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The sun peeked out from the horizon.
The orange-red color suddenly suffused the clouds on the horizon, as if struggling, the orange-red color was gradually beating.
The emperor's personal visit is a huge honor.
"Open the door!"
The two sergeants walked to the door and opened it forcefully.
The door shaft is oiled, so it is almost silent.
The door opened, and a cold wind rushed out.
After entering the gate, there is a stone tablet covered with cloth.
"Boom!"
There was a gunshot from the side, and Zhang Fu slowly stepped inside. He stood to the side and carefully uncovered the piece of cloth.
That¡¯s the imperial pen!
¡ª¡ªThe soul returns and protects my family!
"Boom!"
The sound of cannons began to sound continuously.
During the gap, a group of soldiers with naked upper bodies and swords in their hands came slowly.
The bass drums on the left and right sides have been prepared, and with the sound of gentle tapping on the edge of the bass drum, there is a roar.
"Boom!"
The powerful drum beat sounded, and the group of sergeants stopped, then all raised their heads.
Their faces were smeared with black lines, making them look more primitive and wild.
The first sergeant raised his right hand and sang loudly: "Fuck Wu Gexi and be beaten by rhino armor"
Thirty-six sergeants sang in unison: "Fuck Wu Gexi and be raped"
"War!"
Yang Rong's eyes narrowed and he whispered.
There were all civil servants around him, and now they were all whispering, shouting in surprise.
Who chose it?
And this tune!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sergeants waved the long swords in their hands vigorously, as if they were sworn enemies in front of them.
The sound of the drums is powerful, and their singing is equally powerful.
The sound of cannons has stopped, and the surrounding areas are silent. The awakening city of Beiping is suppressing it, leaving only these powerful sounds.
"The car is on the wrong side of the road, and we have to fight hand to hand"
Holding weapons and wearing armor, the enemy and ourselves were intertwined, and he and his comrades were working hard to kill.
Fang Xing was in a daze. He remembered the fight in Jiaozhi. It was unfamiliar. It was his first battle with Qianhusuo in Jubao Mountain.
It was panic, but he was the only one with confidence and uneasy confidence.
And then they won the first time. This was the battle that laid the foundation for the Jubaoshan Guard to build a strong army.
The steps of the sergeants were heavy, as if they were trudging in the mud step by step, just like the difficulty of the Ming Dynasty in retaking the Central Plains from the Mongolian people.
"The sun is blocked by the sun, and the enemy is like clouds; the arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting to be the first"
The sound of the drums gradually became faster and faster, as if the two armies were fighting, and arrows were flying in the air.
"The formation is still standing, and there is still a lot of walking, and the left side is injured, and the right blade is injured"
"The two wheels of haze are coming to feed the four horses, and the drums are beating to support the jade"
The upper bodies of the sergeants gradually bowed down, with expressions of pain on their faces.
The sound of the drums became more and more urgent, so powerful that the heart could not stand the rhythm, as if it would jump out of the mouth in the next moment.
Zhu Zhanji looked at him seriously. Hearing the increasingly rapid breathing behind him, he couldn't help but nodded slightly, very satisfied with this arrangement.
The army is blood!
Whether it is hot-blooded or cold-blooded, killing is the eternal theme.
Protecting one¡¯s family and country is a very good idea. If one kills without regard for one¡¯s own safety, one should be blessed by the gods.
"The weather is full of anger, and the powerful spirits are angry. They kill all the people and abandon the wilderness. They can't go in and out, but they can't go back. The plains suddenly become too far away"
Once you go, you are never ready to look back. When you come back, you may just have a jar of ashes, a piece of clothing, or a broken long knife
There were people approaching from a distance outside, but they were intercepted by the sergeant.
"Bringing a long sword and holding a Qin bow, one's head and body are separated and one's heart is not punished"
This was the cry of the soldiers, and Zhang Fu and others were moved by it.
"Sincerity is both brave and martial, and ultimately strong and invincible"
"Since the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute and the ghost is here!"
The drum beats slowly, one after another, as if it is trying to beat something out.
The sergeants' movements gradually slowed down, and they sang loudly as they walked towards the gate.
Who said China is not powerful?
National mourning!
This is a sacrificial song from a distant period, sung at this time, the heroism of the Warring States Period and the iron bones of the Ming Dynasty are seamlessly integrated.
"Since the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute and the ghost is here!"
The sergeants sang the last line repeatedly, and all the warriors present sang loudly, and their voices echoed through the sky.
Yang Pu looked at this scene numbly, his ears filled with singing. He glanced furtively to his left.
Huang Huai's expression was a little dazed, as if he was remembering something.
Yang Pu's body unconsciously moved out a little, and he saw the faces of more people in front of him.
Jin Youzi was in a daze, clenching his fists.
Yang Shiqi was also recalling, and his eyes seemed a little red.
yes! He followed Emperor Wen on many northern expeditions and witnessed those brutal battles. The national mourning songs and dances in front of him moved him emotionally.
Yang Rong was also in a trance. He also thought of the golden war and iron horse back then.
He closed his eyes and remembered the heroism of Emperor Wen personally charging into the enemy formation, and the shouts and splashing blood
"Since the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute and the ghost is here!"
The sergeant of the team knelt on one knee outside the gate, with his long knife at his side, his head lowered, and his voice gradually became inaudible.
"Fire the cannon!"
In this low and inaudible voice, a sharp shout sounded.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
The sound of intensive artillery suddenly came, and several civil servants who were in a daze were startled and couldn't help but hide back. When they discovered that it was a cannon fire, they tried their best to stay calm and tried their best to hide their shame.
What a shame!
"Enter the tablet!"
Fang Xing shouted, and immediately groups of sergeants appeared from behind.
They each held a tablet and then lined up to enter.
A group of Taoist priests came out, stood in front, and began to greet the spirits.
There are many memorial tablets. After the first batch of sergeants who entered came out, they had to make a second and third trip
These are just the memorial tablets of the soldiers who died for the country whose names were found out. There is also a large tablet inside, which is set up for those soldiers who died unknown, so that they can also enjoy the enshrinement of the country's destiny.
"Boom!"
The sound of gunfire is constant, this is what Fang Xing strongly advocates.
At first, some people said that the sound of cannons would scare away those heroic spirits, but Fang Xing said that the heroic spirits are naturally not afraid of the sound of cannons and can only be happy.
The tablets were being brought in in an endless stream, and the sound of cannons continued.
Shen Yao looked at the invisible artillery team behind him and said in a low voice: "Already lined up, the spare artillery must be ready. Don't let the cannon fire stop when the time comes!"
Amidst the sound of cannons, the memorial tablets were finally laid.
When Zhu Zhanji walked over, a Taoist priest presented him with a stick of incense. He held it with both hands, nodded slightly, and then put the incense in the incense burner.
As an emperor, he has done everything he can.
He turned around and all the warriors bowed in salute.
He nodded slightly, then mounted his horse, and was surrounded and escorted to the imperial city.
Zhang Fu and others started the sacrifice with a lot of etiquette. This was something Fang Xing could not interfere with.
He walked in and went all the way to the main hall.
This is just a large hall where the memorial tablets are placed, with incense lingering inside.
Through the incense, the densely placed tablets look a bit blurry (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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