Chapter 353 Zhu Di: Death does not belong to democracy!
After Zhu Di's high-pitched and passionate voice fell, the people of Beiping Mansion, who were still full of anger, fell into silence.
Everyone was silent.
The guards of Prince Yan's Mansion also looked at the high platform in confusion.
What does Prince Yan mean by this?
Overthrow the emperor?
No, it’s to abolish the monarchy!
This is a path that no one has ever imagined. They originally thought that His Highness the King of Yan wanted to overthrow Emperor Jianwen and then ascend to the throne himself. Who would have thought that His Highness the King of Yan would be so noble as to directly choose to let the Emperor do this?
The profession disappeared from history.
I don't want to be the emperor anymore, and I don't want anyone to be the emperor in the future.
In this regard, the common people are naturally not qualified to express their opinions. They have no idea whether there will be any impact on their lives if there is no emperor and hereditary nobles.
But now King Yan wants them to stand up and fight for himself, his children and grandchildren, and the dignity of the common people from generation to generation!
This is of course a great thing for them.
But if they are allowed to go to the battlefield...
Better say goodbye.
They were willing to worship Zhu Di as a god who fought for the people, but they were unwilling to fight for the people themselves.
When Zhu Di saw this scene, his heart dropped.
I still overestimate the consciousness of the people.
In fact, these ordinary people are the same as the aristocratic families. If someone is willing to seek benefits for them, they will naturally be happy. But if they are asked to pay something, they are absolutely unwilling to agree.
Zhu Di looked back at Zhu Gaojie, seeming a little confused as to why this was the case.
Zhu Gaojie's expression remained unchanged and he made a gesture: Don't worry, dad, just keep reading according to the manuscript.
At this point, Zhu Di has no way out and can only go on one way.
While everyone was chatting quietly, Zhu Di shouted loudly: "Are you really listening? Does anyone really care about dignity?"
This sudden loud shout startled everyone, and they turned their attention to Zhu Di again.
Zhu Di said seriously: "This is the biggest problem at the moment, isn't it?"
"No one cares. No one even thinks about whether standing up is more comfortable than kneeling. Being immersed in being treated like cattle and sheep by noble gentlemen day after day, the soul has long been numb."
"Dignity is the sharpest sword."
"The sword is used to deal with enemies, not to deceive. Your enemies have power in their hands. The enemies I am talking about are not Oaras or Tatars."
"The enemy is just south of Shanhaiguan. What kind of enemy is it that should be responsible for your current decadent situation?"
At this moment, someone in the audience shouted: "It's the landlord!"
"It's the dignitaries!"
"It's the emperor!"
Zhu Di's voice was full of enthusiasm, as if he had the power to defeat everything: "Yes, it's them!"
"The dignitaries claim to be enlightened people, but they are neither welcomed nor needed by us now or in the future, but they are everywhere now! They are just a group of blood-sucking insects, crawling on our backs and knocking our bones
They squeeze the marrow, plunder the food we have worked so hard for, and force us to work day and night, while they enjoy the fruits of our labor as a matter of course!"
"They invaded our court, plundered our wealth, and destroyed our homes and hometowns! My compatriots, I tell you, this is a war!"
"This is a war against aggression. Drive away these invaders who bully us. We don't need them at all!"
Zhu Di covered his chest and said sadly: "Compatriots, think about it. Each farmer working in the fields has to work hard for seven to eight hours every day, and some even work as long as nine hours.
Hours! However, even though they worked so hard, they gained very little. They could only barely get enough food to sustain themselves. Let a strong and healthy twenty-year-old boy be squeezed under such circumstances.
Can make him have a head full of white hair by the time he is twenty-five!"
"Think about it, why is this, why do we still get worse results than pigs and dogs despite our hard work?"
"This is because the rich and powerful, this group of blood-sucking worms, have robbed the food and wealth that should belong to us!"
"We're going to drive them away!"
"We want to build a new Ming Dynasty, a Ming Dynasty without dignitaries and emperors, a Ming Dynasty where the people are supreme!"
