The next day, Chinese New Year's Eve.

It was a cold day, the north wind was whimpering, and the sky was covered with clouds.

The East and West Chang'an Avenue was crowded with people, and countless people were either ragged or dressed in coarse cloth robes, men and women, looking forward to it.

Because today, the emperor of the Ming Empire wants to go out of the imperial city to the martyr's monument to hold a public memorial to pay tribute to those Ming soldiers who died for the country.

The soldiers of the Five Cities Terracotta Division wore armor to maintain order on Chang'an Street, and worked hard to keep the situation under control.

But there are so many people that almost half of the people of the capital have gathered on this centuries-old street.

After all, the emperor is a rare thing, and the emperors of the Ming Dynasty rarely go out of the imperial city, and the people want to see what the Son of Heaven looks like, more than the public sacrifice itself.

At three o'clock, in the defensive circle composed of the five city soldiers and horses, the Jinyi Guard was dispatched, not only forming a defense line within the soldiers of the Soldiers and Horses Division, but also arranging the guards of the Jinyi Guard on the houses on both sides of the street.

At the suggestion of Liu Hongchuan, the commemoration of the martyrs of the Ming Dynasty will be open to the people.

Even if it is a public sacrifice, the Ming is not a person's Ming, it is the Ming of the people of the whole world, and everyone should know that their stable life is the blood of these deceased martyrs.

People's hearts are flesh and blood, and even the people who can't read big words should know what these dead heroic spirits are for.

The brocade guards are all wearing mandarin duck battle jackets, and there are many people in civilian clothes among the people, once they find someone whose whereabouts are suspicious, they will be taken away immediately for interrogation.

This is the first time that the Ming Emperor has held a public sacrifice, and he must make a good start, and there is no room for a half-point difference, Liu Hongjian has given a death order to Liang Yang last night.

It is better to catch a thousand by mistake than to let go of one.

As soon as the time arrived, from the imperial city came the majestic sound of the horn, Chongzhen's Luan drove from the Huangji Palace, after the Luan car, it was the descendants of the Ming Dynasty, and then the courtiers in court clothes.

And Liu Hongjian and several elders were fortunate to accompany Luan Jia.

Out of the noon gate, through the Chengtian gate, into the long royal road, out of the Daming Gate, is Chang'an Street.

The first to go were the three hundred three thousand battalion red helmet generals, followed by the three hundred Ming armor generals, the avant-garde sword officers of the government army, and the Jinyi Wei Dahan generals marched before the imperial chariot.

The thousands of guards are all freshly dressed and brightly armored, and around the Imperial Rim are a hundred sergeants carefully selected from the Thousand Households of Banzai Mountain, most of whom are teenagers with military positions.

The twenty people in the front row were carrying AKMs behind their backs, and the rest were wearing standard sabers around their waists, and their dark military uniforms were lined with chain mail, and the faces of the teenagers were all serious, or rather solemn.

Because in front, under the majestic monument of the martyrs, the ashes of their robes were scattered, and there were their brothers who died in battle.

The imperial chariot stopped a hundred paces away from the martyr's monument, and Chongzhen, dressed in a crown robe, walked out of the imperial chariot.

"Long live my emperor!" The people on both sides of Chang'an Avenue fell to their knees like waves.

Without the command of the officials of Taichang Temple, these illiterate people invariably knelt down and shouted long live the mountain!

Many people's eyes were even moist, because ninety-nine percent of the people had never seen the emperor, and they had never hoped to see the dragon's face in their lifetime.

This is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, their emperor, the emperor of 10,000,000 people of the Ming Dynasty, and the emperor who has been admired by his ancestors for generations.

Chongzhen went ahead, and behind him were cabinet members, honorables, and hundreds of officials, and walked to the front of the monument.

There are about one zhang high stone steps around the martyr's stele, the heroic martyr's stele is carved by granite as a whole, about four zhang high, nine feet wide, five feet thick, the top of the stele is the treasure top rest mountain type.

In order to rush to build the heroic monument, the Ministry of Industry sent hundreds of skilled craftsmen and thousands of strong people to complete it before Chinese New Year's Eve.

