When the first rays of the morning sun shined, the suburbs of Nanjing resounded with the sound of a thick horn connecting the sky and the earth.

In the camp on the outskirts of Beijing, hundreds of thousands of sleeping athletes almost subconsciously rolled over from their beds, then put on armor and boots, tightened their straps, and picked up their helmets at the door of the dormitory.

The boxy five-story buildings, each corridor is almost densely packed but neatly orderly, running down the stairs briskly.

This group of soldiers, like a stream, eventually merged into the square to form a huge lake.

"Count!"

A flag officer with a watch in his hand shouted without looking up, and a group of soldiers shouted on the front side.

Ten people in a row, five in a row.

This is a compilation of a general flag.

"Good."

Hearing that the number of people was all there, the general flag of the same young man was very happy: "The horn has sounded until now, and the whole line has been completed in four minutes and twenty-four seconds, and the standard has been reached." ”

The young men in the queue were all expressions, but no one spoke, because around them, more and more comrades-in-arms were reporting one after another.

A general flag, a hundred households, a thousand households, a battalion, and finally converged into one guard after another.

The Nanjing Garrison Group Army, a full 300,000 soldiers, completed the final assembly.

This is the most powerful and elite army of the Ming Dynasty, and it is also an army armed to the teeth.

This group army had nine integrated divisions (33,000 men each) and three thousand households of men and cooks.

And every reorganized division has a fully equipped artillery battalion!

And the artillery battalion of 3,000 people has 600 artillery pieces of various calibers, and nine integrated divisions are 5,400 light and heavy artillery pieces of various sizes!

This is definitely a terrorist force that can destroy any country in this world.

The cost of feeding this army has even exceeded the income of the entire country in the thirty-first year of Hongwu.

Combined with military salaries, soldiers' food, artillery shells and bullets consumed for training, change of clothes, and large-scale drills every three months, the total expenditure in a year is nearly 40 billion!

On average, it cost each soldier 120,000 yuan, which is 120,000 taels of silver before the exchange system was changed.

In fact, this invincible army has not been on the battlefield for nearly ten years.

Every year, new recruits are enlisted, and veterans are discharged.

What remains unchanged is that none of the warriors have ever actually seen blood.

Due to the constraints of transportation, it is unrealistic to send this army to the Middle East, to Moscow, or to Arabia.

Perhaps it is precisely because of these factors that the cabinet has more than once wanted to cut some of its military spending and use the money saved each year to invest in domestic construction or education.

For this? The Cabinet does not know how many times it quarreled with the General Staff? How many times have the tables been lifted, and how many official robes have been torn? In the end, it was still a no-brainer.

Military spending remains high.

"Rather waste money on training? Nor must the lives of a soldier be wasted on the battlefield. ”

Zhu Yunwen threw out this sentence, and the cabinet never troubled the General Staff again.

Is there a reward for the effort? The elite of this army has long since ceased to be taken lightly with the traditional eyes of the ancient army.

300,000 athletes lined up in unison, but there was not a trace of chaos.

Quiet as a deep valley? The needle drop is alarming.

Tie Hyun stands on a high platform and looks at his watch? The hour hand was five minutes from seven o'clock.

Today is the first day of October, it is the big day when the Ming Dynasty officially moved the capital from Nanjing to Beijing, as early as dawn in the early morning, the lower-level officials below the fifth grade of the center have already embarked on the north-south interchange of the two Beijing expressway.

And they, the Nanjing Garrison Group Army? Will it also be from seven o'clock on the hour? Officially embarked on the road to the north, and from then on it will be renamed the Central Garrison Group Army.

"Click."

The second hand is crisp and clear, and time passes slowly in this sound.

Finally, when the hour hand hovers over the number seven? Tiehyun raised his head, almost using the strength of his entire life.

"Let's go!"

Outside the palace? Zhu Yunwen stepped on the pedal of the car wheel, straightening up? Looking back at the Chengtianmen behind him, his eyes were complicated.

Twenty-one years ago? He ascended the throne in this palace? Started a new chapter in his life.

Twenty-one years in one place? To say that there is no emotion is naturally a lie.

For a moment, Zhu Yunwen didn't even want to leave.

I stayed here until I was old and could no longer handle complicated state affairs, until I came to the end of my life.

But he was originally a homeless wanderer, whether it was Nanjing or Beijing, what difference did he make to himself.

"Emperor, get in the car."

Shuangxi was a little sentimental, and his voice trembled slightly: "The autumn wind in October is still cold, don't offend you." ”

"Let me take another look."

Zhu Yunwen raised his neck, and finally glanced at the huge portrait of himself on the tower of Chengtianmen City, as if his eyes were facing each other, Zhu Yunwen smiled, stepped on the leg on his foot and forced, and his whole body went up the stairs.

Sitting all the way inside, the twelve horses began to move slowly.

At the outermost periphery, thousands of brocade guards guarded the carriage on foot.

Long before Zhu Yunwen, the cabinet had already embarked on the journey to the north one step ahead, and the expressway between the north and south of Beijing was blocked and banned from traffic dozens of days in advance, and all sections of the road in the provinces along the way were checking the roadblocks and inspecting the roadbed, and even conducted a comprehensive investigation of whether there were village bandits and road tyrants in the mountains and wilderness along the road.

Make every effort to ensure that the relocation of the capital is smooth and that there is not even the slightest mistake.

It is precisely based on this that Zhu Yunwen does not need to send tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops near his driver's seat, even if it is just a few thousand brocade guards, it is a bit too much in Zhu Yunwen's eyes.

His heart is very steady.

Walking on Chang'an Street, sitting in the wheel, through the window of the carriage, Zhu Yunwen could already see hundreds of people gathered along the street.

chose such an early time, Zhu Yunwen didn't want to disturb the people, but after all, he still disturbed.

"The people in Nanjing know that the first day of October is the day of moving the capital, and many people have not slept as early as the night before, and have been guarding it."

There is no need for double happiness to report, Zhu Yunwen can see it himself.

He could see countless people holding their portraits with both hands, and he could also see countless people holding banners full of blessings written with words such as "Father's Holy Bow", "Father's Greetings", and "Father's Success".

These people may not dare to shout loudly in front of the holy car, but they are all waving their portraits or banners vigorously.

The people are using this way to send Zhu Yunwen.

And the vast majority of these people even have tears on their faces.

Everyone knows that the north and south capitals are thousands of miles apart, and if the capital is moved today, it may be difficult to see the emperor Zhu Yunwen for the rest of his life.

Even if Zhu Yunwen is in Nanjing, these people have very few opportunities to see it.

But as long as Zhu Yunwen is here, these people are inexplicably down-to-earth.

It's like Zhu Yunwen, the emperor, has been watching them from three feet above his head.

Today, when I went to Beijing, these people were like believers abandoned by the gods.

"Ten miles of long street to send the monarch's father, this is also destined to be a good story in green history."

Shuangxi sighed with emotion, and looked back and was shocked.

Because he actually saw Zhu Yunwen crying!

"For the sake of the people of this city, I must come back to see them again in the future."