Mo Li looked outside and said to Shu Zicheng: "Mr. Shu will go out with me later, please stand by my side." "A governor's staff, a eunuch scribe. Between these two people, there is a lot of randomness.

Shu Zicheng nodded, he joined suddenly, without any preparation, so it was best to just stand there.

Several people waited in the room for half a pillar of incense, and the representatives of the editor-in-charge and the student representatives outside all delivered enthusiastic speeches. Finally waited for Lu Shanchang to announce: "The last item of the celebration, the Jiangxi People's League formed by the Jiangxi disaster victims, is officially formed today!" Please invite the three Qincha adults, officials at all levels in Jiangxi, and the common people of Jiangxi to watch and review together! ”

There was a buzz on the rostrum, a militia group, which is essentially equal to a village soldier, is it appropriate for the government to help the idle, to get such a formal and grand occasion?

Some people are puzzled, is it not enough to have a box of ledger evidence, and you still have to show force?

Some people looked at the sky and thought that it was still early, and there was still an hour to leave the banquet, and the militia group came out to show off, and the time was almost up.

Wang Hai, the eunuch guarding Nanchang Town, originally listened to those speeches and was sleepy. Suddenly, when I heard the flag from the militia group, I was suddenly shocked and my body shook! Lord Qincha next to him, the chamberlain Li Jin was taken aback, looked at Gonggong Wang, and looked forward to it with excitement. Thinking that Grandpa Wang thought of something else, he asked in a low voice, "Grandpa Wang, why are you so happy?" ”

Although Li Jin is the deputy envoy of the Qin Mission, Zheng'er Bajing represents the emperor. The other two chincha essentially represented the imperial court. But Li came to Nanchang for a more important purpose, Li Ying and Li's father-in-law promised to let him out to serve as a town guard, and he was still waiting for a position, and he would go wherever there was a vacancy. This visit to Nanchang was also arranged by Gonggong Li to ask Wang Hai for advice and learn how to be a qualified guard. Therefore, Li Jin only has respect and politeness to Wang Hai, and there is no arrogance at all.

Wang Hai tilted his head and said with a smile: "You take your time, this ceremony is worth watching!" “

The shareholders of Wanghai Bank and the militia group are regarded as their own people.

Moreover, the militia has been next door to Wang Hai since its establishment, and Wang Hai has watched the militia grow up day by day, just like the child next door, which is really emotional.

Today's flag awarding, Wang Hai has seen countless rehearsals, and his scribe Mo Li is the chief planner of the flag awarding ceremony. Relying on these few factors, Wang Hai shared the honor and disgrace of the militia group.

For today's flag-giving ceremony, 1,200 members of the militia are in place. Jinyiwei is specially invited to send people to guard the bank, although the bank is not open, but there is a lot of silver in it, and the safety must be guaranteed.

It just so happened that Jinyiwei Qianhu Wu Yong returned with silver, and Jinyiwei and Xiangjun became sufficient. Sheng Baihu took the initiative to ask for help, received 300 brocade guards, and took over the militia on duty at the bank.

On the rostrum, Ma Tiancheng, the deputy envoy of the Qin Mission, frowned, and the militia group was composed of all the victims, which is again demonstrating the merit of disaster relief? Didn't you already recognize the merits of disaster relief, and still come to such a show? Flaunt? Showmanship? Hum! The outcome is undecided, so don't be proud!

Qin Cha Zheng made Zhao Fengshan's heart move, his eyes swept away, most of the officials in Nanchang turned their heads one after another, but Governor Shu was sitting in danger.

The militia is directly under the jurisdiction of the governor, even if it is a township soldier and a servant, it is also their own. His own brother gave his nephew a flag! Governor Shu felt a trace of arrogance in his heart. My family wants to play, like it or not, the rules are not standardized, you only have to wait, accompany!

Zhao Fengshan glanced at Lu Shanchang again, the four academy chiefs also had a serious face, Qin Feng attended today, even if he didn't speak, just sat there, the dictionary gift was justified! He wants to play, and everyone is grateful for his merits, so let's play together.

Zhao Fengshan realized something, so he straightened his body and showed a smile on his face.

There are 100 people on the stage, and there are 100 thoughts.

The position of the butt determines the thoughts, and the students and people who are watching the ceremony in the audience are much simpler in their thinking. The militia group kills people are already famous in Nanchang, and now they can get a glimpse of the whole picture, and many people are still curious and looking forward to it.

Qin Feng is in front, Gao Wenjin and Mo Li are behind, and Shu Zicheng is in the end. The four of them walked out of Shilin Academy and bypassed the rostrum, and there were already several bank talents in Mao suits, carrying a large red carpet and laying it out under the rostrum.

Qin Feng and the four of them stood on the red carpet, with a straight waist, very majestic.

The officials at all levels on the rostrum, the students who watched the ceremony, and the people were all dazzled. The clothes of the three in front of them are so handsome that they fly. Jia Jingmin, Lu Wenman, and Shu Yi stared at Qin Feng in a daze.

This guy is tall and burly, with a toned body, and this German-style military uniform is like God tailor-made for him! Gao Wenjin and Mo Li are like two humming two generals. Shu Zicheng was dressed in Confucian clothes and was automatically ignored by everyone.

Li Jin, the deputy envoy of the Qin Mission, couldn't help but admire: "This dress is really majestic!" It's so handsome! ”

Grandpa Wang snorted lightly and said, "This is just the appetizer, and the next thing is the time to witness the miracle!" Wang Gonggong did not hide his appreciation for the militia group, and Li Jin's face was pale, and he watched intently.