There is a stone gate under the stele, which enshrines the roster of soldiers who died on the battlefield with names and surnames in the past dynasties.

The front of the stele is impressively the seven characters of "the heroic monument of the Ming Empire", and the writer is Fang Yuegong, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion University.

The inscription on the back of the stele says: In the past seven years, the Ming soldiers and people who died in the resistance to foreign humiliation and the pacification of local rebellions are immortal!

In the past 17 years, the soldiers and people of the Ming Dynasty who died in the resistance to foreign humiliation and the pacification of local rebellions have been immortalized!

This dates back to 1368, and since then, in order to expel the Tatars and restore China, the Ming soldiers and people who died in previous battles are immortal!

This inscription is from the hand of Liu Hongji, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and seventeen years is the number of years when Emperor Chongzhen succeeded to the throne.

In order to make it understandable to ordinary people who don't have much talent, Liu Hongjian simply chose the vernacular text against public opinion.

There have long been officials from Taichang Temple waiting around, and various tributes are also placed in front of the monument.

Emperor Chongzhen climbed to the top in the howling cold wind, and after bowing respectfully to the martyr's monument, Zhengse said:

"The heir of the Son of Heaven would like to announce to the heroes of the Ming Dynasty: the former was ordered by the Ming Dynasty to be the king one after another, acting on behalf of the heavens, raising Qianli, Yi Lun Youxu, and Jingjing rope. So far, the people are blessed, they will not forget and repay, and they will worship heaven and earth, but the emperor will be heroic. Enjoy! ”

At this point, Chongzhen's tone instantly became high-pitched and cold.

"The world is vast, and the Ming Dynasty is magnificent.

The Mongolian people are in chaos, and half of the country is in ruins.

The beggar Bao clan, there is King Ran.

But its martyrs stained the battlefield with blood.

The restoration of China is the work of the emperor.

The ancestors chased the deer and listed the borders of our country.

Xuanwei Zhuhan, Wei Wei court.

The west descended to the vassals, and the east was in trouble.

The four directions come to the court, and all the nations look up.

Those who are not of my race have a bad heart.

Barbarian and cunning summer, thieves and traitors.

Invade my territory, tear the soil and cut the territory.

So far, the mountains and rivers are incomplete.

The ancestors blessed, and the nine sides were renewed.

If Taiji comes, the heavens will be virtuous.

Daming Tieshi, Yu Lie drove the horse.

The rivers and mountains of the old days are back to be admired.

Heroic souls and martyrs, admired by all generations.

Send officials to sacrifice, and God will learn from it.

The Son of Heaven is sincere, and he still enjoys it. ”

The celebrant of Taichang Temple shouted: "The ministers pay tribute!" ”。

"The heroic souls of the martyrs, all generations pay respect.

Famous and eternal.

Excellent I Daming, Wenzhi Wuchang.

Hundreds of officials sacrificed, and God learned from it.

Our generation is sincere, and we still enjoy it. ”

The ministers all knelt down in front of the monument and offered sacrifices in unison.

Under the martyr's monument, in addition to Emperor Chongzhen and the necessary guards, the ministers and the people all knelt down to the Son of Heaven and the martyr's monument to bow down, and I don't know when, the clouds dispersed.

The faint sun passed through the clouds, shone on the monument of the martyrs, shone on Chongzhen and hundreds of officials, and shone on the kneeling people, like an auspicious ray, and everyone was full of strength.

The whole public sacrifice ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner, and after the ceremony, Emperor Chongzhen returned to the imperial city by the imperial chariot, and the hundred officials also returned to their mansions.

There are only 500 soldiers from the Beijing battalion left under the monument, and they will be responsible for guarding the monument.

In accordance with the holy order, the martyrs' monument will allow the people to pay respects, and the soldiers of the Beijing camp will be on duty on a monthly basis.

Half an hour later, the people on both sides of Chang'an Avenue, whether they were watching the excitement or those whose children had died in battle, slowly dispersed.

Chang'an Avenue has returned to its former tranquility, and it is foreseeable that in a few hours, both sides of the street will be lined with lanterns.

Because, it's the New Year!

PS: The cold code word is slow, this chapter is particularly painstaking, I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to the thousands of martyrs who died for the country!