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On the fourth day of the second month of the Jiashen year, that is, on January 1, 1884 in the Western calendar, Yan Xueyi built a new altar on the north side of Yuanhe City, held a ceremony to worship the sky, and officially became king. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

On the same day, Li Hongzhang, who was far away in the capital, slapped the table angrily, and several Manchu princes secretly sighed that they did not succeed in assassinating the thieves, and the Yehenala clan in the Forbidden City smashed their beloved jade watermelon on the ground......

Seven minutes before sunrise, as soon as the hour arrived, Yan Xueyi wore a black gauze winged crown, a vertical collar, narrow sleeves, a purple and gold dragon robe embroidered with a gold plate dragon pattern on the front and back and shoulders, a jade belt around his waist, and leather boots on his feet, appeared in front of the officials, and the officials also gave up the formal clothes they usually wore at work and changed into unicorn robes. (The protagonist and the officials are wearing an improved version of the Ming costume, and the Ming costume is also considered Hanfu, and the specific appearance is checked on the Internet.

"The king is really Emperor Ziwei, and even the heavens will bless him." Some officials thought so in their hearts, and in the end, even the officials under Yan Xueyi believed it, and Yan Xueyi was speechless about it.

"Wechen meets the king!" All the officials bowed down to Yan Xueyi and saluted. (Bowing is abolished, only continue to bow at different times, and bend down at other times)

"The family is exempt." The corners of Yan Xueyi's mouth twitched a little and replied.

"Thank you, the king."

Afterwards, Yan Xueyi walked towards the altar a few miles away with hundreds of officials, in order to show respect for God, everyone had to walk over, which made those elderly officials suffer.

To the altar, the drum music started, the ceremony of sacrificing to the sky officially began, the southeast burned calves, the southwest hanging sky lanterns, the smoke and clouds were ethereal, and the candle theater was red, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

Welcoming the Emperor God (Emperor God or Haotian God), laying jade silk, entering the ceremony, the first gift, the second gift, the final offering, the withdrawal of food, the emperor god, Wangliao, Yan Xueyi had a straight face, and completed the memorial procedures one by one, and his face was about to become stiff.

Fortunately, the sacrifice is finally over.

"Long live the king!"

"Long live the king!"

"Long live King Han!"

"Long live King Han!"

I saw that the altar was full of people kneeling inside and outside, there were officials, Han soldiers, and ordinary people, only Yan Xueyi was high and enjoyed the admiration of all the people, and I was the only one in the sky and on the ground!

Click!

A voice that outsiders can't hear appeared in Yan Xueyi's mind, Yan Xueyi's long-stagnant strength finally broke through today, Yan Xueyi became a fourth-order evolutionary, he could teleport in a small area, and there was no damage to his body, which meant that most of the assassinations against Yan Xueyi, Yan Xueyi could easily dodge them.

A coercion spread from Yan Xueyi's body, and Yan Xuecai and the others, who were closest to Yan Xueyi, suddenly felt that their bodies were pressed by something, but there was nothing behind them, and then they became more and more respectful to Yan Xueyi.

This is the coercion from the king? (囧)

"Long live the king!"

"Long live King Han!"

Yan Xueyi couldn't control his mental power because he had just broken through, and turned into coercion and spread out in all directions, which finally caused the people around Yan Xueyi to become more and more respectful to Yan Xueyi, and soon Yan Xueyi took back his spiritual power, and he saw that Yan Xuecai and the others were trembling and about to fall.

At the end of the ceremony, Yan Xueyi was officially crowned king.

The end of the ceremony does not mean that today's event is over, and there is a grand military parade to be held below.

The king of Han took hundreds of officials to the central square of Yuanhe to inspect the various departments of the Han army in a carriage, and the queen Chang Yuxin and the princess Xiao Mei also appeared.

Before that, there was a huge crowd of people in the central square of Yuanhe, and it was impossible to count whether it was 100,000 or 200,000, or the entire Yuanhe City people came.

Everyone gathered in the central square of Yuanhe in bright Hanfu, just to be able to see the Han King of Ziwei Emperor and the mighty and majestic Han soldiers.

"The parade begins!" Cheng Ying's voice was amplified countless times by the loudspeaker and transmitted to the entire square.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was no Han soldier in sight, only the drums were slowly sounding.

From slow to urgent, the drums are slowly picking up.

This is the sound of war drums, and when the frequency of war drums is the same as the heartbeat of a person, it is the moment when the warrior is charging hard.

Now is the time of the military parade, and the speed of the drums will not reach that fast, but the sound of the drums from slow to urgent also condenses the atmosphere of the central square, as if returning to the ancient battlefield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It's coming, it's finally coming, and the figure of the Han soldier has finally appeared.

The first team of the parade team that came to us was the honor guard.

A guard of honor of 33 people, armed with rifles loaded with bayonets, marched into the central square with neat steps, and at the front of the procession was a flag: a red "Han" (traditional Chinese for Han) character written on the black flag, and the blood-red Chinese character for Han.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Long live King Han!"

Yan Xueyi and Chang Yuxin and Xiao Mei around him, the hundreds of officials behind them, and countless ordinary people in the central square, all looked at the advancing honor guard.

"Wan Sheng!" Yan Xueyi also shouted into the microphone, and the majestic voice was transmitted to everyone's mind through the speaker.

The second phalanx, immediately behind the guard of honor, was the infantry phalanx.

The leader 2 people led an infantry squad of 350, they were armed with rifles equipped with bayonets, and walked into the central square with neat steps, and the soldier at the head also held a flag: the same black blood Han flag, but the bottom line of the flag still had the words of the first battalion of the first regiment of the first brigade written on it.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Long live King Han!"

Yan Xueyi: "Wan Sheng!" ”

Seven more infantry phalanxes from seven other brigades then passed through the central square in turn.

What is behind the infantry phalanx?

Cavalry!

The first cavalry phalanx consisting of 102 cavalry on pure black horses appeared!

"Wan Sheng!"

"Long live King Han!"

Yan Xueyi: "Wan Sheng!" ”

Immediately after that, the white horse phalanx and the red horse phalanx passed in turn.

Heavy weapons phalanx: (Marat) heavy machine gun phalanx, (Marat) mortar phalanx, (Marat) 75 mm field gun phalanx, (Marat) 100 mm cannon phalanx.

Every heavy weapon phalanx passing through can cause an exclamation, this is the sharp weapon of the Han army!

In the end, the phalanx of wounded soldiers appeared, and the crowd wept, it was their sacrifice that allowed them to have a better life today.

The phalanx of wounded soldiers shouted in his voice that was not bright but resounded throughout the world: "Wan Sheng! Long live King Han! ”

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