The strong wind blew the sleeves of the shirt, and also blew the flags on the face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the whole Zhongshan was silent.

The Praetorian Guards are in the inner layer, and the Divine Guards are in the outer layer, which will block the water surrounding the entire Zhongshan Martyrs' Shrine. A gap was revealed in the entire Senran military array, facing the white marble steps up the mountain. On both sides of the stone steps, more than a dozen men in black stood with their hands in their hands, their eyes blazing. Although they looked different in height, short, fat and thin, far less neat than the spirit of the outer army, and did not hold any of the guys in their hands, the surrounding soldiers looked at them with awe when they squinted at them from the corners of their eyes.

These are all masters of the inner family selected from the six doors and the brocade guard, and they look ordinary on the outside, but just one stop here, there is an immovable momentum like a mountain. They form the inner line of defense, also to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

The people of Nanjing City had already left the city early, standing in the wind and watching the scene in front of them. Rows and rows of soldiers of the Ming army stood still, and in front of the entire Martyrs' Shrine, the white flags of the previous spirits were replaced by red dragon flags symbolizing the Ming army.

Although the imperial court has not released any news in an official form before, the news from the north has long been spreading, coupled with the grain teams, horse teams and brigades of soldiers that appear from time to time on the straight roads, official roads and canals, all of which show the fact that the Northern Expedition is close to the left. So when the imperial court began to arrange the venue yesterday, the whole city of Nanjing was like a frying pan.

The imperial court had already held several sacrifices to commemorate the martyrs in Zhongshan before, so the people understood the rules and took their places when they got up early in the morning.

"Knock knock!" The drum tower in the city of Nanjing sounded three times.

The drumming has not subsided, and the cowhide drum on the Xuanwu Gate of Nanjing City has also been beaten, and the drum sound is vibrating.

The last drum sounded, and the drum in front of the Zhongshan Martyrs' Shrine was also beaten with "Dong Dong Dong", which was also three times.

Perhaps because the distance of Zhongshan's drum was closer, the sound of the drum just now seemed very far, and the sound of Zhongshan's drum was even more shocking, making all the soldiers and people take a breath lightly, and all of them turned their eyes to the direction of the city gate.

This time it is not as good as the Spring Ploughing Ceremony, nor is it better than the memorial to the Heroic Soul, and the Ming Praetorian Guard has almost come up with the biggest pomp. The two teams of silver-armored light horsemen were the first to leave the city, and then parted like waves on both sides. Guarding the heavily armored cavalry in gold armor in the middle.

Ye Yingwu did not ride in a chariot, but also rode on a horse under the escort of the Iron Cavalry of the Hundred Battles. The tall horse from the Western Regions neighed lowly, although this is not a sweaty horse, but the war horse is brown and red, without a trace of variegation, it is definitely a good horse.

When Ye Yingwu appeared, most of the people waiting around erupted in cheers at the same time. And Ye Yingwu also nodded at them, and slowly rode his horse towards Zhongshan.

As Ye Yingwu walked by, the Ming soldiers holding red dragon flags on both sides of the road also stood one after another, holding their heads high and not squinting.

When Ye Yingwu walked to the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, the drum tower, the city gate and the big drum of Zhongshan Martyrs' Shrine sounded again. And Chen Zongli, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was dressed in an orthodox Ming red official uniform, standing at the foot of the white marble steps, and when he saw Ye Yingwu dismounting, he hurriedly greeted him: "Chen Zongli, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, see Your Majesty." ”

"Chen Aiqing, please get up." Ye Yingwu stretched out his hand to help him.

Chen Zongli straightened his waist, got out of the way, and said loudly: "Please also ask Your Majesty to climb the mountain and worship the sky." ”

Ye Yingwu looked at Zhong Shan in the direction of his hand. Although Ye Yingwu was not the first time to come to Zhongshan, and it was not even the first time to worship the heavens in Zhongshan, he actually did not go up the mountain a few times. The Ming Dynasty has publicized and rendered Zhongshan into a sacred mountain through various channels, not only the Ming Dynasty's shrine altar, but also the martyr's shrine that symbolizes the soul of the Ming army.

Therefore, unless it is an important ceremony of the country, all sacrifices are carried out at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, facing Zhongshan Mountain, rather than standing on the top of Zhongshan Mountain to worship. Including the spring ploughing ceremony, it was also carried out at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain.

