Kunming under the Mid-Autumn Festival in the third year of Jianwen, because of the existence of Zhu Yunwen and became very lively, together with the Yan Wang Zhu Di, Xiping Hou Musheng, and the political envoy Jian Ding, who were stationed in the former Annan Kingdom and are now Jiaozhi Chengxuan Political Envoy Division, all came to Kunming to meet Zhu Yunwen and celebrate together.

Outside the city of Kunming set up a big camp, nearly 100,000 Ming elites are stationed here again, there is a high platform in the north of the big camp, it took more than a month to build, it is said to be a high platform, more like a palace sitting in the north facing the south.

From the steps at the bottom of the temple to climb the steps, there is a platform at the height of more than three zhang, the two sides are placed on the case, ten people can sit, the case is still a step to the north, there are more than 20 steps after is a small temple, wooden is built, standing in front of the temple, can overlook the school field where hundreds of thousands of troops are assembled.

Just after the time, the sun moved westward, and the horn sounded loudly in the barracks, and more than 100,000 Daming athletes poured out of their self-operated tents, gathering in the school field, only standing neatly and neatly, and they all held their breath and were silent.

There are marching drums around the school field, more than ten shirtless strong men hold double hammers, beat the drums and sound, and more than ten people appear from the top hall, all of them are heavy generals of the Ming Dynasty wearing helmets and armor, and they go down the stairs, walk to the platform, and look at the army.

Zhu Di, the king of Yan, stood in the first position, and behind him were lined up Mu Sheng, Ma Dajun, Zhu Gaoxu and other fierce generals who went south to fight, as well as civil officials such as Jian Ding and Zhang Zhen, who were political envoys of the two provinces.

Zhu Yunwen created a Ming Empire system, a stable number of small countries in the southwest, for this reason, the happy Zhu Yunwen will take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival to hold a celebration banquet, and by the way, even the meritorious generals of the southwest war will also be rewarded in place.

Zhu Di glanced at the more than 100,000 elite divisions under the high platform, and then turned his head to look at the palace at the top, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The emperors of all dynasties regarded the opening of territory as the highest glory, and they were happy to carry out the war again and again, but only the nephew behind him always had some measures that ordinary people could not understand.

But no matter what, after getting the southwest, it swallowed the entire Annan country, adding millions of Ji Dingkou, and after such a long time of slaughter and war, the natives who would rather die than die as slaves in Annan died under the knife of Siam and other countries, leaving all the Ming people obedient.

With this merit alone, it is enough for Zhu Yunwen to eat for a lifetime.

As for the Ming Empire system?

However, after a few battles, and not even a forced landing in any country, these six countries willingly lowered their heads and joined in the grand cause outlined by Zhu Yunwen for them.

With the blood of 10,000 or 20,000 soldiers, in exchange for the overall planning of the affairs of the six countries, the resources, wealth and military strength of these countries are held in the palm of the hand at will.

In exchange for the greatest return at the lowest price, this is the means of his nephew.

If Zhu Yunwen knew the amazement in Zhu Di's heart, he would definitely be secretly happy, this is the importance of broadening his horizons, the ancients had the ability, but the horizon was really narrow.

Frontier expansion is a great achievement, but it is too dependent on productivity.

In the days when there were no railroad trains and planes, when there were no peaceful little boys and heavy machine guns, the farther away from the center, the more difficult it was to rule.

Relying on cold weapons, in the deep mountains and dense forests of these countries in South Asia, in which year and month can the population of this land be emptied? Rather than spend time and effort killing a piece of barren land to occupy it, it is better to lure them out of the hole with a piece of food, as the hunter does, and then throw the food into the hole of another beast, let them bite each other, and finally the hunter will be enough.

The drums became more and more urgent, and a figure in the main hall finally walked out, facing the westward sunset, and slowly appeared in the eyes of countless people.

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

From Zhu Di down, no one in the school field stood up, all of them clicked on one knee and sang long live in unison.

The sound is like a muffled thunder, which makes people can't help but roar in their ears and boil their blood.

"My soldiers, my sons and daughters of the Ming Dynasty, today is the golden autumn, and it is a good day for my nation-state, so get up and spend the festival with me."

The only advantage of a high platform is that the sound can travel far away.

Standing on the viewing platform nearly six feet high, Zhu Yunwen held his breath and shouted, it may not be possible for all 100,000 people to hear it, but it was enough for the group of athletes closest to the high platform to hear it, the front army got up, and the people behind also stood up.

"Take a seat."

Zhu Yunwen waved his hand, and at the platform in the middle of the high platform, Zhu Di and the other members thanked them in unison, but seeing that Zhu Yunwen did not sit down, they continued to pestle, where did they dare to sit.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I drink with all the generals and soldiers."

Zhu Yunwen raised his glass, more than ten people were busy at the same time, and the 100,000 sons on the school field did not have this treatment, how could they really drink at this time, at most, after the emperor left, they could drink two sips when they returned to their respective camps.

"I had a belly of flowery rhetoric to congratulate the festival, but after all, in autumn, no amount of wishes can cover the withering of everything."

Zhu Yunwen took a bowl of wine, but sighed.

"In this southwest war, a total of 27,428 sons of my Ming Dynasty could not return to their homeland, and tens of thousands of people were slightly or seriously injured, just like this scattered fallen leaves, leaving their companions, friends, and relatives.

