"Commander Zhang, or our brothers should not go, we are all like this, if someone sees a joke and loses face, it is not only us who is lost, it is the face of the emperor and the court."

In the parade command room, a general who had lost his right arm said his request anxiously to Zhang Hang, who was holding a walkie-talkie and adjusting the parade team.

"Bang!"

The heavy slamming of the table startled the general, who had no right arm.

"This is an order from the imperial court, what is not ashamed, you kid has been a soldier for so many years, don't you still know that the military order is like a mountain?"

"Let you participate in the parade and walk in the forefront of the ranks, this is what the emperor emphatically requires."

"Whoever dares to see your jokes, no matter who it is, Lao Tzu will be the first to cut him."

Striding in front of the disabled general, Zhang Hang looked at him seriously and said: "Bangs, this is the glory that the emperor gave you, and it is also the glory for your brothers." ”

"If you choose to quit at this time, it will not only break the emperor's heart, but also the hearts of the brothers in the whole army."

The general bowed his head.

To be honest, at first they received the order that they could also participate in the parade, and they were very excited.

It turns out that the court has not forgotten them, and has not forgotten them, these useless people.

On the night when the order was received, many soldiers who had been seriously wounded on the battlefield and did not leave a single tear began to cry while holding the order.

And his bangs are also one of them.

"Raise your head, the Ming soldiers must hold my head high at any time, even if I die."

"Yes."

Bangs reflexively stood up and straightened his chest, and looked at Zhang Hang with blazing eyes.

"Good!"

Nodding his head again and again with satisfaction, Zhang Hang stepped forward and straightened his collar.

"Go back and get ready, ready for the most glorious moment of your life."

"tnd, that is, Lao Tzu has no chance, otherwise how could this position of team leader be given to you."

The reddish bangs grinned, raised his left hand and bowed, turned around and strode away.

"Stinky boy!"

Looking at the back in the distance, Zhang Hang couldn't help but laugh and scold.

Since the imperial court issued the order for the military parade, Zhang Hang, a small officer of the Shenji Battalion, was fortunate to be selected as the commander-in-chief of the parade.

Originally, it was not his turn to take this position, such an important moment, such an important position, at least a general of Jianghuai's level.

But the imperial court picked it up and found that most of the qualified ones didn't have time.

Zhang Fu, the chief of the general staff, not only had to deal with post-war affairs, but also accompanied the emperor to review the troops.

Li Hu, a meritorious veteran of the navy, was guilty of rheumatism, let alone commanding a military parade, and it was difficult to walk.

Jianghuai has no time to take up this post because he wants to control several fronts in the West to prevent chaos at this important moment.

originally wanted Liu Sheng to come, but Liu Sheng refused.

In the words of this guy.

He has completed the glory of his life, so leave this opportunity to the young.

Zhu Zhangui saw that these people had discussed for a long time and there was no personal choice, so he directly made a decision.

This little officer, who relied on killing the Holy Father, never dreamed that among a large number of bigwigs, he would be lucky enough to stand out and become the commander-in-chief of the military parade.

In order to live up to Zhu Zhangui's trust, this guy has been stationed in the barracks since he received the order, and he went down to the training troops every day to personally watch them train.

After two months of training, today is finally the time to test the results.

"Commander Zhang, the emperor has set off to prepare all the troops."

The report of the Imperial City Guard sounded over the intercom.

Zhang Hang's expression froze, he replied that he had received it, and picked up the walkie-talkie to adjust to all channels.

"The parade phalanx listens to the order, and the countdown is half an hour."

The officers who were lining up on the parade ground quickly stood up after receiving the order, turned around and shouted loudly to the soldiers who were resting cross-legged behind them.

"Half an hour countdown to prepare, those who want to go to the toilet hurry up, and others help their teammates around them to sort out their military uniforms and equipment."

Whoa...

The order was delivered, and the soldiers stood up as fast as they could.

Those who wanted to go to the toilet handed over their guns to their partners as soon as possible and ran to the toilet specially prepared for them in the distance.

Those who don't have this idea are helping each other with their partners to sort out their military uniforms and equipment.

Time passed slowly, and the parade troops soon formed a horizontal and vertical parade phalanx.

The officers also took the trouble to keep shuttling and inspecting it, and when they encountered problems, they reached out to help sort it out.

When the ding......

The court music came from a distance, and these soldiers, who had no expression in the face of the enemy's artillery and bullets, were a little nervous.

Later, they will see the emperor.

It was a legendary existence, and it was rumored to be a god-like emperor.

There are countless folk legends about this emperor.

For example, this emperor is the descendant of Emperor Ziwei, who swept the world and unified Kyushu.

It is also said that this emperor is the reincarnation of an ancient sage.

Anyway, all kinds of theories, it's no problem to compile dozens of mythological stories.

The liturgy didn't last long, and it soon stopped.

Lu Xin, who was already in his prime, and the silver-haired secretary of the Ministry of Rites, did not look like an old man at all, and strode forward to stand by a row of speakers.

"All quiet!"

