Zhu Youzhen finally grabbed the hand of the young wounded, clapped his hands gently, and comforted him in a gentle tone: "Of course you are not a wasted person, you have defended this country with your life, which proves that you are the most valuable asset of this country... You have to relax and take care of your illness, and strive for an early recovery, and when you recover, the country still needs you to devote yourself to a new post to build our country. ”

At the moment when he comforted the young wounded, he didn't mention the word Daming, and his heart temporarily forgot about the struggle between those Henan gentry and the Donglin party.

Under his comfort, the young wounded, who seemed to be on the verge of despair about the future, somewhat regained some vitality. His eyes, which were originally covered with a layer of gray color, became slightly brighter, and his pale cheeks were a little more flushed, and his reply to Chongzhen became powerful.

However, at this time, Zhu Youzhen's heart was full of complex and incomprehensible emotions. When he entered the hospital just now, he mainly thought that he wanted to win the hearts of the army by giving cordial condolences to these wounded. Let the soldiers in the camp in the northern suburbs support themselves from the bottom of their hearts.

It was precisely because he was thinking a little complicated that he had inspected several wards before, and even if he saw many soldiers with mutilated limbs, he had never felt the real mood of the wounded now, just like the young wounded man's worries about his future.

But when he heard the young wounded's question and looked into his eyes, Zhu Youzhen finally reacted, every wounded person in front of him was a living person, not an unconscious NPC.

He did not regret that he mobilized the Ming army to fight this battle with the Chahar Mongol tribe outside the Datong Pass, after all, after the other party subdued the right-wing Mongolian tribes, he would turn his target to the territory of the Ming Dynasty, which could not have been unexpected by him.

He was now ashamed that he had been asking these soldiers to fight to defend their homeland, but he had never promised them what kind of homeland they would defend.

Zhu Youzhen signaled the young wounded man to lie down and not exercise vigorously, and by the way, he pulled the quilt for him, and then slowly straightened up, and looked around the room for a week before he began to say: "Not only this wounded, but all the soldiers who shed blood and sacrificed for the country will be properly arranged by the state." I can make an oath hereby as proof of this..."

The emperor's public commitment touched both the wounded in the room and those in the walkway outside. And the assurances made by Chongzhen soon spread throughout the entire ward area where the wounded lived. Many of the injured who have mutilated their limbs are also worried about what their future will be.

In order to welcome the emperor's inspection and condolences, they have been forcing a smile and hiding their worries. But after hearing the news, they finally smiled from the bottom of their hearts.

The wounded, who originally looked a little stiff and dull when they saw the emperor, are now happy to get close to Chongzhen. When Zhu Youzhen inspected all the wards and shook hands with more than 300 wounded people one by one, he felt that his hands were a little numb.

By the time he finished his condolences to the wounded and left the hospital, two hours had passed. Yu Zhigao, who was waiting a little anxiously at the entrance of the hospital, saw Chongzhen and Sun Chengzong coming out of the hospital, hurriedly trotted forward, and said to Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, everything has been prepared for the public sacrifice event, and the auspicious time has arrived, just wait for Your Majesty to move there." ”

Under the leadership of Yu Zhigao, Chongzhen, Sun Chengzong and other officials hurried away in the direction of the big school.

In today's Daxiao grounds, a nine-step platform was built on the north side. On the west side of the high platform is a long bamboo and wood canopy, and on the long table under the shed are placed a number of altars of ashes of fallen soldiers, and a spiritual tablet is erected in front of each altar.

From the dispatch of troops a few months ago to the defeat of Lin Dan Khan, the Ming army had paid a total of 1,239 soldiers and soldiers, while the people had also suffered 647 casualties.

The rows of spiritual seats on the long table in this shed really make people feel inexplicable pressure. In front of these spiritual seats, a group of monks and fellow Taoists were reciting transcendent scriptures and performing rituals without interfering with each other.

Above the high platform is a large white flag, about the size of which is sewn from three pieces of cloth. In front of the white flag, there is a large red lacquer case, and above it are three animals boiled after slaughter, as well as a jar of wine.

On the east side of the platform, there were rows of circle chairs, but no one was seated at this time. Several officials of the Ministry of Rites who presided over the memorial service stood on the edge of the high platform, looking at the hour while anxiously looking towards the entrance of the school field, for fear that the emperor would come too late and delay the auspicious time.

And in front of the high platform, there is now a crowd of black presses. Among the soldiers who returned from the expedition, the various units of the Beijing camp, the three battalions of the New Army, and the families of those who died in battle, about 30,000 or 40,000 people stood in front of the high platform.

Except for the cries of some bereaved family members and the chanting of monks and Taoists, there are hardly any other noises heard in today's Daxiao field.

