In fact, everyone has seen a lot of military training. After all, there are many military and horses in the capital. From personal guards to the Beijing camp and the army camp, more than 100,000 troops were entrenched in the capital. People who have been in the capital for a long time have long been accustomed to it.

In everyone's impression, the people in the army, whether they are practicing or traveling, are always loud and lively, just like singing opera, especially when practicing, those who play flags, drums, and swords and guns, list the Bagua gold locks, one character long snakes, and the dragon formation. It is very lively and is really more entertaining than singing opera.

However, the rumbling footsteps gave people a completely different feeling. The heavy armor was hanging on their bodies, but these people were walking on flat ground and their bodies were particularly straight, especially against the backdrop of the hard shoulder pads, chest pads and hands, they were all like steel towers.

boom……

The iron boots fell to the ground, without any confusion. They raised their legs and landed together. Not to mention their legs, even the posture of holding a steel spear was the same. It was hidden under the iron helmet, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, with deep eyes, as if even their eyes were hidden under the protection of this steel.

Boom... Boom...

It's actually quite rhythmic.

At this time, Mr. Zhao, standing in the crowd, stretched his neck and looked at it, unable to help but be a little stunned. He did not see the flags fluttering, nor did he hear the noise of gongs and drums. But... how to say, this is a completely new feeling. In the past, he felt that the officers and soldiers who danced swords and guns were practicing or marching, giving people a murderous feeling, but now when he thinks, he feels inexplicably ridiculous. Because of the silence in front of him, the army and horses with uniform actions come step by step, it really gives him an unparalleled sense of oppression and solemnity. He even felt a little scared.

He was already full of doubts about the butcher Zhao, but he was silent at this time. When he saw the steel warriors like iron towers coming side by side, he clearly did not see any murderous intent in their eyes, nor did he hear the shout of killing that shook Jiutian, but... even his "big old man" couldn't help but feel trembling.

The first column passed by, the second column, the third column... but each column was no different, or in other words, if these people had not had the difference between them, they would not have felt the difference between them at all.

Just as everyone was extremely surprised and captured by this power, a different team suddenly appeared.

This is an extremely strange team. Some of them have oval helmets on their heads, some have tripod hats on their heads, and some are even wearing snow-white wigs. They are taller than ordinary people, with a high nose and deep eyes, and their skin is particularly fair, so fair that it makes people feel like they have lost their blood color. Most of them have an unpleasant smell of fishy smell, and their clothes are tattered. Many people even disappear from their boots and have to leave barefoot.

Only at first glance, everyone was shocked.

These people... are Franchise people...

At least it is somewhat similar to many descriptions, and it is also of various colors of eyes, with hair of various colors, tall and large nose, and is really a Folang Ji person.

It was really a Franji man, someone was talking in a low voice and whispering.

Mr. Zhao was also carefully looking at the Folang Ji people who looked very different from them. He soon discovered that these people did not look like cruel and stubborn. They were all as gentle as kittens, and their hands and feet were tied up with ropes.

This is a prisoner... it is a prisoner!

Thinking of these two words, Mr. Zhao's heart suddenly jumped, and he looked at the prisoners so shocked that his eyes widened.

There were obviously many prisoners, and it took half a stick of incense to leave. Looking at the Ming people who were captives, their faces all showed surprise, and then hatred appeared in many people's eyes.

These are the Folangji people who slaughtered the city in Quanzhou. Deep in everyone's hearts, they are a group of pirates who are so cruel that they can't be more cruel.

The butcher Zhao looked at the prisoners and was furious. He couldn't help but spit on the Folang Jiman next to the road. The Folang Jiman didn't dare to act rashly, and even hurriedly lowered his head and stepped up speed. He didn't even dare to raise his face and walked forward stumbled forward.

Mr. Zhao was kind-hearted and hurriedly pulled the butcher Zhao and whispered: "Why is this a problem? Even if it is a national hatred, how can we make this personal grudge? Repay the grudge with kindness, we are..."

Butcher Zhao scratched his head and muttered, thinking that Mr. Zhao was a little 'too kind-hearted', but he didn't know how to refute him.

At this time, another team of new army soldiers in Zhenguo stepped by. Like the new army in Zhenguo, they still covered their bodies with steel, passing by in a uniform manner, with their boots stomping on the ground, rumbling.

At this moment, the impression that suddenly gives people is completely different.

If the impression given by the new army of Zhenguo in the front team was only oppression and a little palpitations, and a silent sense of fear, but when Folangji's captive came over, the people standing in the sidewalk and watching suddenly felt different.

Some people even made a rough calculation, for example, Mr. Zhao is a person who is interested. He slightly estimated that there were nearly two thousand prisoners of this Folangji. He suddenly realized something.

The good news is true, without a slight discount, more than 3,000 Ferlang Ji people have been wiped out, and this must be a complete defeat. Otherwise, why would so many prisoners be captured?

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhao was so excited that he almost shed tears on the spot. The crisis was resolved. Then... the new army in Zhenguo only had 800 people. Look at the posture of the new army in Zhenguo, it didn't look like a long battle. In other words, without any effort, the new army in Zhenguo was unstoppable, defeating the legendary terrible Folang Jimen. Tianjin fell back to the court. The national prestige was greatly boosted.

More importantly, this means that the crisis in the capital has been lifted, and the common people seem to be able to enjoy peace again, and there is no need to worry at all times. Just like after the Tumu Fort Incident, the Oirat attacked the capital, and the court treated them as abandoned children, making them innocent lambs under the sword of the Oirat.

This time, His Majesty personally fought, and the new army of 800 Zhenguo defeated the enemy for thousands of miles, and the lobster demon soldiers were wiped out in one fell swoop, which was a report without any water!

At this time, looking at the back team of the new army of the country who had passed by neatly, Mr. Zhao was excited and nodded involuntarily, but at this time, the trembling cheers on the streets had erupted.

Mr. Zhao actually found that Zhao's butcher yelled the most powerfully. He was about to jump up in a few steps, and reached out to the new army of Zhenguo who were stepping past, intoxicated.

(To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.) 16-10-13 07:20:33
Chapter completed!