The soldiers who participated in the parade straightened their waists one by one, and tried their best to show the most perfect state of the Ming National Defense Army.

That's right, it's the Ming Defense Force.

At the beginning of Yongle 18, because there was no large-scale war this year, Zhu Zhangui put forward the idea of the National Defense Force that he had been thinking about for a long time.

The army of the Ming Dynasty is numerous, and it is also very complex, with guards, elite battalions, and troops of various titles, as many as 10 kinds.

Although such an establishment can confuse the enemy's hearing and make the enemy unable to guess the strength of the Ming army, it is actually very chaotic.

Many officials of the Ministry of War will even forget about a certain unit if they do not go out of their way to check on it.

For example, the reserve army led by Qi Yuan in Shandong, with the rise of the Ming Navy, this army was almost forgotten by the Ministry of War.

There is no way, most of the supplies of this kind of local troops are supported by local yamen, and the supply of tuntian, and the imperial court does not directly issue Yulu, plus the number of people is small, and it is normal to be forgotten.

It is precisely because of various reasons in the army that Zhu Zhangui decided to unify the management of the Ming Army, and the professional combat army is the professional combat army, and the local garrison force is the local garrison force.

Zhu Zhangui discussed with the old man and his father for a long time, and finally set the Ming army's troops into three formations.

They are the Wehrmacht, which is a foreign conquest and has strong mobility and combat effectiveness.

and the guards who guarded the local cities and suppressed the bandits, and finally the militia units that patrolled the villages and villages.

It also stipulates that in the future, all legions of the Ming Dynasty cannot recruit troops privately, and all of them will be uniformly trained by the Governor's Office of the Five Armies, and then assigned to different units according to the soldiers' combat ability and physical fitness.

The advantage of this distribution is that elite soldiers can be used where they should be used, and those soldiers with average ability, or those who are civilian enlistments, can be thrown into the local garrison to guard the city.

It is unreliable to expect those literati to fight, and letting them serve in the military is only to strengthen ideological management, and if they really want to fight, maybe there will be a batch of scalp itchy and too cold, which will make people feel bad.

In addition to the name change, there has also been a redeployment of the army.

The new maximum establishment of the Ming army is the corps level, with 10,000 people, a corps commander, a battalion commander for 5,000 people, a captain for 1,000 people, a squadron leader for 500 people, 100 people for squad leaders, and 10 people for a guard commander.

In addition, each level also has a military chief who is responsible for the ideological education and management of soldiers.

The Legion Commander is the actual commander of the troops, and is the highest-ranking commander in the generals' rank.

If the imperial court wanted to use a large army to fight, it needed an order from the military department and the governor's office of the five armies to mobilize the troops.

If an order is issued by one of the two parties, the corps commander has the right to refuse to carry out the order.

There is one exception, however, and that is the Emperor's order.

The emperor had a golden dragon order in his hand, which could directly bypass these two divisions and issue combat orders to the various legions.

Of course, this order is not normally given by the royal family.

But once this order is issued, it means that the royal family is in danger, and the military department and the governor's office of the five armies are no longer worth believing.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves is shocking, and the passionate war song inspires blood.

With the appearance of the sun and moon golden dragon banner representing the emperor, a veteran stood up in the first legion of the Ming National Defense Army, which ranked first.

He looked at the chariot that had appeared in sight, and the two emperors in free clothes on the chariot, and pulled out the sword at his waist with a "poof", raised it in front of his eyes and shouted loudly.

"The First Regiment of the Ming National Defense Force, welcome to my emperor!"

The commander of the First Army behind him looked helplessly and enviously at the veteran who stood tall and tall.

Originally, this errand should have been his, but the veterans of the court shouted that they were going to retire and that they would have another glory before they retired.

So these shameless old guys, hold on

As an elder, he squeezed aside the legion commanders who led the team and took their place.

The legion commanders were aggrieved in their hearts, but the emperor didn't say anything about it, these veterans are their elders, let them drive them away, and they really don't have the courage.

So the glorious errand that originally belonged to them was shamelessly snatched away by these old guys.