Compared with the time of Ye Yingwu's enthronement ceremony, the current Zhongshan has undergone earth-shaking changes after continuous infrastructure construction. In addition to the Great Ming Altar standing on the top of Zhongshan Mountain, along the Zhongshan Mountain, the Martyrs' Shrine, the Ancestral Temple and countless large and small martyrs' tombstones are arranged in turn. In addition, Zhongshan is surrounded by green mountains, and the mighty river flows eastward under the green mountains.

This is Zhongshan, which is the symbol of the Ming Dynasty Nanjing City, and also the symbol of the entire Sun and Moon Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty.

All the tombstones are neatly arranged, like a queue along the mountain, they had fought bloodily for the Ming Dynasty during their lifetimes, and they did not spin their heels, and they also enjoyed all the grief after the sacrifice, and were buried on this mountain, looking at the river, looking at the city of Nanjing, and also looking at the thriving Ming Dynasty.

Because most of the tombstones here are well-dressed mounds, and some are even just a handful of loess buried in the place where the soldiers died in battle, but when people see the big characters outlined in red on the tombstone, they will still think of the lives that once existed alive, and think of the figures who fought in the blood and fire.

Ye Yingwu walked up the stairs, and the guards and officials behind him remained silent.

The Martyrs' Shrine and the Daming Ancestral Temple are lined up on the left and right, which means that the soldiers and martyrs of the Ming Dynasty fought hard, and their status is equivalent to that of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty. The road between these two temples is the road that leads to the Temple of Heaven on the top of the mountain. The official of the Ministry of Rites standing in front of the Martyrs' Shrine handed the incense in his hand to Ye Yingwu.

Ye Yingwu took it, turned left first, and walked to the front of the Martyrs' Shrine.

In the middle of the Martyrs' Shrine is enshrined the former Song Yue Wumu King, modeled after the statue of King Wumu in the tomb of King Wu Mu under the West Lake Qixia Ridge, and the statue of King Wumu sitting on the sword is in the center of the Martyrs' Shrine. King Wu Mu's eyes were blazing, facing straight ahead, if this statue was a living person, he could clearly see the outside of the open gate, thousands of miles of green mountains and rivers.

And on the top of King Wumu's head, the four big characters of "Loyal to the Country" are drawn with iron hooks and silver.

On both sides of this huge statue, there are countless tablets, including the famous ministers and generals who have left their names in the history since the Qin and Han dynasties, from the general Meng Tian of the Qin Dynasty to the Han Wabi who insisted on the Northern Expedition in the former Song Dynasty, hundreds of civil and military tablets are here, not so much that they are the stars and the moon, but that they are shining with King Wumu.

Ye Yingwu silently looked at King Wu Mu, and also looked at all the tablets around here, and exhaled softly. Bow deeply, and then insert the incense into the incense burner.

All the officials and guards followed Ye Yingwu's figure and bowed deeply.

Chen Zongli silently made a gesture of please, and Ye Yingwu followed his footsteps to the Temple of Heaven on the top of the mountain, while all the guards and officials were waiting in front of the Martyrs' Shrine.

The best products for the heavenly sacrifice have been placed, Ye Yingwu stretched out his hand and pressed the saber, looking down.

At the foot of Zhong Mountain, the people who were pressed by the black pressure were facing his direction, looking up, looking at the sky.

At this moment, Zhongshan seems to be the support of heaven and earth, and Ye Yingwu, who is standing on Zhongshan Mountain, is the heaven of the Ming Dynasty!

Chen Zongli slowly unfolded the sacrificial text and opened his mouth to read it aloud.

Ye Yingwu had seen this sacrificial text before, so she didn't care much about it, not to mention that what she cared more about now was not what the sacrificial text said, nor what the surrounding scenery was.

The incense of the Martyrs' Shrine is rising, and countless soldiers and civilians are waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Ye Yingwu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Three hundred years, three hundred years of waiting, three hundred years of long-cherished wishes, three hundred years of dreams, are in the present day.

I have been in this era for so long, and I have finally waited for this day. China, which has lived under the clouds of the north for 300 years, has finally waited for this day. There will never be 100,000 soldiers and civilians in Yashan who should have happened ten years later, there will never be a hundred years later before Huaishang cloth unveils the pole and lifts the two Song Heavens, and there is no need to wait until the Han people are conquered by a foreign race for the first time to know the taste of humiliation!

