Suddenly, everything changed.

Decades ago, the ordinary people of the Ming Dynasty didn’t care about the war in Liaodong at all. For them, Liaodong was just a matter far away. What does it have to do with them?

Of course there is a relationship. The so-called "relationship" is actually the increased "Liaofu", which means the harsh taxes.

That's all.

But in the autumn of the 21st year of the Gansheng, when the newspaper reported the Ottoman atrocities with long news and wrote the unyielding heroic posture of the envoy, people were moved and also shrouded in anger.

It seemed that overnight, all the people of the Ming Dynasty became the kind of righteous men who "commonly made a fuss to die for the country". In various cities of the Ming Dynasty, from south to north. On the streets, among the people of the five elements and six industries, among them, there were students, merchants, ordinary citizens, military households, and farmers. They gathered next to the advertising columns on the street, staring at the book-sized numbers above, even if the Ottomans and their monarchs were read very easily. But the readers still read loudly with unmistakable pronunciations:

"... Heaven and earth are learning from us. We are not trying to expand our territory and vanity in military merits, but to defend the heaven and the dignity and security of every Ming people. We are fighting for the cause of justice..."

The words on the outside are very straightforward, even in vernacular, and directly tell everyone that the war against the Ottoman was not for territory, not for military merit, but for dignity, security, justice, and...

In short, in a word, this is a just cause.

In every corner of the Ming Dynasty, there were signs of war breaking out everywhere, and the army was gathering... Especially in various garrisons, the scenes of soldiers saying goodbye to their families were even more shocking: the young reserve soldiers, wearing military uniforms, danced in the bustling garrisons, dancing in the cheerful drums and music, and in the dusty square, cheering wildly, shouting something, the people in military uniforms all seemed extremely excited, while their relatives hung amulets for them, and some young women would hug them and cry.

At the train station, a train loaded with reserve soldiers passed by, and the moment the two trains met, a frenzy shout suddenly erupted.

"See the Martyrs' Temple!"

This kind of crazy, even with ominous blessings spread between the two trains. For these young people who grew up during the Gansheng period, had never experienced war and famine, and in the glory of their fathers, and in the oath of "Where is your life, serve the king with loyalty", at this moment, such a vow is the only thought of these military children.

They imagined their fathers like that. They gained their military merits and personal glory in war, so that they could not just live under the glory of their fathers.

If they really have to face death, they are willing to face all this. After all, they are children of the military family, and death itself is what they need to face. Even in the education they have received over the past 20 years, they stubbornly believe that death is even a personal glory.

Yes, in the past 20 years, these military children have grown up in the schools of the garrison. Even their textbooks are different from ordinary textbooks, but textbooks carefully compiled by the Ministry of War. What they instilled in those textbooks was the loyalty, responsibility, obligation and glory of soldiers, and even instilled in the concept of scholars in the Spring and Autumn Period. The belief that "when your life is, serve your king with loyalty" has long been engraved into their bones, making them willing to sacrifice their lives for His Majesty the Emperor and the country.

In the autumn of the 21st year of Gan Sheng, the whole country was in full bloom this autumn.

Military households and garrisons were traditions of the Ming Dynasty. Although by the Tianqi, Chongzhen, garrisons and garrisons had long been in decline, in the early years of Gansheng, to reward military merits, Emperor Gansheng rebuilt garrisons, not only gave the military households "military fields" but also gave them land to build houses.

Military households live around the garrison and military fields are scattered around them. It is easy to recognize the difference between military households and civilian households in Jiangnan. Military households are all "four courtyards" surrounded by four houses, which is very different from the civilian houses in Jiangnan.

On this day, the atmosphere of Yingzhouwei seemed a little different from the past. The soldiers walked slowly through the alley and faintly heard the suppressed cry of women from the courtyards on both sides. From time to time, fully armed soldiers came out of the courtyard, and the women leaned against the gate and watched the man leaving the door.

Although the war is about to be fought, the Ottoman is still far from the Ming Dynasty. The troops will not go to the battlefield immediately for a while. However, these military members live in Weisuo Village and know some common sense that fighting will kill people! And their husbands and sons are at the most verge of death.

If you laugh and encourage your husband and son to die, such a woman is either a lunatic or a lunatic, or she has other men in her heart...

When the five hundred officers and soldiers from Yingzhou Guards carried their luggage and were carrying guns and live ammunition on the streets, cheers always burst out from the streets, countless people's eyes were thrown on them, and countless arms were waving towards the soldiers.

“Good!”

"Come on! Kill all the Turkic bastards..."

...

Amid the neat footsteps of the soldiers and the sharp rhythm of the snare drums, people kept shouting to them. People gathered on both sides of the street, and from time to time, people brought wine to the officers and soldiers to practice it, which made the soldiers walk much slower than usual.

Originally, the station that only took half an hour to reach took an hour and a half. Yingzhou Railway Station is a station on the Nanjing-Kaifeng Railway and was also the first station to be put into use in the Ming Dynasty.

Today, on the platform of a small station, there were three layers inside and three layers outside, and at first glance, most of them were soldiers wearing red military uniforms. Normally, unless they were fucked by the garrison, they would never see so many soldiers gathered together.

Around the soldiers, the families of these soldiers, including those over 60 years old, were all wearing military uniforms. The older generation of soldiers who had experienced war had retired from active service. Now it is their turn, and there are also young and handsome daughters-in-laws, and childish and cute children. The father looked at his son with a complicated expression, and his wife's eyes were filled with tears, and the ignorant children were laughing beside his father.

"Don't worry, we will definitely be back by this time next year."

Zhang Daming said to his worrisome wife.

"Well, yes, I understand. You must be careful, you must be careful. You must be careful on this battlefield without any eyes."

The wife nervously reminded her that as a military wife, she should have such awareness, but who would have thought that war would come at the right time?

"This is the amulet that my mother asked for you when she went to the temple. You must wear it..."

"I know"

With a smile, he put the amulet in his top pocket and then fastened the pocket. Zhang Daming's wife smiled and said:

"I know, I know, don't worry. I'll rely on you at home in the future."

Seeing that the woman was about to cry, Zhang Daming persuaded her a few more words, then turned his eyes to his father who was standing beside him. His father stood there without hesitation. Without any hesitation, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Dad, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved both. Please take care of yourself in the future."

Zhang Hu stared at his son and wanted to reach out and touch him again. As soon as he reached out his hand, he held back this thought and said.

"Go and serve the emperor!"

"Son is gone!"

When the husband left, the woman holding the child could only stand there. Seeing him carrying his luggage and watching his figure disappear into the crowd, the tears that he had been holding back finally flowed down. In this way, the woman looked at her for a long time, and the whistle of the train reached her ears. The rumbling sound changed from slow to fast, and the train disappeared from a distance. The family members who were seeing him out came out, and the women who turned around were all walking towards their homes in dismay...
Chapter completed!