The carriage slowly advanced with the fierce battle song, and when the veteran of the acting First Army shouted, Zhu Fatpang was just about to respond, and his ears remembered the old man's shouting.

"Great Ming Wansheng!"

The corners of Zhu Fatpang's mouth twitched slightly, and he took back the hand he had just raised without a trace.

The soldiers of the First Legion, who lined up in a neat line, clenched their weapons in their hands and saluted the chariots, erupted into an earth-shattering roar after the old man raised his hand in response.

"Da Ming, Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!"

Angry and earth-shattering.

Any army can win the title of No. 1, and its combat strength and exploits are beyond the reach of other troops.

The composition of the soldiers of the First Army came from all the soldiers of the whole army who had made great achievements.

The court summoned them to form the First Legion, which was a reward for them, as well as a recognition of their merits.

The chariot passed quickly, and the emperor looked at the soldier, who responded with a determined look.

Perhaps out of respect for these soldiers, or because he didn't want the scene to cool down, the old man would raise his hand every time the chariot crossed hundreds of meters, sending the highest salute to these soldiers.

Wan Sheng is the highest praise for the army, and it is also the most sincere wish for them.

As an immediate emperor, the old man was more kind to the soldiers than the ministers.

When he gave orders, these soldiers would strictly follow his orders, but the ministers were full of flowers and intestines, secretly opposing him, the emperor.

The neatly lined up team was endless, shouting again and again, responding again and again, and there was no impatience in the old man's eyes, let alone coping with things.

Even if the loud shouting made his voice a little hoarse, he still used the loudest voice to try to make every soldier hear his voice.

The team of a million troops, the chariot from beginning to end, took nearly an hour.

When the last legion finished the review, the chariot slowly turned around, and under the gaze of all the soldiers, it quickly rushed to Yongding Gate.

The people waiting on both sides were not impatient, and they cheered loudly every time they heard the soldiers' loud responses from the loudspeakers.

Although the people don't know many words, they deeply understand a truth, without the silent efforts of these soldiers, the Ming Dynasty would not have the current glory, and they would not have the good life they have now.

In addition, in recent years, the management of the Ming army has become stricter and stricter, and the things that disturb the people have gradually ceased to appear, which also makes the people have a higher and higher impression of the Ming army, and even surpass the parents who manage them.

Well, in fact, they don't have a good opinion of their parents.

After inspecting the army, the old man seemed to be in a very good mood, and when the convoy returned to Yongdingmen, he didn't even let people help him, and jumped out of the car directly.

"Dad, you wait for me!"

Seeing that the old man was about to enter the city, Zhu Fatpang, who had just gotten off half of the car, hurriedly shouted.

"Huh!"

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard the shout of his eldest son, and when he turned around and saw his son's crown dress, he suddenly patted his forehead, hurriedly ran back, grabbed Zhu Chubby's hand, and hurriedly said apologetically.

"Boss, it's my father's fault, when I saw the army just now, I forgot that you are now the emperor, and it was my father's fault to steal your limelight."

"But don't worry, next time, next time, Dad will never make such a mistake again!"

The corners of Zhu Chubby's mouth twitched, looking at the old man who was sincere in compensation, and smiled helplessly: "Dad, you can be happy, both of us will talk the same."

One of the father and son apologized, and the other said against his will

persuaded each other, supported each other and walked to the city tower.

Zhu Zhangui, who was following behind, shrugged his shoulders, he could guarantee with his feet that the old man definitely did not deliberately ignore his father, but after seeing the army, he really forgot about his father, the new emperor, in a moment of excitement.

After all, before the morning, the old man was still the emperor, and he had been an emperor for so many years, and when he encountered a big scene, habitual speaking had become instinctive, and if no one reminded him, he really couldn't remember it for a while.

Alas, poor old man, the next military parade is when I ascend the throne, and I think you may not be able to rob me.

Above the castle tower, the veterans who had retired from the ranks after a handful of addictions were waiting for a moment of spectacular separation.

The civil officials are a little unimpressed, the military parade or something is the most boring, what's the point of looking at these stinky mud legs, it's better to go to the Qinglou Painting Workshop and watch those dancing girls.

