It’s the Martyrs’ Shrine!

The reason why they are worried about that place is because the bones of the lieutenant generals are buried there. Although the time is short, no one in the army knows that "the bones return to the side of Zhongshan". For them, this is also a way for future generations.

What a reward that benefits people endlessly!

Is it bad to have royal feng shui?

But the question is, will Chongzhen allow the practice to continue?

"Is the Crown Prince worried that someone will write a letter asking to stop the construction of the Martyrs' Shrine?"

After hearing this, Wan Shouqi said contemptuously.

"If this is the case, the prince will just write a letter to the court. Hearing this, the officers and soldiers in the army will be very angry, and they all want to clear the emperor! As long as one person is killed, no one will dare to mention this matter again! Over the years, the Liaodong army's pay

Why do they only increase but not decrease? It is said that food prices are soaring, but in fact... hum!"

Even people as far away as Zhili in the south have heard about Wan Shouqi being imprisoned in Liaodong. After all, the people in the Ming Dynasty are most concerned about Liaodong. Not now, they have been concerned about it for decades.

In fact, most of the time, they just pay lip service to care and worry about state affairs. If it weren't for the prince's army, Wan Shouqi might still be in the stage of talking about patriotism. Of course, now he is indeed qualified.

To ridicule Liaodong generals.

"Every time someone suggested cutting military pay in Liaodong, soldiers in various towns in Liaodong would use this as an excuse to mutiny. The court was often forced to reprimand the officials who had written the petition, or to reduce their posts to civilians, or to demote them to Yungui. After repeating this several times,

Who else dares to say anything more? The so-called mutiny is just a show played by the generals of Liaodong. When we arrive in Lushun in the future, we must be more careful with the generals of Liaodong."

Smiling slightly, Zhu Guoqiang did not speak. He had been famous for the generals of Liaodong for a long time. After all, the last straw that broke the Ming Dynasty was the generals of Liaodong, such as Wu Sangui's introduction of troops into the pass - whether this person was loyal to the Ming Dynasty or not.

evil?

It's really hard to say this, even including Zu Dashou. From the current point of view, they are all loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty, but judging from their ending in the future.

oops!

This matter is not easy to handle.

However, the current reality is that having them in Ningjin to contain Qi Qing is of great help to me.

time!

After arriving in Lushun, he will also need time to train troops, build ports, and build cities. In short, with them there, it can at least be guaranteed that Huang Taiji and others will not dare to attack Lushun with all their strength, and they will also have the opportunity to go north to expand their territory. After all, now that they are

There are so many people but so little land!

If the territory is not expanded, there will be room to accommodate so many soldiers and civilians. Of course, how to cooperate with them is indeed a matter that needs to be dealt with carefully.

But Guoqiang is not worried. After all, he has almost connected with Zu Dashou now. His adopted son is on his side, and he has also done a big thing for himself.

"Well, I have other plans for Liaodong General,"

With a slight smile, Zhu Guoqiang looked at Wan Shouqi and said.

"When we get to your side, you have to make preparations and leave in the next few days. By the way, reliable manpower must also be arranged at the Martyrs' Shrine. That place is related to our morale and morale!"

Before leaving Nanjing, Zhu Guoqiang still went to Xiaoling...or should be said to be the Martyrs' Shrine next to Xiaoling. At this time, this place had become a busy construction site. Thousands of craftsmen were busy here, building the Ming Dynasty.

Martyrs' Shrine.

Seeing that a high rammed earth platform was beginning to take shape, Zhu Guoqiang walked towards the mausoleum in the distance. Looking at the tombstones, Zhu Guoqiang felt depressed.

He walked to the tombstone and looked at the words on the tombstone.

"Zhao Gongde, Fengyang Mansion, Nanzhili..."

It turns out he is from Fengyang!

I happen to be here to guard the tomb of your fellow villagers!

I think that if Emperor Gao was alive in heaven, he would definitely be happy to have loyal and brave soldiers like you guarding his mausoleum.

In fact, Zhu Guoqiang is more willing to believe that if Emperor Gao was still alive, it would definitely happen. All his descendants would be killed one by one. What the hell are they doing?

We do have backbone, but what about other than backbone? When you are an emperor or a vassal king, you only have backbone. How can you do it without means?

Are each of them worthy of these loyal and brave soldiers? Are they worthy of those loyal and righteous men?

Quietly looking at the tombstones arranged neatly in front of him, like the queue of soldiers during their lifetime, Zhu Guoqiang felt a little heavy.

These tombstones only have a few simple words - name, place of origin, and some don't even have such simple information. This is what they left behind.

Walking to an unnamed tombstone, Zhu Guoqiang just stood there looking at the empty tombstone.

Seeing the prince staring at the unmarked tombstone, his expression seemed a little strange. Wu Yingji, who had participated in gathering the remains of fallen soldiers, naturally knew the reason and explained.

"My lord, these all moved from Jiangbei. Although the names of many soldiers were identified from the waist badges, there are still some whose handwriting is unclear, so no names were left."