In the past three hundred years, the mountains and rivers have been thousands of miles, and how many remnants have shed tears in the dust, so that when they see a southern envoy coming, they can't help but come forward to ask "when will the king return in a few days".

Over the past 300 years, many soldiers have gone forward and succeeded each other, just to no longer be humiliated and oppressed. Just to protect the last Pure Land of China behind him, just to protect his father, his fellow villagers and his wife and children!

Over the past three hundred years, how many civil and military loyal people have fought hard with the enemy and fought with the opponent for this grand wish, and finally even if they turned into a pile of loess, they had to watch over this side of the world and completely integrate themselves into the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles! 、

The originally clear sky has been blocked by clouds, the sun is howling, and the gentle and delicate spring breeze has long been lost. It was as if thousands of fallen heroes were dancing and roaring in the sky; It seems that for three hundred years, all the unpaid people with lofty ambitions have been looking at Zhongshan from the nine heavens; It seems that all the heroes of Chinese literature and military affairs in the past thousand years have been silently gazing in the dark, staring at the rebirth and rise of the Chinese nation in the past three hundred years!

The sun and the moon shine brightly, shining on the world.

Although Chen Zongli is old, the voice coming from the old man's mouth is still loud, and the voice vibrates Lin Yue. Word by word, it hit everyone's heart hard. Up and down the entire Zhongshan Mountain, only Chen Zongli's voice echoed. Maybe it's because of the mountain, or maybe it's because of God's help, even if you stand at the foot of the mountain, you can even faintly hear the sound coming from the top of the mountain.

“······ Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty said: Shame for a thousand years, and eventually become snow, Zhongxingxing, and Xu Renjie. There are three households in one city, and it is difficult to break strong. How difficult it is to worry about the new national fortunes, and to be tempted to endure the former philosophy. To be expelled from Qiu Kou to restore China, return Yanjie! ”

(Author's note: use the "Southwest Associated University School Song" under the rhyme)

In the wind, the voice is loud, and the words are like thunder, beating the heart.

Faintly, someone was crying lowly.

Chen Zongli slowly put away the edict of the sacrifice, put it on the offering table, and then bowed his hand to Ye Yingwu and slowly retreated. Ye Yingwu slammed out the saber at his waist. At this moment, the sun, which had been obscured by the clouds, suddenly revealed, and dots of water poured on the blade of the sword, turning into a radiant light in an instant.

Ye Yingwu faced the north, the rolling Yangtze River, and the mountains and rivers, and shouted loudly:

"Northern Expedition!"

"Northern Expedition!" Outside the Martyrs' Shrine, countless officials and soldiers shouted loudly at the same time.

"Northern Expedition!" The entire Zhongshan and the entire city of Nanjing were drowned out by this earth-shattering shout.

On the twenty-sixth day of March of the second year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Ye Yingwu of the Ming Dynasty went on a northern expedition to the heavens in Zhongshan outside Nanjing.

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"Boom, boom!" The roar of cannon fire drowned out the entire heavens and the earth.

Standing on the south bank of the river, there was no sound other than the sound of the cannon. On the other side of the river, the smoke and dust rose and rolled, and the camps that the Mongols had operated for a long time were completely enveloped in this smoke and dust. The Mongols obviously knew that an attack on the other side was imminent, so when the Ming artillery appeared, the troops stationed in the camp pulled out of the camp one after another and took refuge to the north.

The artillery of the Ming army did not show mercy because only a small number of Mongol Tatars remained in the camps, because the Mongolian Tatars obviously waited for the Ming army to start crossing the river, and then relied on these camps to hold on, so the artillerymen definitely did not mind erasing all these camps from the ground.

It was the second day of the shelling, and there were almost no traces of the camp on the opposite side, and the fortresses built by the Mongols on the hills on both sides of the opposite bank had collapsed.

Standing on the hillside and raising his clairvoyance to look at the other side, Jiang Ho pursed his lips and said nothing. And Yin Yu, who was standing next to him, held the handle of the knife, this Ming general, who had always been known for his calmness, was obviously a little anxious now, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes exuded a rolling killing intent.

"Hasn't the will of the court come down yet?" Jiang Ho put down his clairvoyance and looked around.

Yin Yu shook his head.