The dancers can see their blood boiling when they dance, and watching these stinky mud legs walk in line, it is estimated how boring and boring it is.

The old man, who is as addicted as the veterans, will not steal the limelight from his son this time, so he will sit in his place, waiting for the division later, and the special forces that the little cub still maintains mystery.

"The people of the Ming Dynasty, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, I am Zhu Gaochi, the new administrator of the Ming Dynasty, and I am also the emperor in your mouth."

After the parade, Zhu Pang Pang had a short speech, the main purpose of which was to meet with the people and talk about the past and glorious future of the Ming Dynasty.

"From the establishment of the Ming Dynasty to the present, it has been more than 50 years, and in the past 50 years, from the leaders of the empire to the ordinary people, we have worked together to defeat strong enemies, and with our hands and unwavering perseverance, we have established our ideal country."

"The strength of the Ming Empire is inseparable from the efforts of everyone in the entire Ming Dynasty, without your hard work and unreal dedication, the Ming Dynasty would not have the current glory."

"For the past 50 years, we have ........."

Zhu Panpang's speech was very straightforward, so straightforward that ordinary people who couldn't read big characters could understand the meaning.

This is the tradition of the old Zhu family, Zhu Yuanzhang was thinking about it back then, the common people couldn't understand the announcements issued by the officials, and it was changed to stipulate that all the books and texts that announced the world should be written in the vernacular, which should be simple and easy to understand, so that the people can understand it as soon as they hear it.

For so many years, this rule of the imperial court has not changed, and every time the old man issues an edict, it is also in the vernacular.

Zhu Fatpang has been brilliant since he was a child, and he is familiar with Confucian scriptures, so it is naturally not a problem to make splendid articles.

But he deeply understood the significance of his grandfather's doing, so he threw away the speech script given to him by Yang Pu and others, and wrote a vernacular essay according to his own ideas.

「…… In the future, the imperial court will devote more attention to the people and strive to develop agriculture and people's livelihood."

In the next 20 years, every family will have clothes and food. Let every child go to school, let every elderly person have a good old age, and let every young person have the ability to support a family."

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

Zhu Chubby's speech was cheered loudly by hundreds of people.

Hearing the deafening cheers, Zhu Fatpang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, took a step back slightly, and raised his hand to salute slightly.

"May my Ming people be safe and healthy, may my Ming soldiers win a hundred battles, and may my Ming national fortune last for ten thousand years!"

"Ten thousand years of the Ming Dynasty, ten thousand years of the Ming Dynasty, ten thousand years of the Ming Dynasty!"

Under the shouts of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Fu, who had taken over Lu Xin's position, led 10 senior generals such as Jianghuai, Ningyangbo, and Chen Mao behind him, and shouted loudly in front of the microphone.

"Parade split, begin!"

"Knock knock..."

The fierce war drums spread all over the four fields, and the desolate horn reached the nine heavens.

"Whoa!"

A white tiger battle flag was unfurled in the wind, and the specially selected flag-carrying generals, escorted by 100 army commanders, took the lead in striding forward.

As the head of the whole army

The supreme commander of the soldiers, they will be the first batch to be reviewed by the emperor and the military officials and all the people of the world.

As the columns slowly moved forward, the sound of war drums and horns slowly stopped, and the military band in red uniforms played a bloody war song that exalted generosity.

This piece was also personally selected by the old man.

The composer is a middle-level general who was wounded on the battlefield, and when he retired and returned home, he recalled the past battlefield and composed a tune.

When the Ministry of War announced that it was going to choose a song to be played specifically for the Ming army, the middle-level general who was disabled at home offered this song that he hummed in a low voice on weekdays.

Later, when the selected pieces were played one by one, the old man confirmed the song at a glance.

The rumbling footsteps are neatly aligned, and the marching columns that cannot be forgotten are like fierce beasts in ancient times, murderous.

Some people who had never been to the battlefield and had never seen murder felt the monstrous murderous aura that rushed in front of them, and the hairs on their bodies exploded, as if they had encountered some danger to their lives, and instinctively reminded him to run away quickly.

