On a small hill outside Kaifeng City, there are crowds.

The battalions of Shandong Town, the battalions of Baoding Soldiers, and the battalions of Henan Town have all selected the most elite and well-trained soldiers under their command to arrive here.

Now, they were wearing new dresses, each with a black cloth tied to their arms, straightened their waists, and looked solemnly at Zhu Cihong and the scene in front of Zhu Cihong.

Liu Quan was also standing in front of the barrels at this moment, and the gunners of the artillery battalion held their heads high, and their chests were surging with vigorous heat, containing a deep emotion.

When Zhu Cihong walked towards the highest platform step by step, the salute roared, and everyone saluted in unison.

"One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, the heroic spirit is here, and the lonely ......" Zhu Cihong climbed the stairs, climbed the platform step by step, stood in front of a white cloth, sighed softly, and wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a little choked, as if there was something blocked in his chest.

On the platform in front of us, there is a world of white cloth, which is the remains of the fallen soldiers who have been sorted out and put away. and many more that could not be sorted out, so that they could only be burned into ashes, or an empty little box with a garment. These are all the heroes and martyrs who died in this battle.

On Zhu Cihong's side, the generals of Shandong Town stood left and right, and the civil and military forces of Henan who heard the news were all in place except for Zhu Gongfang, the king of Zhou, who was inconvenient to come in person. On the side, Lao Seventeen gently stroked his hand on the white cloth, he knew that this was the body of his old friend Lao Yangzi.

And today, Zhu Cihong is standing here to attend this ceremony of the fallen martyrs.

Originally, this was a small memorial service organized by several Shandong town generals. This is a habit in Shandong Town. But when Zhu Cihong asked, it became the most important ceremony in Kaifeng City. Up to the prince's mansion, Henan governor Kaifeng Mansion. The generals and non-commissioned officers of each battalion all used twelve points of thought to prepare for this scene.

Now. In front of Zhu Cihong, a huge stone tablet more than a foot high was pulled by several wrestlers and stood in the center of the platform.

Looking at this scene, Zhu Cihong suddenly walked in front of the second body.

This is Liu Zeqing's body.

From the war to the present, since Linqing, this name has surrounded Zhu Cihong's ears, appearing from time to time, from bad to good, and now the feeling left in Zhu Cihong's heart has become extremely complicated.

Liu Zeqing is undoubtedly a cowardly person. He was greedy for money. Lustful and afraid of death. It can be said to be the most typical example of traditional military generals.

But when Liu Zeqing entered Zhu Cihong's camp half desperately and half resignedly, Liu Zeqing gradually regained the appearance of a soldier.

On the third day of Zhu Cihong's military order, Qi Xian was already wounded, and only Liu Zeqing commanded the third battalion of the infantry in Shandong Town.

When the thief army attacked and the barracks were in danger, Liu Zeqing forgot his fear of death and chose the bravery that a soldier should have.

Liu Zeqing is very aware of his prestige, in order to boost morale. He chose to attack in person.

He had overcome fear and did not die on the battlefield.

But Liu Zeqing never expected that he would eventually die in the military hospital because of his first injury and infection.

Zhu Cihong turned around and walked onto the platform. Looking at the stairs, the eyes that looked over one by one, and my heart suddenly became a little blocked. It took a long time for me to have some thoughts that I wanted to speak.

"First of all, all the subjects of the Empire present here are invited to stand in solemnity. Salute to the heroic martyrs who fell in action. After Zhu Cihong finished speaking, he faced the white cloth world. Take a deep bow.

Gao Mingheng, the governor of Henan, who was present, felt particularly novel.

He was not allowed to come, and after the concept of emphasizing literature and suppressing military force was engraved in his bones, he didn't care how many soldiers died. But when several celebrities in Kaifeng City also participated, Gao Mingheng didn't know why, and the ghost sent the gods to come.

Now, when he felt such a solemn atmosphere and solemn ceremony, Gao Mingheng suddenly had a little realization.

"Strong Army...... Sure enough, it's not for nothing. Gao Mingheng muttered in his heart. was treated so solemnly by Zhu Cihong, and regarded as a national soldier. How can these soldiers not repay with death?

It's just that Gao Mingheng still doesn't understand.

What is Zhu Cihong doing this for?

Doing so subverts the Ming tradition of emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts!

Thinking of this, Gao Mingheng suddenly felt a little resistant in his heart.

With different thoughts, everyone on the field stared at Zhu Cihong, waiting for Zhu Cihong to continue.

"Today, Zhu Cihong, the crown prince of the Ming Empire, stands here, facing the 3,293 martyrs who died in front of him, and there are some words surging in my heart, making it difficult for my emotions to calm down. Now I will speak these things to all the people of the world. Zhu Cihong's voice was very slow, with a simple and unadorned innocence.

"The land where we stand is a land of ancient vicissitudes, this is the land of the Central Plains, and it is the original home of all Chinese children. Since the beginning of the world, thousands of years have passed since the ancestors of the summer time cut through thorns and thorns, drove wild beasts out of the deep forest, established a world and established a world, and became a civilized world. In the past thousands of years, our homeland, nation, and country have experienced countless disasters and even world-destroying crises. However, whether it is the dog Rong into the pickaxe, or the five chaotic flowers after the well-dressed southern crossing. Even after experiencing the disaster of the fall of the Han family such as the Yuan Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, we still stand tall on the land of China, proud of the visitors from the world, and proudly praise our prosperity and civilization. And these, I don't know if anyone has thought about it. What is it that gives us all this to be proud of? ”

Zhu Cihong's question made many people present stunned.

Gao Mingheng intuitively felt that this question was directed at him.

In other words, it is aimed at all those who are literate and hyphenate and can think about the essence of thought.

"Daotong!" Gao Mingheng vaguely felt these two words in his heart.

Perhaps, this is the source of all Zhu Cihong's code of conduct.

In Zhu Cihong's own words, these are the three views.

"All the proud achievements of civilization cannot boast of meritorious deeds on managers, so today, I do not praise the three emperors and five emperors, and I do not praise the civil and military officials. I would say those who built it all, who guarded it all. And we, the so-called officials on the pastoral side, have more merits lying on the basis of their disrespect. ”

"Farmers grow grains, fruits and vegetables to feed the world. Workers build house utensils and rebuild them. Warriors guard their homes and take care of it all. It is precisely because of these existence that we can truly support an empire that we are proud of. ”

"All the warriors who lie here fight to protect all that is good in such a proud country. They are not fighting for someone, nor are they fighting for a certain number of money. It was only under my enlightenment that they understood what to protect and the reason for pride. So in the midst of the battle, they fought unto the death. They deserve the title of a hero. Zhu Cihong's voice was clear and resounded in everyone's hearts. (To be continued.) )

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