"Knock, knock......"

In the early morning, the drums echoed in the school grounds, and the drums were very fast, and the tight drums beat everyone's heart.

"Assemble, Emergency Assemble......"

In the rapid sound of drums, the head of the shed and the sentry kept shouting loudly in front of the top tarpaulin tents. In the midst of their shouts, the soldiers in the tent quickly put on their red military uniforms, and when they rushed out of the tent, they hurriedly took off their spears from the weapons rack in front of the tent, and of course did not forget to carry grenade bags and marching bags, the so-called marching bags were actually liberation bags in later generations. The reason why this bag was chosen is because it is simple, just like the backpack of loyal officers and soldiers, but it is a quilt wrapped in oilcloth with backpack straps, which can prevent the quilt from getting wet when it rains, and can be used as a damp-proof floor mat when marching.

However, because it was summer, they did not carry quilts - in fact, there are not so many quilts made in the army now, and everyone just uses the rainproof tarpaulin diagonally tied to their shoulders, and this tarpaulin has many uses, both as a mat for camping and a tarpaulin to protect from the wind and rain.

After a number of overnight emergency gatherings, the soldiers of the Loyal Army had mastered the art of gathering, and they quickly prepared their supplies and dressed up neatly, and then lined up in the school grounds.

"Each of them will receive marching materials according to the regulations, and pay attention to checking the equipment!"

They gathered as quickly as they did during training, while the officials on the school field kept shouting loudly.

The carts were parked in front of the school yard, and on the carts were stacked coarse cloth pockets with ring-shaped arms, and these gray cloth pockets contained the most common military food of this era, fried noodles.

Whether it was Zhu Yuanzhang's Northern Expedition or Yan Wang's sweeping of the north, they all relied on such long-preserved fried noodles that were not easy to deteriorate to support the army.

However, different from the old fried noodle bags, in order to make it easy to carry, Zhu Mingzhong borrowed from the grain bags of the later volunteers, that is, the long barrel grain bags, which can be carried on the body when marching. A bag of 20 catties of fried noodles is enough to support the troops for fifteen days of combat, of course, more importantly, the taste of these fried noodles is average, and it is difficult to swallow without water, so as to ensure that the soldiers will not eat secretly.

When they received dry rations, they also received grenades there, four grenades per person and eight grenadiers.

"When you go here to get water, everyone has to fill the water cylinder ......"

The soldiers and officials in charge of distributing the supplies shouted loudly there, lest anyone miss any of the supplies, which must be life-saving things. It's like the one-foot-tall water cylinder made of bamboo tubes, which is not very eye-catching, but on such a hot day, if you are thirsty on the way to the march, you can all point to this bamboo water tube.

Maybe the Loyal and Righteous Army has just been established, but thanks to Zhu Mingzhong's cross-era vision, he is more careful than others in some inconspicuous material preparations, after all, in later generations, personal equipment such as kettles are basic common sense, and even everyone has a small whetstone, which is used to sharpen the tip of the knife.

Finally, when everything was ready, the 8,000 soldiers of the Loyal Battalion, as they had done in the past, left the school grounds in the city with swords and guns in neat steps.

Let's go!

Without any warning!

For the people of Jiangyin, they were also a little surprised, although they knew that one day, the loyal army would definitely go on the march, but they did not expect it to be so fast.

On this day, the south gate of Jiangyin is low and outside, crowded with people, tens of thousands of people have spontaneously come here to see off the loyal army, after all, most of them are Jiangyin people, it can be said that Jiangyin's children, when they go out, the people on the side of the road look at their departure with tears in their eyes, especially those soldiers' families, they hold their children, look at the troops on the side of the road, and want to find their families from the crowd.

There were always people who shouted the names of their husbands or sons, and there were people who kept stuffing eggs, fruits, baked cakes, and other foods into the hands of the soldiers.

"Daddy, you must come back alive......"

"Baby, come back alive......"

"I want Daddy, Daddy......"

In the people's cries, the atmosphere at the south gate seemed a little heavy, Zhu Mingzhong, who was riding on a horse, now regretted it, he originally hoped to see the scene of "praying for death in battle", but he didn't expect that those women were crying "come back alive", the cries of women and children even shook the hearts of the army, and the faces of many soldiers were even sad as if they were parting with life and death.

"Stand up, all raise your heads!"

Zhu Mingzhong, who was riding on a horse, rode his horse to the south gate and shouted at the soldiers with sad faces.

"Tell me, what's written on it!"

The horsewhip in his hand pointed to the stone tablet embedded in the wall of the south gate.

"The Nation of Loyalty!"

Each word on the stele is two feet square, so that everyone can see these four words clearly.

"The Nation of Loyalty!"

The voice of the desolate soldier was a little haphazard and not very neat.

"Be louder, I can't hear you!"

"The Nation of Loyalty!"

"I can't hear you!"

"The Nation of Loyalty!"

"I can't hear you!"

"The Nation of Loyalty!"

There was a roar like thunder, and the voices of the soldiers burst out, but Zhu Mingzhong, who was riding on the horse, still yelled, "I can't hear it!" For the soldiers who were accustomed to this kind of training, they instinctively shouted loudly.

"The Nation of Loyalty!"

"The Nation of Loyalty!"

"The Nation of Loyalty!"

……

It was not one person who was shouting, not only the officers and soldiers of the Loyal and Righteous Army shouting these four words there, but everyone, everyone inside and outside the South Gate shouted loudly the four words that 100,000 Jiangyin righteous people exchanged for their lives and blood.

All the voices converged into one voice, these simple and heavy four words, slowly dispelled the feelings of leaving in people's hearts, and slowly dispelled people's lingering feelings for their relatives.

Emotions will affect each other, when these four simple words continue to collide with people's souls, the fear in people's hearts slowly fades, and some are just a kind of excitement that has never been felt before.

At the time of the inexplicable agitation and the gathering of everyone's chests, I don't know who sang there.

"The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and earth ......"

This is a song that the Han people are very familiar with, for this song, every Han person is no stranger, hundreds of years ago, the Han people sang this song to overthrow the rule of Meng Yuan, so that the rivers and mountains returned to the hands of the Han people, and now, again, this song, once again sang in the voices of the people......

"Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren. Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven. Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord......"

Think of my ancestors, the road is blue, and the mountains and forests are enlightened. Fu has barbarians, so it belongs to Huaxia...... Today...... Speechless!