The envoys of various countries on both sides of the city tower had solemn faces, looking at the fluttering white tiger battle flag and silently pondering.

"What a murderous aura!"

Ivan III, who had also fought on the battlefield, looked at the Ming army that was slowly moving forward, and his eyes were full of shock and surprise.

In his heart, he had already put the Ming army in a very high position, but until this moment he knew that he still underestimated the Ming army.

Looking at the bright red military uniform, Ivan III couldn't help but murmur in his mouth.

"With such a strong army, I am afraid that the entire West together is not an opponent, and if there is no strong country rising in a short period of time, I am afraid that the whole world will be occupied by red in less than a hundred years."

Although he wanted to use the power of the Ming Dynasty, he did not want the Ming Dynasty to meddle in the West.

He was an ambitious man who wanted to be the supreme king of the West.

But now that he saw such a strong military power of the Ming Dynasty, he began to worry about the West, to be precise, because of his own ambitions.

Ivan III was sad, but the king of Joseon did not care, but was happy.

As far as his position in North Korea is located, no matter how much ambition he has, he has to bury it in his heart.

As a lackey of the Ming Dynasty, he has seen the horror of the Ming army.

Hundreds of thousands of little gourds were killed before he could react, and now there is still a rancid corpse smell wafting outside his Seoul.

He knew it was a warning from the grandson of the Ming Emperor, oh no, the crown prince.

North Korea honestly treats Daming as a dog, and may be able to ensure safety for a period of time, but once there is any dissent, the hundreds of thousands of little gourds will be their fate.

Therefore, the king of Joseon never thinks about anything in his heart, and what he thinks every day is how to please the Ming Dynasty, how to serve the Ming father well, and let his Joseon Dynasty exist for a while longer.

He doesn't have any extravagance in his heart, as long as North Korea is fine before he dies, as for what happens later, it's none of his business.

"Salute!"

When the banner crossed a specially set sign in the gate tower, the commander of the First Legion drew his sword and shouted angrily.

In an instant, all the army commanders uniformly pulled out their waist swords and saluted, and at the same time, the unison steps under their feet turned into positive steps, staring at the city tower with a serious expression, and striding forward.

Zhu Chubby, who was standing in the middle of the city tower, also waved his hand with a serious expression.

Seeing such a neat pace and neat procession, the people watching the ceremony were excited, clapped vigorously with both hands, and applauded loudly.

This is the elite division that guards the Ming Dynasty, the mighty division.

In the past, they had only heard about how powerful the army was, but this was the first time that they had the opportunity to watch the army march up close.

Looking at the horizontal and vertical phalanx, the people felt a burst of pride in their hearts.

The Ming Dynasty has such a strong army, and who in the world dares to bully.

After walking with the officer corps, first

The Legion came into view.

Due to the large number of soldiers and the fact that they could not be divided into phalanxes for review, the troops of the review would pass quickly on the march for the same consideration of time.

As the most elite unit of the Ming Dynasty, the weapons equipped by the First Army are naturally no longer cold weapons, but are replaced with firearms and equipment like the Shenji Battalion, which was reorganized into the Second and Third Legions.

Due to the number of third-generation rifles, they cannot be mass-assembled with troops, so the rifles used by the first regiment are still single-shot rifles of the second generation.

The soldiers on the parade, holding the butt of their rifles in their left hands, put their rifles with bayonets on their shoulders, swinging their right hands slightly, and the black leather military boots under their feet walked neatly as the soldiers marched up to the castle tower and saluted quickly.

Zhu Zhangui, who was accompanying Zhu Fatpang and watching the troops pass below, followed his father and waved to the troops, while his eyes narrowed slightly.

The army in front of him was all too familiar in his memory.

If you change the soldiers into German uniforms and the rifles for 98k, then the army marching below is the mighty and invincible regiment of the Third Reich.

It can be seen from this that our new crown prince, in addition to being an angry youth, is also a German fan.

But think about it, after all, German fans and angry young people are very radical.

One after another legions slowly passed in front of them, and when the 10th Army Corps of the Wehrmacht passed, a unit dressed completely different from the Ming Army appeared in front of everyone.

