In the early morning, a loud wake-up call was blown at Jingshan Back Campus.
The soldiers all jumped up, put on their clothes and armor, and carried their luggage. Today was their day to bid farewell to the capital. Their luggage had already been packed.
Under the command of their respective captains, they loaded the luggage, ordnance, and supplies onto the carriage. Then they silently went to line up for meals.
In the early morning, Chongzhen got up very early. He was a little worried about whether Yang Fan would withdraw from the capital as scheduled.
Although he now has no shortage of manpower, there is really no army in the capital that can match Yang Fan. Wei Wei's situation is over, and as soon as the imminent crisis disappears, he immediately becomes worried about Yang Fan.
Yang Fan began to feel uneasy in the capital.
In fact, Yang Fan should be given a commanding officer. He has made great achievements in protecting the sky. It is also okay to be granted the title of earl.
At this time, he was worrying about gains and losses, and regretted not giving Yang Fan the reward he deserved.
But he couldn't sleep for several days. The seal of the commander of the Zunhua Guard was carved. He played with it for a long time and was tangled in his heart. In the end, he couldn't bear it.
Yang Fan was too independent and did not have the slightest slavishness and dependence on imperial power that people of this era had.
Chongzhen also saw clearly that there would be no change in Yang Fan whether he was rewarded or not. He would do whatever he was willing to do, whether he was rewarded or not.
On the contrary, he was somewhat unwilling to pay.
Maybe it's because he was originally a mountain villager. Chongzhen thought secretly.
In the end, he still didn't give Yang Fan real power. Yang Fan waited for a while to let him fully consider it.
Then they submitted a memorial, requesting His Majesty to allow the couple to resign from all positions in Dongchang and Jinyiwei, and Xinghe Tuanlian to resume their original status.
Chongzhen didn't know how to speak, so Yang Fan spoke himself.
Yang Fan is always so considerate, thinking ahead in everything, and not giving himself any embarrassment.
However, this time, for some reason, Chongzhen felt inexplicably uncomfortable. It seemed that the more Yang Fan did not seek fame and wealth, the more sensible he became, which made him more mean and ungrateful.
"How's it going with Yang Qing?" Chongzhen asked.
"Your Majesty, Yang Tongzhi packed his luggage last night and was originally scheduled to leave at four o'clock today. His family is also scheduled to leave the city this morning. They will meet at Zhangjiawan, Tongzhou in the evening and take a boat back to Zunhua. Just now.
Dongchang reported that Xinghe Tuanlian is having dinner and is probably leaving soon." Wang Chengen said.
Chongzhen nodded, feeling relieved. If Yang Fan refused to leave, he had no good solution.
After a while, the rumble of war drums came from Jingshan Mountain. Eight strong men, with bare shoulders, vigorously waved their arms and beat the big cowhide drum with sweat.
Because the eight-sided drum is set up on Jingshan Mountain, the sound travels far.
"Why is Yang Qing's war drum different from other military camps? It sounds very rhythmic and quite majestic." Chongzhen asked.
"Your Majesty, Yang Tongzhi played the drum to gather the generals. The drum beat he used was made by himself. It seems to be called the general order." Wang Chengen replied.
Chongzhen vaguely seemed to hear something, as if Yang Fan was singing.
After all, it was too far away to hear clearly, but I still vaguely felt that it was singing.
After all, thousands of people singing at the same time are still very outstanding in the quiet morning.
Military singing basically relies on roaring, almost at the top of one's lungs. It doesn’t matter whether it sounds good or not, what matters is the momentum, otherwise Chongzhen would not have heard it at the Xuanwu Gate. (The north gate of the Forbidden City in the Ming Dynasty was called Xuanwu Gate.
Ye’s taboo was changed to Shenwumen.)
