Chapter 2142 National Martyrdom

The sun popped out from the horizon.

The orange-red color immediately stained the clouds on the horizon, and the orange-red color gradually jumped as if struggling.

The emperor came in person, which was a great honor.

"Open the door!"

Two soldiers walked to the front of the gate and pulled it open with force.

The door hinge was oiled, so it was almost silent.

The gate opened, and a cold wind rushed out.

Inside the gate was a stone tablet covered with cloth.

"Boom!"

A cannon shot from the side, and Zhang Fu walked in slowly. He stood on the side and carefully uncovered the cloth.

There was an imperial pen on it!

——Soul, come back and bless my country!

"Boom!"

The sound of cannons began to continue.

In the interval, a team of soldiers with naked upper bodies and knives in their hands slowly walked over.

The big drums were ready on both sides, and with the sound of gently tapping on the edge of the big drum, they roared.

"Boom!"

The powerful drum sounded, and the team of soldiers stopped and raised their heads together.

Their faces were smeared with black lines, which made them look more primitive and wild.

The first sergeant raised his right hand and sang loudly: "Cao Wu Ge Xi was wearing a rhinoceros armor..."

Thirty-six sergeants sang in unison: "Cao Wu Ge Xi was wearing a rhinoceros armor..."

"National martyrdom!"

Yang Rong's eyes shrank and he whispered.

He was surrounded by civil officials, and at this moment, they were all whispering, whispering in surprise.

Who chose it?

And this tune!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Those soldiers waved their long swords vigorously, as if they were enemies who could not reconcile with each other.

The drums were powerful, and their singing was equally powerful.

The sound of artillery had stopped, and the fields were silent. The awakening city of Beiping was suppressed, leaving only these powerful sounds.

"The wheels of the chariots were crossed and the short weapons were connected..."

Holding weapons and wearing armor, they fought hard with their comrades in the enemy and us.

Fang Xing was a little dazed. He remembered the fight in Jiaozhi. It was awkward. It was the first battle between himself and the Jubaoshan Qianhu.

It was panic. Only he was confident, and uneasy confidence.

Then he won the first victory. This was a battle that laid the foundation for the strong army of Jubaoshan.

The soldiers' steps were heavy, and they seemed to be trudging through the mud, just like the difficulty of Ming Dynasty to take back the Central Plains from the hands of the Mongols.

"The flags cover the sun and the enemies are like clouds, the arrows are flying and the soldiers are vying for the first place..."

The drumbeats gradually became more rapid, as if the two armies were fighting, and arrows were flying in the air.

"The left horse was killed and the right horse was injured..."

"The two wheels are tied to four horses, and the jade drumsticks are used to beat the drums..."

The upper bodies of those soldiers gradually lowered, and their faces showed pain.

The drumbeats became more and more rapid, and the powerful rhythm made people's hearts unable to bear this rhythm, as if they would jump out of their mouths in the next moment.

Zhu Zhanji looked at it with a serious face. He listened to the gradually rapid breathing behind him, and nodded slightly, very satisfied with this arrangement.

The army is blood!

Whether it is hot-blooded or cold-blooded, killing is the eternal theme.

Defending the country is a very good concept. If you kill for this purpose without hesitation, you will be blessed by the gods.

"The sky is against the mighty spirit, and the severe killing abandons the wilderness. You can't go in and out, and you can't go back. The plain is suddenly far away..."

Once you go, you don't plan to look back. When you come back, maybe there is only an urn of ashes, or a piece of clothing, or a broken long knife...

There are people approaching outside in the distance, and they are intercepted by the soldiers.

"Carrying a long sword and holding a Qin bow, the head and body are separated, and the heart is not punished..."

This is the cry of the soldiers, and Zhang Fu and others are moved.

"Since you are brave and brave, you will be strong and can't be bullied..."

"When the body is dead, the spirit is spiritual, and the soul is determined to be a ghost hero!"

The drum beats slowly, one by one, as if trying to beat something out.

The soldiers' movements gradually slowed down, and they sang loudly while walking towards the gate.

Who said that China has no vigor?

National mourning!

This is a sacrificial song from a distant period.

Singing at this time, the heroic spirit of the Warring States Period and the unyielding spirit of the Ming Dynasty are seamlessly integrated.

"When the body dies, the spirit becomes a spirit, and the soul becomes a ghost hero!"

The soldiers repeated the last sentence, and the warriors present followed and sang loudly, and the sound resounded through the sky.

Yang Pu watched this scene numbly, with the singing in his ears. He glanced secretly to the left.

Huang Huai looked a little dazed, as if he was recalling something.

Yang Pu's body unconsciously went out a little, and saw the expressions of more people in front.

Jin Youzi was in a daze, clenching his fists.

Yang Shiqi was also recalling, and his eyes seemed a little red.

Yes! He followed Emperor Wen on many northern expeditions and saw those tragic battles. The national mourning song and dance in front of him moved him emotionally.

Yang Rong was also somewhat absent-minded, and he also recalled the wars of the past.

He closed his eyes, and recalled the heroic charge of Emperor Wen himself against the enemy, and the shouts and the splashing blood...

"When the body dies, the spirit becomes a spirit, and the soul becomes a ghost hero!"

The team of soldiers knelt on one knee outside the gate, with their long swords at their sides, their heads lowered, and their voices gradually became inaudible.

"Fire the cannon!"

Amidst this inaudible voice, a sharp shout rang out.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The sound of dense artillery suddenly came, and several civil servants who were in a trance were startled and could not help but hide behind. When they found out that it was the firing of cannons, they forced themselves to remain calm and tried their best to hide their shame.

What a shame!

"Enter the tablets!"

Fang Xing shouted, and then a team of soldiers appeared from the back.

Each of them held a tablet and lined up to enter.

A team of Taoist priests came out from inside, stood in front, and began to welcome the spirits.

There were many tablets. After the first batch of soldiers came out, they had to run the second and third rounds...

These were just the tablets of the martyred soldiers whose names were found out. There was also a large tablet inside, which was set up for those soldiers who died in obscurity, so that they could also enjoy the offerings of the country's fortune.

"Boom!"

The sound of cannons continued, which was what Fang Xing insisted on.

At the beginning, some people said that the sound of cannons would scare away the heroic spirits, but Fang Xing said that the heroic spirits would naturally not be afraid of the sound of cannons, but would only be happy.

The tablets were sent in one after another, and the sound of cannons continued.

Shen Yao looked at the endless artillery team behind him and whispered: "Arrange it, and prepare the spare cannons. Don't let the cannons stop when they can't be fired!"

Amid the sound of cannons, the tablets were finally placed.

Zhu Zhanji walked over, and a Taoist priest presented a stick of incense. He held it with both hands, nodded slightly, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

As an emperor, he has done everything he can.

He turned around, and all the warriors bowed in respect.

He nodded slightly, then got on the horse, and was escorted to the imperial city by people.

Zhang Fu and others began to offer sacrifices, with a lot of etiquette, which was not something Fang Xing could interfere with.

He walked in and went all the way to the main hall.

This was just a main hall for placing tablets, and incense was lingering inside.

Through the incense, the densely placed tablets looked a little blurry...