This unit no longer wears a red uniform, but a navy blue uniform.

The banner they played was not the white tiger battle flag of the army, but a green dragon that turned the clouds and the sea.

On the blank edge of the flagpole, there is a line of very flowing words.

"Ming Marines!"

That's right, this unit, which is wearing a navy blue uniform, is a marine unit under the management of the Navy.

After years of development, the Marine Corps is now a huge army with 5 regiments and 50,000 men.

It's just that this unit has been active in the navy all the year round, and except for the people in the coastal areas, the people in the inland don't know much about this unit, and many people have not even heard of the name of this unit.

When the three Marines passed the phalanx, a relatively small regiment appeared in front of everyone. (The other two are on duty at the naval base, and they are not in the army number, they have a special number.) ）

The military uniform worn by this army makes people feel weird, not the unified robe of the Ming army is a military uniform, but the same white as the underwear that everyone usually wears, and it is a strange long-sleeved and long-pants dress, with a strange big-brimmed hat on the head, and it is also a Qinglong battle flag.

Just when everyone was wondering where this filial piety army came from, a man's voice sounded in the passionate and generous military music horn.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are approached by a naval phalanx, led by my chief officer Li Hu of the Ming Dynasty."

"Since the establishment of the navy, Chief Officer Li Hu has led the officers and men of the navy, piloted the Ming warship to cut through the waves, drove away the Japanese who had harassed our country's maritime frontier for many years, guarded the safety of the people along our coast, and established a great wall on the sea for our Ming coastline."

"And the potatoes we promoted this year were brought back from thousands of miles overseas by Zhenhai Gong and his navy officers and sailors through storms and dangers."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please cheer and shout for us, the valiant sailors!"

It was Zhu Zhangui who spoke, and he just saw that the scene of the navy was a little cold, so he hurriedly squeezed to the microphone in front of his father and quickly introduced the naval forces.

Sure enough, with Zhu Zhangui's introduction, the common people applauded and shouted excitedly when they heard that this army wearing filial piety clothes was the army that had beaten away the Japanese and brought back high-yield grain.

The sailors, who were walking slowly forward with the flag, heard the deafening cheers, and the corners of their mouths were slightly hooked.

The naval forces slowly passed through amid the cheers of the people, and they were followed by the eleventh and twelfth reorganizations

, three thousand battalions of the thirteenth, fourteenth, fifteenth regiments.

Although they did not expand by 100,000 as the grapevine had done, the imperial court expanded them to 50,000 cavalry this year, which was not as rumored but satisfactory.

As the king of war in the cold weapon period, the cavalry caused the excitement of the people as soon as it appeared.

What did the Mongols rely on to dominate the world back then?

Not their numbers, nor how brave they were, but their desperately large cavalry corps.

In the minds of many ordinary people, 10 infantry can't beat a cavalry, and a cavalry force of 10,000 people can be worth 100,000 troops.

This shows how important the cavalry is in the hearts of the common people.

The huge cavalry corps passed slowly, and then the other regiments that reviewed it also passed through the Yongding Gate in turn.

The time consumed by the review of the million legions is very long.

When the last infantry corps passed in front of the Yongding Gate, the time came to evening.

The people who had been cheering for a day were hoarse, but every time a legion passed in front of them, they still gave a loud cheer.

This is the respect for these Ming soldiers who defend the country, and it is also a cheer for the Ming Dynasty to be strong and prosperous.

Only with a strong army can we have a safe place to live, and only then can ordinary people, like ordinary people, thrive in peace and security.

When the last legion passed through Yongding Gate, just when everyone thought that the parade was about to end, there was a sudden roar in the air in the west.

"Wow!"

Hearing this strange sound, many people looked curiously, but when they saw what the sound was coming from, some timid people were so frightened that they collapsed directly to the ground.

"Oh my God, the Emperor Taizu has descended to earth!"

An old man who was supported by his son on crutches exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the huge thing that covered the sky in the west.

ps: My cousin got married today, and I was busy at her house for a day, so I'm sorry for the delay.