Lu Xin shouted, and the noisy scene instantly quieted down.

The people who watched the ceremony, according to the arrangement of entering the venue, stood in all directions, looking expectantly at the viewing platform in the distance.

Although the distance was a little far away, they couldn't see the faces on it clearly, but they still watched quietly.

"I declare that the Victory Parade has officially begun."

When the scene quieted down, Lu Xin raised his voice and loudly announced the start of the victory parade.

Taking a step back slightly, Lu Xin faced in one direction.

"Salute!"

"Boom...... Boom ........."

The salute troops, which were neatly lined up in the northeast corner, immediately fired a salute into the sky after receiving the order.

A specially built salute rang out with a terrifying sound.

At the same time, in the Southern Passage.

Three hundred and sixty-five salute soldiers, guarding the Great Bright Sun and Moon Flag, walked to the flagpole in front of the viewing platform with standard steps.

At this moment, everyone stood up, even Xia Yuanji, who had been a little inconvenient in the past two days, stubbornly paused his crutches and asked the son next to him to help him up.

Looking at the sun and moon flag with gold characters on a red background, the old minister's eyes slowly became a little trance.

The scene in front of him made him feel like he was back on the day when the old man abdicated.

It was the same that day, but it's a pity that things are wrong.

The old man who used to be the world's mighty is no longer there.

And he, who is full of fighting spirit and is dedicated to saving money for the country, has only a few last breaths.

"Your Majesty, have you seen our Da Ming today?"

When the day and moon flag came to the flagpole, Xia Yuanji, who came to his senses, looked at the sky with his old yellow eyes.

"All stand solemnly, play music and raise the flag!"

The stirring music was transmitted all over the world through microphones and radios.

At this time, no matter where the people of the Ming Dynasty are, as long as they can hear this voice, they will stand in the direction of the Jingshi and recite the Ming war song silently.

When the national song ends, many people can't come back to their senses for a long time.

And just when everyone was still immersed in the blood boiling just now, Zhu Zhangui and Zhang Fu, the general staff officer, had already come to the viewing platform and boarded the parade car.

The car moved slowly forward and stopped on the central axis in front of the ceremonial platform.

There was also a car on the opposite side, and the person standing on the car was Zhang Hang, the commander-in-chief of the parade.

"Your Majesty, the troops of the three armed forces have finished parading, please review, and the commander-in-chief of the parade, Zhang Hang, will report to you."

Looking at the emaciated man in front of him who had entered middle age, Zhu Zhangui bowed his head slightly with a serious expression.

"Let's go!"

Zhu Zhangui began, and the parade march sounded excitedly.

Accompanied by the passionate parade march, Zhu Zhangui held the handle of the car and looked into the distance with serious eyes, forming a long line of parade phalanx.

The number of people in this parade was not that much, only 130,000.

A minister once suggested that such a grand ceremony would be better for another parade of millions of legions.

But was rejected by Zhu Zhangui.

In the past, a huge corps parade could be held because other troops could guard the frontier of the Ming Dynasty, and the national defense field corps could be temporarily withdrawn.

But not now.

Although the war has ended, it is not safe in various places, and without the presence of troops, chaos may break out at any time.

It is precisely because of so many factors that Zhu Zhangui decided to only select some soldiers from each regiment to participate in the parade, and the others continue to be stationed in various places to prevent those petty gangsters from jumping out.

"Daming Army Flag Guard, salute!"

When the convoy came to the first phalanx, the captain of the flag guard drew his saber at his waist and saluted at the slowly approaching vehicle.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

Zhu Zhangui raised his hand and swept his gaze over the faces of every soldier as much as possible.

"Daming Wansheng!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, and even their voices became hoarse in the excitement.

"Salute!"

The military flag guards crossed by, and a special phalanx appeared in front of Zhu Zhangui and Zhang Fu, who raised his hand and saluted.

Seeing this phalanx, Zhu Zhangui's originally slightly waved hand stopped, returned a solemn military salute, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "The Ming army is mighty!" ”

Seeing the emperor saluting them, the soldiers of this phalanx trembled with excitement, and even a few in wheelchairs struggled to stand up.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The eyes of both sides kept looking at each other, and it was not until they reached the next phalanx that Zhu Zhangui withdrew his hand and sent a greeting to the next legion.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"Daming Wansheng!"

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Loud greetings and excited responses were sent to the world through microphones placed on both sides of the road.

The soldiers stationed all over the world listened to the passionate parade march from the loudspeaker and the shouts that shook the sky, and their eyes were full of envy.

Even many soldiers regretted in their hearts that if they had been more serious at the beginning, they would have been the ones standing on the parade ground.

150,000 soldiers, plus chariot equipment, formed more than 50 phalanxes.

Zhu Zhangui did not have any impatience in his heart, and in the face of every phalanx, he greeted the soldiers in the most perfect state.

He knew it in his heart.

These soldiers are the most sensitive at this moment, even if there is anything wrong with his expression, the soldiers will be flustered and uneasy in their hearts.