The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty all had waist badges. According to military orders, they were required to wear waist badges regardless of their official position. However, unlike the jade and bronze waist badges worn by officers, ordinary soldiers were made of bamboo and could write on them casually with a brush.

The camp number and name naturally became unclear over time, which resulted in many tombstones without names.

After listening to his explanation, Zhu Guoqiang did not speak, but stared at the tombstone silently. Looking thoughtfully at the sad face of the Crown Prince, Wu Yingji sighed inwardly.

The prince treats the officers and soldiers like this, no wonder the soldiers are willing to serve him!

Wu Yingji joined the Tokoku shogunate entirely by chance. As a native of Chizhou, when he learned that the army led by Commander Shi was defeated in Jiangbei and tens of thousands of soldiers were killed, he couldn't bear the death of tens of thousands of soldiers in the wilderness, so he invited several friends to

Each took more than a hundred family members to the other side to bury the bodies of the fallen officers and soldiers. For a time, his righteous deeds were spread all over the river. Later, the burial was moved to the Zhongshan Martyrs' Shrine, and naturally he was found here. After all, he was the one who buried the soldiers. He knew

Where were the corpses of the enemy and ours buried? Later Wan Shouqi asked him if he would be willing to supervise the construction of the Martyrs' Shrine, and he readily accepted the appointment.

"They are all unknown martyrs..."

With a long sigh, Zhu Guoqiang thought of the famous Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in another world. With something in mind, he stared at the blank tombstone and said.

"Bring me a pen!"

After a while, Zhu Guoqiang wrote two sentences on the paper.

"No one knows your name, but your achievements are immortal."

Looking at these two simple and straightforward sentences in surprise, Wu Yingji heard the prince's instructions again before Wu Yingji came back to his senses.

"From now on, this sentence will be engraved on the unnamed tombstones. They may be nameless, but their merits will be immortal!"

Zhu Guoqiang glanced at Zhongshan in the distance, and then said again.

"From now on, the tablets of all those who sacrificed their lives for the country will be enshrined in the Martyrs' Shrine! The sacrifices are based on the specifications of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Every year, in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, sacrifices must be performed on the first day of the lunar calendar in the first month of each season! One day after the Ming Dynasty existed,

The incense at the Chung Martyrs’ Shrine will never go out day and night..."

"Shi, Shizi, this, this..."

Although he admired the soldiers who died for the country in his heart, Wu Yingji still said hastily.

"This is too much! If word spreads, others will be blamed!"

That's overstepping. It's clearly overstepping the rules!

But what he said was met with laughter from Zhu Guoqiang.

"Overpass? Give someone a handle. No one in the world knows that my behavior seems to be rebellious. Why should I be afraid of giving someone a handle? At the end of the day, the matter is settled. Besides, the Imperial Ancestral Temple only worships the heroes of the ancestors. One general can achieve thousands of achievements."

Bones are withered, without these soldiers, how can there be heroes? With only heroes, and in the Ming Dynasty, how can Emperor Gao drive the Mongolian Yuan to Mobei and correct the Central Plains in China? They are worthy of the Yitong Ancestral Temple!

"

It’s true that young men in light fur love romance and beauty, but they love heroes even more!

Especially for Zhu Guoqiang, he always remembers who should be remembered and commemorated, and knows who should pay tribute.

Not those billionaires, not those dignitaries. It is these ordinary soldiers who have supported this civilization to stand in the east of the world for thousands of years.

In the prosperous times, they guarded this place. In the darkness, they used their lives to dispel the darkness. They are the guardians of civilization and the Great Wall of the empire. Without them, how could this civilization have been passed down for thousands of years?

Yitong Taimiao!

If they don’t deserve it, who does?

Faced with the prince's heart-stirring words, Wu Yingji seemed to really understand. He understood why the soldiers under the prince's command were willing to risk life and death for him. It was because of military pay, not because of harsh military laws, but because of this kind of love that came from his heart.

Inner respect for the soldiers.

Respect!

is it possible?

Wu Yingji couldn't help but feel a little confused. After all, the person in front of him was the grandson of a phoenix. He was also a majestic prince!

How could he have respect for these ordinary soldiers?

The difference between their identities is huge!

However, the prince's expression cannot be deceived.

Finally, after leaving the Chung Martyrs' Shrine, he looked back at it again. Maybe when he returns here in a few years, the spectacular Chung Martyrs' Shrine will appear in his sight.

Now...looking up towards the north. Zhu Guoqiang thought a lot.

I thought about both Liaodong and Lushun, and what I should do after arriving in Lushun.

Of course, it was inevitable that he also thought about the capital. He also thought about the emperor who was nominally a generation older than him. Given his suspicious character, how would he react when he knew that he had killed so many civil servants?

He will definitely laugh out loud.

After all, killing people like this is a very unpopular act!

Of course, for Zhu Guoqiang, he wanted to know more about those officials in the capital who made a living by impeachment. How would they feel when they knew that so many officials from the Sixth Ministry of Nanjing were killed all of a sudden?

Thinking of this, Zhu Guoqiang couldn't help but smile dumbly.
Chapter completed!