lun could see clearly at the top of the city, and he laughed in his heart that Chen Mu could only achieve such an effect by practicing for the Great Reading, but his face was still upright and solemn. He glanced at the first assistant and nodded slightly.

When General Chen rode a tall horse and stepped forward arrogantly at the front of the team, the well-trained flag army behind him roared on the war drums, carrying guns in an orderly manner to move forward with dense square formations. Just look at the march and formation, Tan Lun believed that although this was not as simple and effective as the Qi family army in the encounter, it was enough.

This is more neat, better looking and more powerful.

The emperor gave in front of the Mongols and responded with a gun and a stick, but many officials in the court on the city tower felt a lot of sweat for Chen Mu.

It is said that the emperor has no joke. Since the emperor said that the Wanquan defense line is Chen Mu's afterwards, then it will be Chen Mu's from the future. If his soldiers perform poorly, they will embarrass the emperor in the big reading. If he dies, he will only die. If he does not have the ability but throws it to the Wanquan defense line and cannot shock the Northern Barbarians, he will not be the only one who dies in the future.

Everyone was looking at Tan Lun. He was the only one in the city who knew the soldiers best. Tan Lun nodded, and people knew that Chen Mu was OK.

Even Emperor Longqing felt relieved when he saw Tan Lun nodding, but he was only halfway through his anger, and he raised his heart by the smiles of Duoheqin, the envoy of the Wala tribe.

The young chieftain Duo and Qin of the Ola Junggar, wearing a leopard-tailed hat, looked at the square formation that Chen Mu was walking under the city and said coldly: "The army the Emperor of Ming relies on does not even have a spear. Are you planning to kill the Tatar cavalry with muskets recently?"

As he said that, he squeezed his eyes and looked at the envoy of Altan's subordinates, and smiled cruelly: "Or, he thought that a firearm could kill the holy lion on the right wing with 30,000 households!"

The Mongolian holy lion is a praise that people on the grasslands have for Altan's habitual warfare.

Emperor Longqing wanted to see carefully what weapons Chen Mu's army was holding, so he almost left the dragon throne, but he did not.

Because of his strong and firm belief that the two dragons did not meet, Emperor Jiajing brought a shadow of his life to Emperor Longqing, which made the current emperor still seem a little cowardly even if he had the power of the world. However, he had already worked very hard. He pretended to be calm and chuckled, without saying a word, and hid his uneasy hands in the big sleeve of the round-necked dragon robe.

Emperor Longqing never needs to worry under such circumstances, because there is always a madman protecting his disciples, Gao Gong, by his side.

"Is it that I heard it wrong?"

The petty-minded Gao'er turned his head, and his eyes were not as dazzling as danger flashed.

This year, he is fifty-seven years old. Although he is old, his ears are not smooth. When he frowned, even his beard was so angry that he was raised.

People have a scattered scale, and Emperor Longqing is the scattered scale of the old scattered scale. He took a few steps closer and pushed away the Han general in the middle almost rudely, facing the young and strong Duo Heqin with a close face. He paused before taking a step back and laughed disdainfully.

"As far as I know, Olagang married Altan, the messenger's words meant that he hoped that Altan would die outside Wanquan City and was shot to death by General Chen with a gun?"

Duoheqin was speechless. He really hoped that Altan bullied the Oirat in the west of the desert. None of the four Oirat tribes did not want Altan to die in the war with the Ming Dynasty. But he could not say this in front of Altan's envoy, so he could only shake his head slowly.

"Many artillery, Your Majesty." While Gao Gong was fighting against Duo Heqin, another Jisuke, who was now in the sword, walked to the dragon chaise, held Emperor Longqing's hand, and said, "You must want to see, the heavy artillery is walking very fast."

The second assistant's eyebrows are bright, beautiful beard and chest, and his robe is clean and creased. Although he laughed softly and calmly, he secretly patted the back of the emperor's hand, slowing down his demeanor and holding the emperor to the battlement wall, saying, "The drum sound is urgent. I heard that General Chen's gun is beneficial to the world, and people say that his cannon is more sharp than guns."

He is Zhang Juzheng.

The drum sound was indeed even more urgent, because Chen Mu believed that the Qi family army was extremely strong and disciplined, and the Qi family army alone might not be better than the Qi family army in terms of ornamentality, so during the training, he focused on contacting the guns and raiding, and required the same as the Qi family army.

The biggest difficulty lies not in the flag army, but in the pack horses.

Fortunately, they learned it.

Today, this imperial road was trampled by people and horses, bringing all the dust from the camp to the imperial road. When they ran away, the dust was rolled behind them, and it was covered in yellow.

Chen Mu was the commander of the last parade unit. Although his official position should not be arranged at the end, Feng Bao discussed with several sub-authors and arranged at the end to avoid the big reading afterwards being too boring.

Because the military parade was actually not very innovative, many people didn’t know what it was for before coming, and there was no time to prepare after coming.

Although there were troops that were singing military songs like Qi Jiguang, there were also armoured cavalry like the new Liaodong general who charged by Ma Fang, or the cavalry of Datong general who had left like a gust of wind before the city could react, leaving behind feather arrows that were shot out of nowhere.

There were also ordinary assassination and shooting by the guards, but because of this, people had high hopes for Chen Mu.

Those who are qualified to watch the ceremony on the city tower know that this military parade was actually Chen Mu's idea, and he should be able to bring some surprises to the emperor.

"Stand firm!"

The drum sounded slightly slower, and the square formation changed from running to staggering steps. Then, with a brief military order, standing under the city, five hundred flag troops holding bird guns all stopped steadily, and the pack horses neighed, and the formation was square and without any confusion.

The flags were flying, and the east wind was swept by the smoke and dust. When the flags stopped, the warriors with armor and guns stood northward. The leader turned over and got off the horse and held his captain, draped his hair and looked up at the city, and raised his right hand to form a fist.

The five hundred flag troops bowed down, and the capital of the thirty-one cannons was adjusted to look down.

Chen Mu bowed one knee and lowered his head to the city and whispered loudly: "Your Majesty, the last general Chen Mu, where the emperor's order is, I am willing to drive you!"

He originally wanted to say something like this, but he thought it was too vulgar and pleasing to the fullest mark. But after all, there were foreign envoys, which would make the sect leader lose his share in front of the tribute country.

After saying that, Chen Mu didn't expect to hear the response from the city. He stood up and turned over and plucked the horse's face, and pulled out the sword from his waist.

The flag army stood up and faced south, the artillery was quickly removed, and the turning artillery was south. Just as Chen Mu wanted to continue to order the flag army, he heard a loud and unfamiliar voice coming from the city behind him.

"General Chen, if the south is the northern leader, I will order you to recreate the war of Jumahe,"

Chen Mu smiled. He happened to be reappearing in Jumahe without a spear. Not to mention the Northern Lu, even the Transformers didn't need him to charge.

Of course, he was not prepared to behave exactly like Jumahe. He waved his knife and ordered: "Small flag arrows, fire! Cannons, bird guns, preparatory position, and round-shooting formation!"

Although he made three orders in one breath, there was actually one sentence he didn't say, he just raised his hand and clenched his fists, and the flag army had already moved.

Someone poured out a line of turbulence in front of the formation, and the flag army stood by the torches. The small flag arrows blew up among the wooden men with a scream. Each of the Nanyang flag army prepared to shoot three rows of rounds was stuffed with two thunder in the palm of their hands.

Chen Mu curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing his white teeth.

Fry it!
Chapter completed!