On the first day of the ninth month, it is the rì of Fangshan Dayue. How much sweat and hardship the officers and soldiers of the young army shed and endured, it was all for this day.

The day before, the Quartermaster Bureau of the Young Army issued a brand-new armor blade, the officers and soldiers were wearing summer clothes before, and this time they were issued autumn clothes that they had received from the inner library some time ago, but in order to have a good view during the big parade, Wang Xian had been delaying until yesterday afternoon before issuing the armor, at this time, it naturally looked very bright and neat.

After a sumptuous breakfast, the sky was bright, and the officers and men formed a formation in front of the battalion, and Zhu Zhanji also put on a bright armor, rode a tall horse, stood heroically in front of the formation, and looked at his soldiers silently.

The soldiers also looked at their Highness, and were silent.

Zhu Zhan basically planned to give a speech to boost morale, but looking at these quiet soldiers, he suddenly realized in his heart, in fact, bold words are simply superfluous, because the soldiers have already paid too much for this moment, and they, like themselves, cannot tolerate the slightest mistake. After the last thousand words, he said in a deep voice: "Let's go"

The gate of the camp slowly opened, and the officers and men rushed out with swords and fishes, and their steps were neat and solemn, and they marched towards the Jinchuan Gate in the morning light.

At this time, inside and outside the capital, more than 100 large and small military camps have also opened the gates, and groups of Jīng Rui troops of the Ming Dynasty have walked out of the camp and exited the city from various city gates, like mighty long dragons, converging towards Fangshan.

On both sides of the royal road leading to Fangshan, there have long been three layers of defense lines inside and outside, there are sentry towers every fifty zhang, there are Jinyi captains staring at them upstairs, and there are also officers and soldiers standing downstairs, one by one pressing the hilt of the sword, standing upright, looking majestic and majestic.

Outside the defense line, there were hundreds of thousands of people in the capital who came to see the excitement early, and there were countless incense and candle desks to welcome the emperor.

At the right moment, the Gongchen platform in the city sounded three cannon sounds, followed by the bell and drum tower on the bell and drum tower, the temples and Taoist temples in the capital also responded together, singing and harmonizing with each other. Almost at the same time, the corners on both sides of the royal road sounded in unison, and the common people who were still making a lot of noise were silent all of a sudden, and they saw a thousand captains in brocade clothes, wearing flying fish suits, riding black sè war horses with clear water, lined up from the city gate. Those war horses were all strictly trained, and they all stepped on the drum when they walked, and the road made of new loess shook and trembled.

After the avant-garde, there is the emperor's honor guard composed of 1,080 Han generals, waving the dragon flag, the golden drum flag, the Cuihua flag, the golden flag, the golden lock, the standing melon, and the red stirrup to dazzle people. After the guard of honor, it was the Ming Emperor who was in the ranks of the generals and guards. Zhu Di did not ride Luanyu, he rode a giant horse that was a head taller than ordinary tall horses, wearing bright yellow armor, wearing the sword of the Son of Heaven at his waist, and looking at his people with blazing eyes. At this moment, thousands of riders are clustered around him, following him and guarding him, and the people of the capital are looking up to him, fragrant flowers and wine, looking at the dust and dancing. This scenery, this pomp, this supreme glory, only he can enjoy in the whole world

Whenever this happens, he will recall that in Beiping, in order to avoid being poisoned by his nephew, he pretended to be crazy, ate and drank urine; will also think of the tragedy of the three thousand armor soldiers who raised troops against their nephew's million-strong army; I will also think of the panic when I was cornered by the enemy again and again, and I almost wanted to swing my sword to pass myself...... Fortunately, I persevered, became a king and lost a king, and thousands of glory returned to one, and finally enjoyed the supreme of the world

Zhu Di looked at the Purple Mountain in the distance, where Emperor Taizu's filial piety tomb was located, under the command of the pro-guard army, this time his eyes were a little less fearful, a little more confident, father, father, you have a good look in the spirit of heaven, how the sons have built the country you created into the first prosperous era of cultural governance and martial arts. You'll regret your choice

The emperor retracted his gaze, the bright yellow silk silk silk was tied with a scarlet cloak, hunting and dancing in the autumn wind, and his thoughts also changed from demonstrating to his father and the emperor, returning to the real world. Zhu Di has long regarded the Warat Department entrenched in the Hetao as a great trouble, and naturally he can't ask for it.

To this end, he has ordered the troops in various places to intensify their training, and the household department to prepare military funds for the expedition of Kaichūn. In this context, this Fangshan exercise has a particularly great significance, and it cannot be routine. Thinking of this, Zhu Di sank down again, not knowing what he was thinking.

At noon, the holy driver arrived at Fangshan, thirty miles south of the Purple Mountain. Fang Mountain is not high, only dozens of zhang, the top of the mountain is flat, the four corners are square, the front of the mountain is a horse flat river, the vast is incomparable, just like a jade seal placed on the big case, it is also called the Tianyin Mountain, it is a good place for the army to be paraded.

And Xiaoling is at the southern foot of the Purple Mountain, if Emperor Taizu has eyes under the spring, he can see the scene of his good son parade of the three armies clearly, Zhu Di chose to parade here, but I am afraid that there is also this reason in it.