The Ming army shelled for two days, firstly to prepare for the crossing of the river, and secondly, to wait for the will of the imperial court. After all, the information sent by the Northland Striker had already been received by the Tianwu Army, so Jiang Hao and Yin Yu knew very well that they couldn't wait any longer, if the Tianwu Army had been bluffing in Henan, it would be tantamount to exposing the flanks of the two Huai armies and Shandong to the Mongol Tartars who were gradually shrinking their defensive lines, and it also meant that the Mongol Tatars would be left with plenty of time to prepare.

"What the hell is going on this time?" Jiang Ho threw a fist hard.

"The imperial court also has its own hardships and considerations." Yin Yu said in a low voice, glancing at Jiang Hao, there are many soldiers around, and Jiang Hao's complaints like this will inevitably disturb the morale of the army.

Jiang Ho nodded, and just stood and looked at the other side of the river. Since the last time Ye Yingwu inspected the rehearsal of the Tianwu Army and was furious, Jiang Hao seemed to be like a different person, no longer anxious for quick success, always thinking about how to take risks to achieve victory, but began to seriously study the art of war, study the training strategy, and at the same time strengthen the training of the Tianwu Army, and finally made the Tianwu Army, which was originally somewhat comfortable and enjoyable, once again become a group of howling hungry wolves.

Now these hungry wolves are grouped down the hillside, and the warships of the Daming Naval Division are also assembling upstream and downstream. It can be said that as long as the order of the imperial court is delivered, the Tianwu Army can directly break through the river defense with lightning speed.

Yin Yu unconsciously stomped his feet gently, at this moment, even if he had always been calm, he couldn't bear the torment in his heart. A hundred years ago, it was in this place that the old general Zongze shouted "cross the river" three times and died with hatred. Decades ago, it was in this place that the Song army, which had entered Luo, was killed by the Mongol cavalry who suddenly covered it up.

Now that it's the Ming Dynasty, Jiang Hao and Yin Yu don't want to be another old general, and the Tianwu Army doesn't want to be the Song army when Duanping entered Luo.

The rumbling of cannon still echoed.

But everyone heard something different from the cannon.

The horse's hooves beat the earth, crisp and quick.

More than a dozen horsemen came from the south and rushed straight to the hillside where Jiang Hao and Yin Yu were located. The generals on the mountain and the soldiers under the mountain held their breath at the same time at this moment.

Chuan Qi roared out of breath: "Your Majesty's edict, Northern Expedition!" ”

The edict was handed to Jiang Ho.

Jiang Ho stretched out his hands and took it.

All the generals around exhaled softly at the same time, and I don't know when, Yin Yu's eyes were already swirling with tears. The sound of crying can be heard faintly from far and near. However, after Jiang Hao slowly unfolded the edict and read it, all the people had stopped their voices and straightened their waists.

Wipe away the tears and hold the handle of the knife with your hand.

Jiang Ho's hand trembled a little, but he still turned around with a strong stride and drew his sword.

The blade of the sword is pointed at the other side!

"Cross the river! Crossing! Crossing! Jiang Ho shouted loudly.

"Cross the river!" Yin Yu was the first to rush down the hill.

The generals hurriedly ran down the hill with their swords in hand. And the sound of artillery has subsided at this moment.

Only the shouts of Jiang Ho and Yin Yu echoed in the wind.

A hundred years ago, the old general who had exhausted his last bit of effort for this country and this country shouted three times to "cross the river", but he could only die suddenly. A hundred years later, the time has finally come to realize this dream.

"Cross the river!" The generals rushed into their ranks, and one by one raised their flags.

The sailor transports on standby upstream and downstream came to this side at the same time, the white sails fluttering in the wind, and the escort gunboats once again poured their artillery fire on the opposite shore.

Jiang Ho stood on the hillside with his sword in hand, watching the advancing army.

The long-cherished wish of the 300-year Northern Expedition and the dream of crossing the river for 100 years finally became a reality at this moment.

At that moment, Jiang Ho seemed to hear the sound from piercing time and space a hundred years ago, as if he saw the arm that was raised high a hundred years ago but could only be powerlessly put down.

"Cross the river! Crossing! Crossing! ”

All the soldiers shouted and ran to the riverbank.

"Cross the river! Crossing! Crossing! ”

How can this situation not bring tears to people's eyes?! (To be continued.) )