The strong wind was blowing, violently slapping the face of each soldier after a long time, and there were crowds of people inside and outside the square, in addition to more than 10,000 Dengzhou battalion soldiers, countless people were also watching this grand occasion that had not been seen for many years.

On this day, it was the first award ceremony of the Dengzhou battalion, and every soldier stood on the square with his chest straight, like more than 10,000 wooden stakes.

Needless to say, everyone will cherish this hard-won medal immensely.

"Let's get started."

Wang Zheng took Huang Yang, the deputy general of the Dengzhou battalion, Deng Heizi, Dong Youyin, and Gao Liang, the guerrilla generals, to stand at the forefront, and dozens of generals of all sizes stood under the stage, and these people were the essence of the big machine of the Dengzhou battalion.

With Wang Zheng's order, the soldiers who had been prepared for a long time handed over the shining medals to the regular soldiers, and a small number of them were not afraid of death, brave and daring to fight, and made great achievements in the battle to pacify Laizhou Mansion, they will all receive two medals.

Of course, except for this small part, most of the others only have a Laizhou Medal or the Medal of Outstanding Contribution, and the soldiers who have not won it look at these medals in front of them, and their eyes are full of envy and jealousy.

However, they will not be discouraged, these young soldiers will have more opportunities to earn medals in the future, and before they know it, this has become a symbol of the glory of the Dengzhou battalion.

Eight hundred regular soldiers wearing two medals lined up in the front row, and the remaining 4,200 people lined up in the back.

No one deliberately organized it, and the soldiers raised their swords and guns one after another, and cheered loudly:

"The Dengzhou battalion will win!"

"Loyalty to Wang Zhentai, loyalty to Wang Zhentai!!"

"Victory!!"

This voice covered up the humming of the surrounding people, and the whole county seemed to tremble in the shouts of more than 10,000 soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion.

Wang Zheng's heart was surging, watching the army in front of him gradually grow and grow to the present, this is the real life, and it is not in vain to come to this world.

He waved his hand slightly, and the audience suddenly fell silent, waiting for Wang Zheng's order.

"Regulate the military discussion, announce it."

"Obey." Guan Qingtian, who had already been on the side, immediately stepped forward, and when he saw the eyes of the soldiers looking at him, he couldn't help but hold his breath for a while, trying his best to control the slightly trembling voice.

"From now on, there will be two additional 'loyalty shrines' in Penglai and Ye County, and every soldier who died on the battlefield is no longer nameless, and can enter the shrine in the name of loyalty, and deserve eternal incense!"

The construction of the Loyalty Shrine has long been brewing in his heart, and it was finally put into practice on this day.

In Wang Zheng's heart, he did not have the concept of dignity and inferiority at this time, and he always felt guilty about those soldiers who worked hard for themselves with their heads.

None of the soldiers in the Dengzhou battalion are of a bad breed, but for thousands of years, most of these soldiers have not been able to make even a little wave from the time they joined the army to the time they died in battle, and there will be no stroke that belongs to them in history.

They shouldn't just go down without a name, from now on, even an ordinary soldier at the lowest level in the Dengzhou camp is eligible to stay in the ancestral hall.

At least when the people who come to worship see these spiritual seats, they will know that they are all martyrs who died in heroic battles, and there is only so much Wang Zheng can do.

"Zhentai Gaoyi!"

Suddenly, a general suddenly fell to the ground, crying silently.

After this general, tens of thousands of soldiers knelt on one knee again and shouted in unison:

"Zhentai Gaoyi!!"

Wang Zheng looked at this scene, his heart was infinitely relieved, and he suddenly realized something, and slammed his right hand on his left chest, although the sound was not loud, but it was very powerful.

Just listen to him:

"From now on, the Dengzhou battalion will use this ceremony as a military salute, whether in combat or peacetime, beating the chest will be the only military salute in the Dengzhou battalion."

"Pemba...."

The sound of neat chest beating echoed in the square, and the soldiers got up, followed the example of Wang Zheng, and slammed their right hands on the chest.

......

One day at the end of March of the 11th year of Chongzhen, the Denglai Marshal's Mansion in Ye County was particularly lively, and the soldiers loaded all kinds of things into the car and came and went inside and outside the mansion.

"I've seen Zhentai!"

Wang Zheng walked out slowly, and all the way there were soldiers beating their chests and saluting.

In the past, when the form of etiquette was not uniform, if it was such a time, some soldiers would put down their work and prostrate on the ground and chant, while some people did not have such a form, but they also knelt on one knee, both of which would delay the right thing.

Moreover, the boy has gold under his knees, kneeling to the sky and kneeling to his parents, Wang Zheng combined the modern and modern military salutes in his memory, and thought about it for a few days before he decided on a unified form of etiquette.

After the chest beating ceremony was set, at first the soldiers were still used to kneeling on the ground, and after a long time, they slowly straightened it up, and the effect was remarkable, and the soldiers often did not have to stop to carry the goods, and they could beat their chests with one hand, and the real awe was not by kneeling, but in their hearts.

Waving his hand casually, Wang Zheng was in a very good mood this day, and when he thought that he was about to leave to return to Penglai, he would be able to see his mother and Yu'er in a few days, and his mood was extremely happy.

Wang Zheng secretly made up his mind that this time he would "compensate" Yu'er.

He had just walked a few steps with his mouth crossed, but Guan Qingtian hurriedly came, arched his hand to Wang Zheng, bent over and said:

"Zhentai, the Zheng family, the Zheng family's people are here."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Wang Zheng could react, the group walked quickly to the door of the marshal's mansion, only to hear a loud voice full of energy.

"Hahaha, brother is late, congratulations to Brother Wang for being promoted to the chief military officer of Denglai!"

Zheng Hongkui approached with a hearty laugh, followed by more than a dozen Zheng family relatives wearing light armor, Zheng Ping was with him, and before he arrived, he raised his voice again and smiled:

"Capture the slave thief Xingjing, Brother Wang killed a circle in the old nest of the slaves, and the whole world saw it, speaking of which, Zheng has always had doubts and wants to see it with his own eyes!"

Zheng Hongkui gave a thumbs up and said:

"After witnessing the awarding ceremony of the Dengzhou Battalion some time ago, there is no longer any doubt, Brother Wang's name of the three armies is not deserved!"

This series of words made Wang Zheng almost didn't react, but he still smiled at the right time and said:

"Wang Moujie martial arts, how dare you fight for merit, this is all the credit of the brave and brave soldiers under his command, my brother's words make my brother ashamed."

Zheng Hongkui laughed and tapped Wang Zheng a few times with his hand, but without waiting for him to speak, Wang Zheng asked with a smile:

"My brother is going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, if you have anything to say, let's say it here, these busy people are all brothers from our Dengzhou camp, and they don't see the outside."

Zheng Hongkui didn't expect Wang Zheng to be so straightforward, but he hesitated a little, glanced at the soldiers who were constantly busy, and said in surprise:

"Brother Wang, is there no one in your mansion?"

"Hey, aren't there two maids in there, and they don't usually have much work to do, so what do you want so many people to do?"

"My brother is really not comparable to ordinary martial artists." Zheng Hongkui nodded thoughtfully, rubbed his hands and said, "Brother Wang... The sale of Ninghai salt, you, but you intend to resell it to Fujian? ”

After speaking, Zheng Hongkui and Zheng Ping both stared directly at Wang Zheng. Shuoshuo