Therefore, in order to calm the hearts of the soldiers, he must ensure that he is in the best state throughout the whole process and give the soldiers the most cordial and beautiful greetings.

Even if this greeting is only those 4 words: the Ming army is mighty!

When the last square was inspected, the parade car did not turn back, but turned around, ran from an airstrip, and came to the viewing platform.

This time, Zhu Zhangui did not speak.

According to the arrangement of the imperial court, he has a lot of things to be busy today.

The military parade in the morning and the memorial of the fallen soldiers in the afternoon are very tightly scheduled.

If he were to speak, he would miss the auspicious time.

It doesn't matter if he says less, he can't delay the souls of those fallen soldiers, the best time to go on the road.

As Zhu Zhangui and Zhang Fu returned to the viewing platform, the parade march was repeated in an instant, and the passionate drum beat sounded quickly.

The parade phalanx lined up on the side of the road also marched quickly to form a columnar mode.

When the soldiers adjusted their formation, on the parade channel in front of the viewing platform, a famous general threw colorful flags onto the parade channel.

The king's captives, who had the best place to watch the ceremony, looked at their flags being thrown in the middle of the road, and then looked at the parade phalanx facing here in the distance, and their faces were extremely pale.

"Son, isn't this a bit too much."

Looking at the elated generals who placed the captured flags, Zhu Fatpang hesitated for a moment, feeling that this was too humiliating.

After all, they all defeated each other, and it would be a bit too much to slap a big mouth like this.

Zhu Zhangui smiled and waved at his father.

"Dad, you don't understand."

"We defeated only their bodies, and this step is to completely destroy their souls."

"Not only will I let them die physically, but I will also let their souls scatter."

Zhu Zhangui's fierce words made Zhu Chubby frown.

However, just when he was about to persuade and persuade, Empress Dowager Zhang, who was standing aside, stretched out her hand and dragged him and glared at him.

Looking at his wife, looking at his son with a flat expression, and then at the ministers and generals who didn't care, Zhu Chupang sighed and sat back in his chair.

"Split start!"

When the flags of the countries are spread and the troops are ready.

Zhang Fu, the chief of the general staff, led the generals behind him to shout in unison, and ordered the column to begin.

The passionate drum music sounded again, and the parade troops lined up marched forward with standard steps and neat queues.

"To the right, look."

The flag guard stepped into a line, the captain of the team shouted, and all the soldiers walked in unison, and the rifles on their shoulders were removed, stood up, and split.

The bright bayonet hung behind the teammates in front of him, strode on the flags of various countries under his feet, and passed the viewing platform in an orderly manner.

The captives of the kings of various countries in the best position to observe the ceremony, seeing the flag of the kingdom trampled under the feet of the Ming soldiers, their hearts were like ashes, and their eyes were full of despair and anger.

"Wansheng, Wansheng..."

The kings and captives of various countries were heartbroken, and the people of the Ming Dynasty let out a deafening cheer when they saw this scene.

At the same time, a lot of pride and pride rose in my heart.

This is their Da Ming, this is the Da Ming army that ignores all enemies, this is their patron saint.

When the flag guard passed, the people had not yet recovered from their excitement, and a new phalanx came into their eyes.

The cheering stopped instantly.

Looking at this particular phalanx, everyone fell silent.

All the people above the viewing platform, under the leadership of Zhu Zhangui, the soldiers saluted, the civil officials bowed their hands, and the women performed the salute of ten thousand blessings.

It's a sign of respect for these people, and it's also a thank you for them.

The phalanx consisted of countless disabled soldiers, some of whom were supported by those around them, others who were pushed in wheelchairs.

Although they were physically disabled, their spirits were extraordinarily high.

One by one, they raised their heads with their chests straightened, their eyes slightly red with tears, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the people who were saluting on the viewing platform.

There are no words, no explanations, everything is in silence.

This was specially arranged by Zhu Zhangui.

He didn't know what he thought in his previous life, there was no such similar parade troop appearing.

But he would never allow that in the Ming Dynasty, these soldiers who shed blood and sacrificed for the country could not attend at this most important time.

Even in order to let everyone remember these people, Zhu Zhangui arranged them in the first place behind the military flag phalanx.

This position was bought by them with their blood and lives, and no one can shake it.

When this particular phalanx passed, the excitement returned to the scene.

Every time a phalanx marches majestically, it will usher in the excited shouts and cheers of the people.

And when the tank regiment appeared, it was the atmosphere that was pushed to the peak.

The people's voices were hoarse, but looking at the mighty and domineering chariot, they still shouted desperately.

"Buzz Buzz Buzz ......"

As the chariot legion passed, a sudden roar sounded in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw that in the direction of the east, hundreds of fighters lined up in a combat queue, whizzing quickly over the parade ground.

Looking at the dazzling sun and moon flags on the wings of the plane, and the steel light reflected by the sun's rays.

There was a moment of froze at the scene, and then screams pierced the sky.

"Daming Wansheng, Wansheng, Wansheng!"

ps: No accidents.,Tomorrow should be the last one.,Some things won't be said today.,Send a separate one tomorrow.。

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