After Zhu Youzhen, Sun Chengzong and other high-ranking officials and important ministers arrived, the sergeants at the scene were slightly confused for a moment, and then quieted down again, waiting for the emperor to order the start of the public sacrifice.

Zhu Youzhen did not hesitate to look at the tens of thousands of soldiers in front of him, and as soon as he stopped, he gave a few orders to the official of the Ministry of Rites, so today's public sacrifice began with the appearance of the chief priest.

The ceremony lasted a full hour, and Chongzhen stood from beginning to end, never sitting down for a moment. Although Chongzhen did not give an order to this, with him personally as an example, those officials had to stand to complete the entire process of public sacrifice.

Chongzhen's unconventional behavior was secretly remembered by many soldiers, and after the completion of the public memorial ceremony, Zhu Youzhen slowly walked on stage to prepare to complete the last item, praised these sacrificed soldiers, and encouraged the soldiers in the audience to learn from them.

For this speech, the Hanlin Academy has already written a copy according to his request. When he got his hands on it in the morning, he thought it was a good speech. These Hanlin scholars finally figured it out, gave up the ornate classical Chinese, and wrote a vernacular lecture for him.

But after coming out of the hospital, Zhu Youzhen's mind always appeared in the eyes of the young wounded. Thinking of those eyes, he felt that this speech was too empty and weak.

He called these soldiers to the battlefield, but he never really explained to them what kind of existence was the country they wanted to defend and establish.

He seems to be too addicted to political scheming and selfish deeds, with an empty slogan to protect the family and defend the country, coupled with material security, can these soldiers be willing to give their lives?

In this day and age, even the most common cold can take a person's life. Although he is a great tomorrow, he also has no privilege in the face of illness.

Although Chongzhen in history was healthy and able to live to commit suicide in the Ming Dynasty, it does not mean that he can do the same.

Zhu Youzhen suddenly felt that he should say something to these soldiers. These soldiers proved their loyalty to their future with their performance on the battlefield.

So why can't he tell them what is in his heart? Zhu Youzhen felt that at the very least, these soldiers should be let know what the country they wanted to defend with their lives was.

Tens of thousands of people looked at the emperor who had ascended the high platform, waiting for the young emperor to say something to them. But Chongzhen took out a speech and read it for a long time, but he didn't say a word, which made the soldiers below a little puzzled.

But soon they saw that the emperor on the stage suddenly put away the speech in his hand, put his hands behind his back, looked at the audience and began to speak.

"Last year, because the emperor's brother was sick and died, he entrusted this Daming Society to me. Since I ascended the throne for a year, I have been trembling and not daring to slack off on weekdays, for fear of violating the trust of the former emperor's brother.

I am the Son of Heaven, and I am commanded by Heaven to govern all the peoples. But I often think, what is this day? ”

Zhu Youzhen spoke very slowly on the stage, and every time he said a word, dozens of soldiers with clear voices and loud voices spread his words to the crowd in all directions.

Although most of the soldiers in the audience received the literacy activity, they did not know much about the meaning of Chongzhen's words. However, they continued to listen very carefully, wanting to hear what the emperor said about the heavens.

Zhu Youzhen continued while sorting out his thoughts: "..."Shangshu" has a saying: "Heaven sees itself as the people, and the sky listens to itself and the people listen. Therefore, the will of heaven is the will of the people. But why the people?

Citizens or Scholars? Is it farming? Is it work? Is it a business? I think that Shinong and industry are all people, but not necessarily all people.

My Emperor Taizu Gao once said: Give Benhuai the right cloth, because of the chaos in the world, lead the people to cross the river and protect the people. In a word, expel the Hulu and restore China.

It can be seen that only by protecting our Chinese nation and not being bullied by Hu Lu can we call it a people. For example, if the Jin people killed the loyal Qin Yu, the Song people who destroyed the Song Dynasty, Zhang Hongfan, and the national thieves who betrayed the Ming Dynasty, Li Yongfang and Sun Degong in Liaodong, can they be called the people?

No matter what kind of background of Shinong industry and commerce, only those who love my Ming can be called the people of my Ming Dynasty, and I think they can be called the people.

It was precisely because of the defense of the people that my Emperor Taizu Gao was ordered by heaven to establish my Ming Dynasty. Therefore, I think that the world of my Ming Dynasty is the world of the people.

Whoever stands on the side of the people and defends the people is a part of the people. Whoever harms the interests of the people is the enemy of the Ming Dynasty.

You soldiers defended the Ming Dynasty with their lives on the battlefield, so you are one of the people. If anyone harms your interests, it harms the interests of the people, and no matter who they are, no matter how powerful they are, I will fight with you..."