The country accumulated it for several years and took a year to defeat it with the strength of the whole country.

Although Zhu Yunxi has been staying at the foot of Daqing Mountain, busy building the so-called Daqing City that belongs to all herdsmen, he has not personally conquered the grassland as people expected.

But this does not mean that he is ignorant of what war is like.

The war is about money and food, and what is lost is human life.

The grassland on the edge of Hulun Lake is soaked in thick blood. Corpses are scattered across the grass. If there is no time to clean them up, they will be swooped down and pecked by the eagles in the sky.

Zhu Yunxi sat and looked at Daqingshan, and he could see all the time that the officials and people of the counties and counties within the entire Great Wall were busy working for the empire's ambitions. He could also see the officers and soldiers on the grasslands, working for the great cause of the empire.

He fell on the grassland forever.

When he held the flag of the Northern Expedition Army and walked past the small silent boxes.

Zhu Yunxi's heart became heavy again and again.

Although he knew very early on that there is no prosperous age without bloodshed and no great cause without sacrifice.

But when those originally vivid lives turn into dumb boxes in the blink of an eye, even a hard-hearted person will feel pitiful.

"I, together with the officers and soldiers of the Northern Expedition, have carried out the expedition according to the king's order. Fortunately, the order has been fulfilled. With the blessing of the emperor and heaven, the enemy has been destroyed and all the soldiers have returned. I hold the flag with integrity and hand over the military flag."

Bang.

After Zhu Yunxi finished speaking with a solemn expression, he waved and dropped the flagpole to the ground.

This flagpole is full of knife marks, some deep and some shallow, seeping with crimson blood. It cannot be faked.

The flagpole fell to the ground.

Zhu Yunxi held the pole in one hand and untied the flag with the other.

Using his palm as a knife, he kept slashing at the flag surface, and in a short time he gathered up the flag.

Zhu Gaochi, who was behind him, immediately stepped forward and carefully took over the flagpole. Then Zhu Yunxi held the flag, which was stained with blood and became heavy with blood, in his hands and walked forward to Zhu Biao again.

This is a ritual that has never existed before.

However, today is the first time it was shown on the political stage of the Ming Dynasty.

The squadron returned to the court to hand over the military flag.

Once it was announced that the army had returned to Beijing, power was transferred back to the emperor and the court, and was no longer under the control of the military generals.

Secondly, maybe it's because the flag is really too heavy.

The officials on the dock looked calm and stared at the big flag held by Zhu Yunxi indifferently.

Zhu Biao also had a solemn expression on his face.

He took a step forward and slowly raised his arms.

"Catch the flag."

Zhu Yunxi took another step forward, and the folded flag moved to Zhu Biao's arms.

The moment he took the flag, Zhu Biao's arms sank visibly under everyone's gaze.

How much blood must have been soaked in this?

The officials' hearts suddenly became heavy.

Zhu Biao's face also moved slightly. Even though he had been prepared, he was still surprised.

As a result, the prince's face became more solemn.

Holding the flag, turn around.

behind.

Qin King Zhu Ping, who was the clan commander of the Ming Dynasty clan, immediately stepped forward and took over the flag again.

Zhu Biao then spoke in a deep voice: "According to the imperial edict, the flag of the Northern Expedition was brought to the Ancestral Temple to be enshrined under the throne of the gods."

At Longwan Pier, the faces of the officials who came out of the city to greet him suddenly changed, and everyone looked surprised.

obviously.

No one outside the palace knew about this decision in advance.

What an honor it is to enshrine the flag of the Northern Expeditionary Army in the Imperial Ancestral Temple?

The Northern Expedition army, up and down, can all be proud of this from now on.

After the royal family generously paid tribute to the fallen soldiers, the royal family once again encouraged and recognized those soldiers who returned from the Northern Expedition in full glory.

The officials were surprised and shocked.

The faces of the more than 10,000 soldiers from the Northern Expedition who had returned in triumph and were still on the dock had moved expressions.

Their military flag entered the Ancestral Temple.

At this moment, they were willing to go on another battlefield from which they were destined to never return.

Because their military flags will always be enshrined in the Ancestral Temple as long as the Ming Dynasty is still there.

Wait until the military flag is handed over.

Not far away, the cabinet minister, the Grand Governor of the Governor's Office, Xu Yungong, Duke of Wei, immediately puffed up his chest.

"Welcome, the Northern Expedition soldiers enter the city!"

Prior to this, Yingtian City had already welcomed most of the Northern Expedition into the city.

However, the soldiers of the Northern Expedition that came out of Xu Yungong's mouth at this moment could only be a small silent box held in the hands of the emperor's own soldiers.

Xu Yungong and Ren Hengtai, along with the civil and military personnel on the dock, retreated to both sides, clearing the road leading to Waijinchuan Gate.

Zhu Biao glanced sideways at Zhu Yunxi, but without speaking, he clasped his hands together and hung them in front of him, walking silently to the side.

clatter.

The officers and soldiers holding the silent little boxes in their hands walked in unison.

Brand new military boots made a dull sound as they stepped on the ground.

Military foot drills have now spread from the martial arts hall to all military camps in Beijing.

In the sight of the audience.

The officers and soldiers holding the small boxes in their hands had their entire upper bodies motionless except for their two slender legs that were moving.

Rows of pro-army officers and soldiers, with solemn and silent expressions, began to move from the pier towards the city.

Enter the city from Waijinchuan Gate, exit the city at Zhengyang Gate in front of Hongwu Gate, and then go to the nearly built Tombs of Meritorious Officials in the south of the city.

Let these soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the Ming Dynasty be admired and watched by the people in the city, which is another favor to them.

The pro-military officers and soldiers on the dock began to take steps one by one.

The sound of everyone's footsteps seemed to come from one person.

It's just that the sound is getting louder as the number of people moving increases.

despair.

despair.

Every sound of footsteps echoed in the city.

When all the pro-military officers and soldiers walked into the city gate, the Beizheng officers and soldiers outside lined up to follow them.

On the contrary, it was the civil and military officials present led by Zhu Biao who came last.

After entering the city, the pace of the officers and soldiers changed, becoming more calm and relatively fast.

The common people who were originally lined up in the city to welcome the Northern Expedition Army troops back to the court gradually fell silent at this time.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the crowd, whimpering gradually began to sound.

I don’t know whose parents, whose wife, or whose children were crying in the crowd.

Zhu Yunxi always held his hands and followed step by step behind the prince's father.

Etiquette has existed since ancient times.

The purpose of etiquette passed down to this day is to plan a person from the depths of his heart.

Today is the first time that the Ming Dynasty has used completely different scenes and specifications to highlight the merits of these soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the empire, but it is not the last time.

"After passing the Dazhong Bridge, the military step will change to the forward step again, and after leaving Zhengyangmen, it will change to the straight step again."

After entering the city and probably after passing the three archways, Zhu Biao, who was walking in front of Zhu Yunxi, spoke in a low voice.

Zhu Yunxi speeded up his pace a little, nodded and said: "Let father worry about it."

Zhu Biao smiled slightly and looked at the onlookers who could only stand outside and watch after both sides of the street were sealed off by the Bingma Division and the Beijing Army.

He said softly: "The important events of the country are in the army and in sacrifice. Soldiers live and die for the country, regardless of whether they have made achievements or not, they all have meritorious service to the country. The country cannot forget it, and it dare not forget it."

Only by paying great attention to the ceremony can we soothe the morale of the army and make it clear to the people that the country is not ungrateful and that it uses people to go forward and does not use people to go behind."

Zhu Yunxi nodded slightly.
To be continued...