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Watching the soldiers kneel down on one knee to Wu Zheng in unison, "I am willing to serve my life for my lord!" ”

This kind of unanimous oath made Wu Zheng and Chen Sheng look at each other in surprise.

There was a strange feeling that rippled in the hearts of the two.

They all strongly realized that the patchwork team in front of them had already taken on an elite appearance after this fiery tempering.

Not only that, but each of the five hundred and eighty-seven men has a desire for victory.

has the resentment of the Tartars and the courage to fight without fear of death.

Because it has a soul, no, to be precise, it should be called a military soul.

An army with a soul, immortal! Indestructible!

……。

When the good news reached Shaoxing Mansion.

Zhu Yihai had already left with the officials who were willing to follow him and went to the dock.

Those who stayed were shocked, and no one believed this good news.

Zhang Guowei didn't believe it.

Qian Sule didn't believe it.

Even Zhang Huangyan didn't believe it.

More than 1,000 infantry, with less than 600 casualties, completely annihilated a thousand Tartar cavalry?

After the Qing army moved south, the Ming Dynasty did not win a few battles.

Of the victories that can be counted on a broken finger, which one is not one or two times more casualty than the Tartar?

It's not a victory, it's a miracle!

But will miracles still appear on Da Ming's head?

Unlike Zhang Guowei and others, Zhu Yujiao burst into tears when she heard the good news.

She believes!

Even if the good news said that Wu Zheng led the army to fight the Qiantang River, she believed it!

Trust is a feeling.

Conditional trust is not called trust, it is called obedience.

Unconditional trust is true trust, also known as blind obedience.

Blind obedience is not a derogatory term, it is a neutral term.

In a pejorative sense, it can be interpreted as foolish loyalty.

In a positive sense, it can be interpreted as sustenance.

Zhu Yujiao is not blindly obedient to Wu Zheng, let alone foolish loyalty.

Then there is only spiritual sustenance.

She believes that there are warriors in this world who can turn the tide.

She trusted Akito to defeat the Tartars after all.

She believes that Daming can be reborn from the ashes.

If even this trace of trust does not exist, Zhu Yujiao doesn't know why she is still alive.

It's better to be alive than dead.

……。

When he heard the good news, Zhu Yihai was boarding the ship.

After listening to the good news, Zhu Yihai's face was very complicated.

It's so complex that it could be described as ever-changing.

The faces of the officials who boarded the ship with him were also very complicated.

But they then attacked Wu Zheng with the most vicious words.

"Lie."

"Yes, it must be a lie."

"There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not firm."

"It can't be a good killing, right?"

"How could this happen? Even those who have never led soldiers know that this is impossible. ”

"Your Highness, you should punish Wu Zheng for the crime of lying about the military situation."

"Yes, this wind must not last. Not only to cure Wu Zheng's crime of lying and retribution, but also to sit in the Wu family to serve You. ”

When the voices were boiling, a voice said softly: "But if it is true, will His Highness still turn in?" ”

The voice was soft.

It's so light that you may not be able to hear it face to face.

But as soon as this sound came out, all sounds stopped, and the whole dock and the bow of the ship were silent.

All the boiling vanity is not worth a drop of real coldness.

All eyes were looking at Zhu Yihai, as if only Zhu Yihai's prestige could confirm their speculation.

Zhu Yihai really doesn't believe it, and he really doesn't want to believe it.

He was angry, angry that he had waited no longer until the good news came, and then said in a loud voice to the triumphant soldiers, "Lonely is with you!"

Angry at why these officials don't find a step for themselves.

was even angry why Wu Zheng wanted to win this battle, so that he couldn't get off the stage.

Zhu Yihai stood awkwardly in the middle of the boat pedals, neither up nor down.

The officials looked at Zhu Yihai in a daze, neither advance nor retreat.

At this moment, a herald arrived in a hurry.

"Report ...... Report to His Royal Highness the Prison State, on the order of Liao Qianhu, report to His Royal Highness that the Lianghu Guard has sent ten carts of Tartar heads to the front of the palace, and Liao Qianhu asked His Highness, how to deal with it? ”

Everyone's faces suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

In particular, the official who had just attacked Wu Zheng with words lowered his head even more.

Zhu Yihai looked up at the sky for a long time.

He wasn't pondering, he wasn't thinking about what to do with the Tartar heads.

He was waiting for someone to build him a ladder so that he could come down decently.

But no one built this ladder for him.

Zhu Yihai sighed secretly in his heart, these flies and dogs in front of him are really not as good as Zhang Guowei and other old ministers.

Zhu Yihai finally grimaced, spit out two words, and said, "Go home." ”

……。

The news of the victory spread quickly.

Starting from Shining Town, it is only seventy or eighty miles to Shaoxing Mansion.

Along the way, the old and young masters, the eldest girls and the little daughters-in-law of the villages poured out to reward this group of warriors who had not yet come out of their sorrow with the food, melons and fruits that were already tight at home.

The warm and sincere hearts of the people washed away the sorrow in the hearts of the soldiers.

An old man with white hair and white beard, supported by the villagers, stood on the "high platform" erected by several inverted bamboo roses, and recited in his hoarse and old voice.

Anyway, Wu Zheng couldn't understand it.

The five big and three rough men behind him definitely don't understand.

But this did not prevent the soldiers from feeling this glory with their hearts.

Although it is simple and crude, it is sincere.

Eat pot pulp to welcome the king. Wu Zheng knew the meaning of these eight words, but he had never tasted it.

Today I really realized it.

There was an old man who had just passed the age of the sixtieth year, pulling everyone in the marching team and asking, "Does the little brother have a wife, the old man has two unmarried granddaughters in the family, and I wish to make a wife to the little brother." ”

The soldiers were all smiling and shaking their heads, and no one stopped.

Not unwillingly, but not daring.

Even the thirty or so Bopi bastards under Zhou Dahu were shaking their heads.

If it's a day before, don't need to be greeted by the old man.

But now, after this bloody battle, they find that they are different.

They learned responsibility.

If you fight another fierce battle like this, you will die.

Why bother with the innocent?

To harm the villagers, fathers and sisters who drink the same river water?

Wu Zheng kept laughing and didn't send anyone to stop it.

His attention was always on the ten carts.

Ten carts loaded with Tartar heads were covered with a thick "quilt", and the composition was very complex, with rotten vegetables, broken bricks and tiles, and stones and rotten wood.

The people's hearts are available, Wu Zheng and Chen Sheng glanced at each other and smiled knowingly.

Five hundred and eighty-seven men, when they arrived in Shaoxing Mansion.

Thousands of people have gathered around him.

The people along the road not only welcomed, but also sent.

On the large playground in front of the palace, the 3,000 Ming troops sent by the Xingguo Gong to reinforce arrived in front of and behind them.

The soldiers of the Ming army turned their heads to look at this group of "rabble".

There was envy and jealousy in his eyes, but more of admiration.

With the same number of troops, it is not easy to completely annihilate the invading enemy.

And with the annihilation of the cavalry, this is amazing.