Wang Chengen thought about it and hesitated. He did not expect that His Majesty would come to the Xuanwu Gate near Jingshan. Finally he said: "Your Majesty, this is Yang Tongzhi's military song. After Yang Tongzhi gathered the soldiers, he would first sing the military song and then give lectures.
Finally set off."
"What are they singing?" Chongzhen asked.
"Our team is in the east, with our feet on the land of the Ming Dynasty. Carrying the hope of the Han nation, we are an invincible force."
Gu Jin/spanWang Chengen said this and looked at Chongzhen's face carefully.
Chongzhen's face was expressionless.
"We are the sons of workers and peasants, and we are the armed forces of the people... The soldiers marched in unison to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and the soldiers marched in unison to the frontiers of the Ming Dynasty."
Chongzhen was a little serious at first, but when he heard the second half of Wang Chengen's words, he suddenly laughed.
Somewhat speechless, he said: "Yang Qing probably wrote these lyrics himself. The writing is not clear and white, just like the style of his writings. The sons of workers and peasants, the people's armed forces, hahaha, isn't this just group training?
.It’s a shame that I promoted them to Jin Yiwei, but it’s a pity that in my heart I still regard myself as a group coach. Yang Qing is good at everything, but this pattern is, alas, too small.”
Seeing this obviously problematic lyrics, Chongzhen actually didn't get angry.
Wang Chengen breathed a sigh of relief.
This song is very exciting to listen to. Your Majesty has never heard it live. It makes my blood boil and I want to rush to the battlefield to kill the enemy immediately.
Wouldn’t it be great if someone in the future could sing military songs? Yang Fan’s entire training was for future generations, so naturally he changed the military songs and also plagiarized them.
At this time, the bugle sounded again.
"Your Majesty, the army has set off." Wang Chengen said.
"Let's go back to Qianqing Palace. I still have a lot of memorials that I haven't approved yet." Chongzhen put his mind at ease and had no interest in blowing the wind here.
Xinghe Tuanlian lined up his troops in order and set off one by one, leaving the city through Desheng Gate.
Of the nine gates in the capital, only Desheng Gate is used for moving vehicles.
When I came, I broke in through the door, so I couldn't care less about it. But when I left, according to the rules of the court, I had to go through Deshengmen.
People along the way came out to watch the fun.
To be honest, the people in the capital were a little reluctant to let these group trainers leave.
These soldiers are all handsome young men of eighteen or nineteen years old. They are dressed in straight military uniforms and have a refreshing temperament. They are polite in speech and respect the elderly and the young.
When buying things, you always pay according to the price, and there is never anything to bully the people.
It has been the first time in more than two hundred years for the people of the capital to come into contact with such disciplined soldiers. No one in the Yue family army has ever seen them, but they have seen the Qi family army, and they don't have such good military discipline.
The pay for these soldiers was astonishingly high. An ordinary soldier only had three taels of silver per month, while the soldiers in the Ming Dynasty only had three taels of silver, which was a tenfold difference.
It is said that they also have bonuses.
These people greatly increase the consumption in the capital. They are all big benefactors. The soldiers do a life-threatening job. They don’t know what will happen tomorrow, so they are particularly willing to spend money.
Even the performance of Bada Hutong has been rising steadily.
Not to mention restaurants, bathhouses and other places.
Many soldiers secretly took out and sold the things they were issued, adding a new business to the capital called military conduct.
Various canned meats, canned fruits, compressed biscuits, instant noodles, bagged coffee, candies, chocolates, cigarettes, etc. were distributed in large quantities, allowing the dignitaries in the capital to enjoy themselves.
These things are extremely expensive and ordinary people simply cannot afford them.
But it’s funny to say that most of these things come from the sweethearts of these soldiers. These women shrewdly ask to use these materials to offset the price, and then transfer them to the black market to make a lot of money.
Seeing that these soldiers were about to leave, groups of stumbling girls waved their handkerchiefs and burst into tears. They really couldn't bear to let these stinky brothers leave.
This chapter has been completed!