At this time, the top and bottom of Fangshan Mountain have become a mountain of soldiers, and the 48 guards of the Ming Jing Army, as well as the 160,000 squad troops from Zhongdu, Shandong, Henan, and Daning have taken turns to enter the Beijing Division, a total of 500,000 troops, and the range of tens of miles within a radius of dozens of miles has been impassable.

The emperor climbed the square mountain and looked around, only to see dozens of large armies lined up with flags, swords and guns like a forest, and the army was majestic and overwhelming. At this time, the band played a magnificent military music. In the sound of military music, the crown prince, dressed in military uniform, led his ministers to kneel three times and bow nine times and shout long live. The officers and men of the three armies also danced and worshipped with the dust, hundreds of thousands of people rumbled and knelt down, and the mountains roared and the tsunami rose:

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live"

In the deafening shouts, Zhu Di solemnly raised his hand to greet the three armies, and immediately, there was silence up and down the mountain.

"Soldiers" Zhu Di was angry and shouted loudly.

The echo of "Long live" is like a tsunami from a mountain.

As soon as Zhu Di raised his hand, the field gradually quieted down, only listening to the emperor's dantian qi, and the majestic voice resounded in the air:

"Today, I don't want this review to be just a false story, so I have to do things from the ground up. Let's line up the soldiers."

"Yes, yes," the officers and men responded in unison.

Zhu Di and the ministers stood on the square mountain, overlooking the Pingchuan in front of the mountain, only to see the fierce flags, the drum horns rumbling, hundreds of thousands of troops according to the three battalions of chariots, foot, and cavalry, divided into 36 roads, led by the generals of each road, around the square mountain dozens of miles in formation. After the formation was completed, the former famous generals left the formation and lined up on both sides of the parade platform, waiting for the review.

In the sound of the painting horn, the five hundred skinned drums rumbled. In this passionate drum music, Zhu Di was accompanied by the King of Han, the Marquis of Yangwu and other important generals, and went down the mountain to parade the lineup.

Zhu Di drove the giant horse and came to the front of the generals, and saw a young general wearing bright yellow armor, riding a snow-white jade lion under his crotch, standing heroically in the lead, just like himself thirty-six years ago, it was his grandson Zhu Zhanji

Zhu Di took a deep look at Zhu Zhanji and ranked him first in today's military parade, which was Zhu Di's meaning, that is, to see if his chosen heir could withstand such great pressure.

"The last general respectfully invites the emperor to parade" Zhu Zhanji led all the generals to turn over and dismount, Zhu Di nodded and said: "Wait for me to review the army"

"Obey" the generals got up and got on their horses together, followed Zhu Di in a mighty way, and walked around the camp all the way to read.

The first to bear the brunt is the young army in the first place, in fact, Zhu Di noticed this army as early as when he was on the mountain, not because it was Zhu Zhanji's army, but because this army was surprisingly silent. Hundreds of thousands of troops gathered at the foot of the mountain, and the neighing of people and horses was extremely noisy, but more than 10,000 people stood quietly without a sound.

This army made the emperor very curious, so when he approached, Zhu Di stared and saw rows of soldiers standing tall like javelins. Rows and columns are neatly aligned with each other, as if they had been cut with a ruler. Zhu Di had never seen an army standing so neatly, he deliberately stopped his horse and stared at them for a while, but saw that everyone did not move.

If it weren't for these people chanting long live together in the sound of the order, Zhu Di would even have to wonder if they were real people.

Although there were a lot of things to ask the grandson, hundreds of thousands of troops were read, and Zhu Di couldn't stay too long, so he rode his horse to the next army. The next one to be read is Jin Wuwei, as the name suggests, this army is in charge of Jin Wu, Su Wei Gongye, and the requirements for military appearance and posture are extremely harsh. Its soldiers were all carefully selected, the same high Angzang Han, and the task of standing guard for the emperor year after year was to stand guard. It naturally looks more powerful and majestic than the young army, but Zhu Di paid attention for a moment and found that these Jin Wuwei, who were standing guard, couldn't do it without moving, and it seemed that their concentration was not as good as the young army that had only been formed for a few months.

Continue to read, it is the flag guard, Yu Lin Wei, Yan Shanwei, Fu Junwei, Hu Ben Wei, Jinyi Wei, Teng Xiang Wei, Wu Xiang Wei, Wu Gong Wei, Yongqing Wei...... They are all the personal guards personally in charge of the emperor, the jīng rui of the Ming Dynasty, but when it comes to standing, they are not as good as Jin Wuwei, and naturally they can't compare with the young army.

Wait until you get to those places to come to the capital for rotation training! The class army, in Zhu Di's eyes, was even more loose and unpresentable, and after an hour, the emperor finished reading the army, and when he returned to Fangshan, his face looked like water, and he seemed to be a little unhappy in his heart.

Of course, the emperor didn't say anything, and no one dared to ask, and when the emperor stood still on the imperial platform, Zhu Gaoxu, the king of Han, shouted loudly: "Array"

The horn sounded loudly in the field, and hundreds of war drums sounded at the same time, and the sound of the drums reached the sky.

Under the guidance of a thousand military flags, all kinds of soldiers and horses began to march through Fangshan, the first formation was a young army that had only been established for a few months, a burly, armored knight, holding the military flag in front, behind him was a flag team of 500 people, the swords, guns, arrows, halberds, spears and stars in their hands, a vermilion pole, and a pure gold head, highlighting the identity of this army.

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