A cannon slammed into the sky, turning into a little starlight in mid-air, the starlight dispersed, the drums beat loudly, dozens of drummers poured out on both sides of the rostrum, and the aunts and small drums sounded in unison.

Suddenly there was a wave of cheers from the people on the street on one side, and the audience on this side of the rostrum brushed their heads sideways.

At the end of the long street, a big red flag appeared.

Then a neat red line, followed by a neat row of guns, and then, a neat row of militia sergeants in black military uniforms rose on the horizon.

Each of them, with neat and light steps, looked solemn and solemn, each wearing a large angular cap on his head, and a black belt wrapped around his resolute face. Beauty Nest

They held a gun in one hand and a railing in the other. The head of the spear is up, the spear is like a forest, and the head of the spear is dotted with red clusters.

They moved in unison, and they walked in unison. Everyone is high-spirited and heroic!

The surrounding people cheered loudly, and they saw the uniformed army! I have never seen such a uniformed army!

I've seen the army walking in line, but I've never seen the army walking in line so neatly! Looking horizontally, vertically, and diagonally, it's a straight line! Hundreds, thousands of people, how do you do it so neatly? It's incredible!

Without him, I practiced like this every day for more than two months.

Each company of the militia is a square team, with 12 people in a horizontal row, a total of 8 rows. A company commander in front of the square team led the team, three platoon commanders in the back, and the middle platoon commander held the five-ring flag.

Shu Yong walked at the front of all the teams, and behind him was the first company of the first battalion of the militia regiment. The 12 teams are like a black dragon, rolling in. Every time you take a step forward, you will be greeted with cheers from the people on both sides. Sixty steps closer to the rostrum, the procession no longer advanced. The drums stopped.

A trombone sounded.

Shu Yong raised his legs, and a team behind him followed him and started to move forward.

The guests on the rostrum, everyone looked sideways, the team was neat, and the clothes were tough and handsome, no wonder the people were hot and cheered. There is even a big girl and a little daughter-in-law shouting excitedly! When there are many people, there is great courage! Dahua girls, it's the first time I've seen so many handsome soldiers! Some excitement is inevitable. The so-called people rely on clothing, there is nothing wrong with that!

In the cheers of everyone, under the blazing eyes, the sergeant of the militia regiment was also full of pride and pride! Without squinting, they raised their heads and walked together towards the rostrum. They walked so seriously and so proudly! The solemn ritual actions slowly infected everyone present.

The people on both sides gradually fell silent, and only the sound of neat footsteps was heard, rustling as they walked.

The officials on the rostrum, although they did not shout along, their eyes were also full of appreciation! At least, this is the most neatly walked army and the most beautifully dressed army they have seen in their lives!

Shu Zicheng saw his son leading the team to the front, raising his head and chest, carrying a sword at his waist, and swinging his hands vigorously! Shu Zicheng felt a warm current in his heart, his son, his figure is also so majestic and handsome! Just look at the appearance, don't lose to Qin Feng.

When the square team was still more than 30 steps away from the rostrum, the second company behind it immediately followed and walked in unison. At the same time, Shu Yong suddenly drew his saber and shouted: "Salute ----!" With one hand the sword pointed diagonally into the air, the other hand pressed the scabbard. The head was tilted upwards and tilted to the left of the rostrum.

The whole team, with a bang, all turned into positive kicks!

Light and neat, the footsteps instantly become sonorous and powerful! With the sound of tuk, tuk, tuk powerful steps, the sergeants pressed their spears and rushed forward with their guns in both hands! In an instant, the neat army was pouring in!

A team of 100 people actually kicked their legs, walked out of the momentum of thousands of troops, and walked out of the magnificent beauty!

The people and students watching the ceremony on both sides were dumbfounded. On the rostrum, every official, Confucian Sheng, was dumbfounded! Shu Zicheng was dumbfounded!

Walking can walk out of a mighty, magnificent, look at the world! Only the Jiangxi militia in front of you!

As soon as the team approached the rostrum, Qin Feng and the three of them stood upright, raised their hands in salute, and slowly rotated their bodies with Shu Yong moving forward! Shu Zicheng was a little at a loss, and he also learned to raise his hand to his ear and salute. Dressed in Confucian robes and saluting modern military salutes, no one wanted to laugh.

The team walked in front of him, Shu Yong stunned his neck, followed the steps under his feet, and led the company commander and platoon commander behind him, and suddenly roared: "The militia is invincible!" ”

The sergeants behind him shouted in unison: "Protect the territory and the people!" ”

"The militia is invincible!"

"Protect the land and the people!"

Shu Zicheng stared at Shu Yong, his eyes were suddenly a little confused, his eyes blinked, and a few tears came out of his eyes. Fortunately, he was standing behind Qin Feng and the others, and no one paid attention. Wiping his tears, his eyes followed the team again.

On the rostrum, Governor Shu's body trembled slightly, and at this moment, he was a little envious of Qin Feng and the others in the audience!

Li Jin, the waiter, spoke incoherently excitedly: "Grandpa Wang, this, this is too exciting!" ”

Wang Gonggong looked at him with contempt, and said in his heart, rare and strange, I Wang Hai, but listening to them start from the ghost crying wolf, watching them transform day by day like this!

Qin Cha Zheng made Ma Tiancheng, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes widened, and he was reluctant to miss every step of the militia sergeant.

The militia kicked out the ambition in every man's heart and awakened the heroic dream in every man's heart! The power of the collective burst is invincible!