The atmosphere on the high platform suddenly became silent because of Zhu Yunwen's words, and no one would have thought that Zhu Yunwen would talk about such a sad thing on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"The ancients were prepared for danger in peace, which means that on the day of stability, we should think more about the time of danger, so that the country has a sense of urgency, and do not forget to be angry and strong, and I will set the National Day as a congratulatory ceremony for martial arts, which is to hope that my people of the Ming Dynasty will think more about the ancestors and martyrs who shed blood and sacrificed for our nation every National Day!

Today, I feast with you, one is to celebrate the festival, and the other is to pacify the nations; However, whether it is a festival or a meritorious service, it is because of the bloody struggle of these tens of thousands of sons and daughters that we have celebrated at this time. ”

Zhu Yunwen poured a full wine glass and sprinkled it on the high platform, and Shuangxi behind him took out a piece of holy decree and presented it to Zhu Yunwen, who took the scroll and read it.

"In the autumn of the third year of Wei Ming Jianwen, on August 15, I was the emperor of Ming Jianwen and made a sacrifice. Enjoying the affairs of the old king, the Ming Dynasty general school heroic spirit said:

This battle expedition to the southwest, due to the chaos of Fanbang, the tail to raise demons, steal the wolf's heart and chaos.

I blessed the Mandate of Heaven, asked about the sin and famine, and made a big move to eliminate the enemy army. The male army gathered, and the wild ice disappeared, only to hear the sound of breaking the bamboo, which is the momentum of the lost ape.

The soldiers are all heroes of Kyushu; Bureaucrats and generals are all heroes from all over the world. You may be hit by the arrows, and the soul will drown in the spring; or be wounded by the sword, and return to the long night.

If you are born, you will be brave, and if you die, you will become famous. Today, the triumphant song wants to return, the peace is coming, you and other heroic spirits are still there, and prayers will be heard.

Follow me to raise the flag, chase my parts, return to the kingdom together, and recognize each of them to their hometown. Steamed by flesh and bones, led by the sacrifice of the family, do not be a ghost in a foreign land, but a soul in a foreign land.

I should show my merits, in the ancestral temple, you and other families are full of grace, give food and clothing every year, give you a month, and repay you with this to comfort your heart.

The living are both majestic and mighty, and the dead are also returned to the king, chatting about Dancheng and paying tribute to Chen. Woohoo is still feasting. ”

Zhu Di and the others were suddenly shocked, they never expected that Zhu Yunwen would read the memorial on August 15, and they were busy bowing to the ground.

"My Emperor is gracious."

With the supreme position of the emperor, reading the sacrificial texts in person, what a special honor for the dead soldiers?

"My Emperor's Mercy!!"

The faces of the 100,000 athletes were congested, and they fell to the ground excitedly and could not hold themselves.

Putting the holy decree back on the imperial case, Zhu Yunwen shouted: "Every festive season, I miss my relatives, today because of my Xing Wangshi, more than 20,000 sons of my Ming Dynasty, buried in a foreign land, although I can't bring the corpses of the soldiers back to my hometown, but I can take their heroic spirits home!" ”

"Long live my emperor!"

A celebration banquet that should have been sung turned into a memorial service because of Zhu Yunwen's sudden sacrifice, but it made the Ming generals and soldiers even more excited, which shows that the emperor has been concerned about them! Treat them as people!

Die for such an emperor, it's worth it!

Regardless of whether this is Zhu Yunwen, the emperor, is playing a political show, this hand alone has made the hundreds of thousands of troops who have been baptized by the idea of loyalty to the monarch for many years even more fanatical.

Zhu Yunwen held the wine bowl high and drank it all, imitating Cao Mengde's short song line of Tongque Tai, singing.

"The summers are a thousand years;

The ancestor of civilization, from Yanhuang.

Cangjie makes words, and the strokes are square;

The ancestors weaved silkworms and got clothes.

Two weeks of fixed ceremony, Qin and Han Dynasty expanded the territory;

Qin ruled the universe, and the Han destroyed Baiqiang.

Poetry and lyrics echo in the ears;

The Sui and Tang dynasties are bold and sonorous.

is upright, Wengong Tianxiang;

The east slope sings and walks on the river.

The bloody battle of Xiangyang, Sichuan was killed;

Jumping into the sea from the cliff mountain, the country was ruined.

Fortunately, there is Taizu, from the cold wall;

The expulsion of the Tartars is the hope of all the peoples.

The ancestors are majestic, reshaping the Yanhuang;

Bless me Daming, eternal prosperity! ”

Zhu Yunwen's short song walks the impassioned Jiangyang rut, from the beginning of the Chinese ancestors to the founding of the Ming Dynasty, in one go. The article is a little less plain, but it is more easy to understand, so that every Ming Erlang can understand, listen with honor, and listen to it with enthusiasm.

"The ancestors are majestic, reshaping the yellow and the yellow. Bless me Daming, eternal prosperity! ”

100,000 people sang three times, and the atmosphere was so hot that martial artists such as Zhu Gaoxu and Ma Dajun almost wanted to burn themselves.

"Smack!"

Zhu Yunwen smashed the wine bowl to the ground.

"The Ming army is mighty, the Ming is mighty!"

"My Emperor is mighty!"

Zhu Yunwen drank again: "Long live the Ming army, long live the Ming Dynasty!" ”

"Long live my emperor, long live!"

Looking at the high-spirited Zhu Yunwen on the high platform, Zhu Di buried his head in the dust.

Today's Zhu Yunwen has planted his imperial style in the hearts of the Ming soldiers.

Except for the resurrection of Taizu, no one in the world dares to disobey the authority of the emperor.

Zhu Yunwen has already ignited the divine fire and turned into a god!

Since then, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the common people have all been integrated into Zhu Yunwen's imperial body.

One person is the world, and one person is the country!