The sun emerges from the horizon.

The orange-red color suddenly dyed the clouds in the sky, as if they were struggling, and the orange-red color was gradually jumping.

The emperor comes in person, this is a great face.

"Open the door!"

The two soldiers walked to the front door and opened the door with great force.

The door shaft was oiled, so it was almost silent.

The door opened and a cold wind rushed out.

When you enter the gate, you will find a stone tablet covered with cloth.

"boom!"

With a cannon sound from the side, Zhang Fu slowly walked in. He stood on the side and carefully uncovered the cloth.

There is a royal pen on it!

My soul is back and bless my country!

"boom!"

The sound of cannons began to continue.

In the gap, a team of sergeants holding a knife in their hands slowly walked over with their upper body barefoot.

The drums were prepared on both sides of the left and right, and with the sound of gently hitting the edge of the drum, it was thunderous.

"Dong!"

The powerful drum sounded, and the sergeant stopped and then looked up together.

Their faces were covered with black lines, and they looked more primitive and wild.

The first sergeant raised his right hand and sang loudly: "Fuck Wu Gexi and were bruised on rhinoceros armor..."

Thirty-six soldiers sang in unison: "Fuck Wu Gexi and were fucked by rhinoceros armor..."

"National Mourning!"

Yang Rong's eyes shrank and he cried lowly.

He was surrounded by civil servants, and at this moment he was crying in a low voice, in surprise.

Who chose it?

There is also this tone!

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The soldiers waved the long sword in their hands vigorously, as if they were irreconcilable enemies in front of them.

The drums are so vigorous, and their singing is so vigorous.

The sound of cannons had stopped, and the four fields were silent. The awakened city of Peking was suppressing, leaving only these powerful voices.

"The car is wrong and the enemy is close to the enemy..."

Holding weapons and wearing armor, the enemy and our enemies were intertwined, and they worked hard to kill with their comrades.

Fang Xing was a little dazed. He remembered the battle in Jiaozhi. It was awkward. He had just experienced the battle formation and the first battle between himself and the Qianhu Institution of Jubaoshan.

That was panic, only he was confident and nervous.

Then he won the victory for the first time, which was a battle to lay the foundation for Jubaoshan Guard's strong army.

The soldiers' pace was heavy, and step by step seemed to be trekking in the mud, just like the difficulty of the Ming Dynasty regaining the Central Plains from the hands of the Mongols.

"The flags cover the sun and the enemy is like clouds, and the arrows fall and the soldiers compete for the first..."

The drums gradually became rapid, as if the two armies were fighting, and arrows were flying in the air.

"Ling Yu's formation and walking, the left and right blade are injured..."

"Two wheels of haze and four horses are slammed, and the jade is supported and the drums are singing..."

The upper bodies of the soldiers gradually lowered, and their faces showed signs of pain.

The drums became more and more rapid, so majestic that the heart couldn't stand this rhythm, as if it would pop out of its mouth the next moment.

Zhu Zhanji looked at him with a serious expression. He listened to the gradually rapid breathing behind him and nodded slightly, very satisfied with the arrangement.

The army is blood!

Whether it is hot or cold, killing is the eternal theme.

Defend the country, this is a good idea. For this, I will fight to kill without any hesitation and be blessed by the gods.

"The heavens are so powerful that they are so angry that they are so fierce that they are so fierce that they are abandoned in the fields. They are so far away that they go out.

I don’t plan to look back as soon as I go. When I come back, I may just be a urn of ashes, or a piece of clothing, or a broken long knife...

People from afar were approaching outside and intercepted by sergeants.

"Welcome a long sword and hold the Qin bow, your head and body are separated and your heart is not punished..."

This was the warrior's shout, and Zhang Fu and others were moved by it.

"Since you are brave and powerful, you will never be strong..."

"After the body dies, the gods are spiritual, and the soul is resolute and the ghost hero is a hero!"

The drums were slow, one after another, as if they wanted to knock something out.

The soldiers' movements gradually slowed down, and they walked towards the gate while singing loudly.

Who said that China is not powerful?

National sorrow!

This is a sacrificial song from a distant period. At this time, the heroic spirit of the Warring States Period and the strong and strong bones of the Ming Dynasty were seamlessly integrated.

"After the body dies, the gods are spiritual, and the soul is resolute and the ghost hero is a hero!"

The soldiers repeated the last sentence, and the warriors present sang loudly, and their voices rang through the sky.

Yang Pu looked at this scene numbly, his ears were full of singing. He secretly glanced at the left.

Huang Huai's expression was a little confused, as if he was recalling something.

Yang Pu's body unknowingly went out a little and saw the expressions 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 many times to the north and saw those fierce battles. The national sorrow songs and dances in front of him made him feel emotional.

Yang Rong was also a little confused, and he also remembered the golden swords and iron horses of that year.

He closed his eyes and remembered the heroic spirit of Emperor Wen who personally attacked the enemy formation, and the passionate blood that was shouting and splattering...

"After the body dies, the gods are spiritual, and the soul is resolute and the ghost hero is a hero!"

The sergeant knelt on one knee outside the gate, held a long sword beside him, lowered his head, and his voice gradually became unheard.

"Crash the cannon!"

Just in this inaudible sound, a loud shout rang out.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

The dense sound of cannons suddenly came, and several civil servants who were in a daze were startled and could not help but hide behind. After discovering that it was the cannon, they tried their best to calm down and tried their best to hide their shame.

A shameful thing!

"Enter the tablet!"

Fang Xing shouted, and then a group of soldiers appeared from behind.

Each of them held a tablet and lined up to enter.

A team of Taoist priests came out from inside, stood in front, and began to welcome the spirits.

There are many tablets. After the first batch of soldiers who entered came out, they have to go the second and third trips...

These are just tablets for the soldiers who died in the country who were found out. There is also a large tablet in it, which is a offering for those soldiers who died of namelessness so that they can also enjoy the luck of the country.

"boom!"

The sound of cannons continued, which was what Fang Xingyi strongly advocated.

Some people said that the sound of cannons would scare away the heroes, but Fang Xing said that the heroes were naturally not afraid of the sound of cannons and would only be happy.

The tablets were sent in a constant stream, and the sound of cannons continued.

Shin Yao looked at the artillery team behind him who could not see the edge at first sight and whispered: "Line up, the spare artillery must be prepared. Don't stop firing at that time, so that the cannon sound will stop!"

With the sound of cannons, the tablets were finally finished.

Zhu Zhanji walked over and a Taoist priest sent a stick of incense. He held it with both hands, nodded slightly, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

As an emperor, he has done everything he can.

He turned around and all the warriors bowed to pay tribute.

He nodded slightly, then got on his horse, and was surrounded by people and headed towards the imperial city.

Zhang Fu and others began to sacrifice, with many etiquettes, which was not something Fang Xing could interfere with.

He walked in and all the way to the hall.

This is just a hall where tablets are placed, with incense lingering in it.
Chapter completed!