In the eastern sky, the fiery morning glow is as enthusiastic as a mountain, and the waves are churning. After a night of tranquility, Jiangyin City once again resumed its previous liveliness, in the early morning the closed Jiangyin City Gate has been opened, and the traders have entered this Jiangyin City, as if yesterday's chaos has gone away.

When he woke up from the dream again, it was almost noon, Zhu Mingzhong slept very late last night, first listened to Wu Youcai's report on civil affairs, and then asked Qian Lei about the financing of money and food, as well as the manufacture of military uniforms, and finally Li Ziyuan and others reported the training of the troops there, and then they thought about things like the training of the troops in the middle of the night, and after dealing with everything, according to the time of the later generations, it was almost three or four o'clock.

It is very rare that this night, Zhu Mingzhong did not send Kou Yun to wait in bed. Until noon, Zhu Mingzhong, who was still lying on the bed, did not get up immediately, but subconsciously looked at his hands, now these hands have become very rough, his hands are full of calluses, and his knuckles are obviously thicker than normal people.

Moving his gaze up, looking at the arm that was thicker than an ordinary woman's calf, Zhu Mingzhong felt a power that he had never felt before, this body was full of strength up and down, and the body was like a cheetah, strong and flexible, perhaps, because of this, when he attacked the city that day, he was able to chop down the Qing soldiers one by one with his extraordinary strength.

In troubled times, a little more strength is one more way to live.

Although he didn't know what the troubled times were, Zhu Mingzhong knew what strength meant in this troubled times, and what was even more surprising was that I don't know if it was the sequelae of the crossing, the injuries on his body were very fast, far exceeding the level of normal people, and it was only four or five days after the injury, and the wounds on his body were almost healed.

It's okay, and it doesn't prevent the coming bitter battle.

Zheng Chenggong!

Saying this name, Zhu Mingzhong's brows locked, and now Zheng Chenggong is slowly moving towards Nanjing, as in history, and history is irreversibly developing in another direction. Now he knew he had to pull himself together and get ready for the first battle to come.

What to prepare?

The nightmare of that day always flashed in Zhu Mingzhong's mind again and again, and he knew what would await China if he failed! It will be forever in the dark!

After experiencing the collision and fusion in the dream, Zhu Mingzhong has slowly accepted the fact of crossing, and he is even adapting to all this at a speed beyond his imagination, adapting to this era, and even to a certain extent, there is even a mission in his heart - the mission of maintaining the clothes of the Han family and continuing the Chinese civilization.

Perhaps, this is the fundamental reason why he traveled through hundreds of years of time and space to this era.

"You don't see it, the final army of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is the captive, please Changying, you don't see it, Ban Dingyuan, the peerless light cavalry urges the battle cloud ......"

In the distance, Zhu Mingzhong heard the singing from outside the mansion, and listening to the singing, a slight smile appeared on his face. This was his first "gift" to this unit.

Military Song!

The experience of later generations told him that the seemingly inconspicuous military song has always been a tool that can encourage morale, unite team spirit, and collective consciousness.

If later generations taught him anything, I am afraid that it is how to establish a sense of teamwork psychologically, and this is exactly what he needs now, the Qing army did not give him enough time to train the army, only gave him a few days.

"Seven days, seven days to ......"

It took several hours last night for Zhu Mingzhong to finally get the answer from the "Lucifer Test." Seven days is enough time to change a person. And now half a month has passed!

As for the military song, this is only the first step.

"A man should be in serious danger, how can he let Ruguan miss this life? The situation is that the country is in danger, and the feathers are competing for the ......."

Standing in front of the square team, Yu Shujie's voice will be dumb, since the night ten days ago, it took half an hour from the adults in the Lord's Mansion to learn this song that is far from beautiful lyrics, since the morning he began to teach these people to sing, according to the general's instructions, let them sing over and over again, until the voices of the eight thousand people are completely sung into one voice, and then continue to sing, over and over again, it seems that today, their training is just singing.

At the beginning, the song was sparse and uneven at first, and even many people didn't sing, although he didn't understand the general's intentions, Yu Shujie still tried his best to complete what the general ordered, but slowly he realized something from this song.

When the voices of 8,000 people converged into one voice, he seemed to have a feeling that he was no different from these rough barbarians in front of him, as if in the louder and more neat singing, all of them merged into a whole, for this psychological resonance, Yu Shujie naturally did not understand, but he could feel that in the singing, his heart was touched, that is, in this singing, he felt that he really integrated into the group of Jiangyin Zhenjun for the first time and became a part of this group.

"Abandon my old pen, and use my wartime to call out more than 100,000 comrades, singing war songs and joining the army. Qi joined the army, cleaned the dust, and swore to sweep away the enemy and take no care of himself. ”

At that deafening singing, the school grounds in the city were already full of onlookers, not only the soldiers were singing, but even the onlookers were also chanting, and the majestic and neat singing was like a war drum constantly rushing into people's hearts.

The singing echoing over the city not only shocked the people, but also shocked Qian Lei, when the majestic and thick singing voice was stirring in the air, he could no longer have the rough feeling when he first heard this song, and even because of the belief conveyed in the song, and the passion surged.

The fingers holding the brush even involuntarily tapped to the rhythm, and it was not until the song was finished that he noticed that the paper was full of ink spots, and while laughing at himself, he felt the black cloth wrapped around his head, but his mind sank, and he muttered for a while.

"I hope he can really keep my Han clothes!"

Can you keep the clothes of the Han family?

Qian Lei didn't have an answer, but deep in his heart, he naturally hoped that this crown could be kept, although he didn't have the courage, but he couldn't stop him from thinking.

In fact, on this day, many people are thinking......

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