"We must implement a four-hour work system, we must smell the flowers, we must bask in the sun, we must strive for four hours to work, four hours to sleep, and the remaining four hours to ourselves!"
Zhu Di took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength:
“Long live democracy!
"
The lingering sound lingered for a long time. Zhu Di looked down at the people under the high platform, but still no one answered him.
as if,
Everything is just him talking to himself.
Zhu Di felt unprecedented disappointment in his heart. Everything he was doing now was for the people, but none of the people were willing to do anything for him.
The world is unified...
Haha, it seems like it's just a joke.
So lonely, Zhu Di felt desolate in his heart.
Just when he was despairing, a loud voice suddenly came from under the silent platform: "Long live democracy!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the voices of the people echoed like thunder: "Long live democracy!"
“Long live democracy!
"
“Long live democracy!
"
A tidal wave of voices followed, and everyone was shouting long live democracy. They clenched their fists, their eyes were full of fanaticism, and they looked at Zhu Di with eyes filled with admiration.
Zhu Di's hands could not help but tremble at this moment, and he clenched his fists.
"democracy,"
"Long live!"
…
The spread of the ideal of Datong was like a spark igniting a prairie fire. It began to spread in Beiping City. In just one month, it spread throughout Beiping Prefecture.
Although a considerable number of people are dismissive of this, thinking that Zhu Di is just playing tricks and will continue to proclaim himself emperor when he conquers the world. But some people choose to be dubious. After all, there has never been a time when anyone rebelled.
, willing to shout such slogans.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I don’t know who recorded Zhu Di’s speech in the western suburbs of Peiping City, printed it into a volume, and published it in a book.
After Emperor Jianwen in Nanjing read the record of Zhu Di's speech, his first reaction was not anger, but he said to himself in confusion: "This can't be written by my fourth uncle himself. My fourth uncle only knows a few of them."
Big characters, who did you hire to write this?"
But no matter what, the world is already in chaos.
Emperor Jianwen didn't even need to send troops himself. Zhu Di became a traitor to the powerful class. Ning Wang Zhu Quan and Liao Wang Zhu Zhi took the initiative to ask for help, willing to kill Yan Ni!
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There were only three people sitting in the back hall of the guild hall in Beiping City.
Zhu Di, Yao Guangxiao, Zhu Gaojie.
There is the Yan King Zhu Di in his prime, the sick tiger Yao Guangxiao who is full of energy and determined to slay the dragon, and the young and immature King Zhu Gaojie of Huai'an County.
Zhu Di asked: "Xiaosi, what should we do next?"
Yao Guangxiao glanced at Zhu Laosi in confusion, as if to say: I am the fucking military advisor. If you don't ask me, why don't you ask this little kid?
Zhu Gaojie said methodically: "We seem to be doing great things in Beiping Mansion, but in fact, so far, we are still in disarray. We need an army that is uniform from top to bottom. After all, we have to consider not only the people's support, but also the people's support."
Have fighting ability."
Yao Guangxiao asked with great interest: "I wonder what the little prince has to say?"
"A flag, a flag that can gain credibility."
Zhu Gaojie was already prepared, took out a flag, unfolded it and spread it on the table.
It has black characters on a white background and a square "Ming" character written on it.
"We are not rebels, on the contrary, we are loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty. We want to bring an innovative change to the Ming Dynasty and overthrow the backward and fatuous monarchy!"
Zhu Gaojie repeated, "The flags usually flown by the Ming army are the numbers of the generals of the respective armies. The advantage of this is that it can better distinguish the subordinates and coordinate the command. But the disadvantage is that it is easy to make it difficult for different armies to coordinate."
"Our flag only carries the word 'ming'. Firstly, it clears our suspicions of rebellion and rebellion and wins the support of the people of Ming Dynasty. Secondly, it rectifies the army. No matter which guard station the soldiers are, as long as they stand on this flag
Under the banner of the sun and moon, he is a soldier of the Datong Army!"
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Zhu Di held the flag in his hand and walked into the main hall of the guild hall from the back hall. At this time, the main hall was already filled with senior military officers from Prince Yan's house.
The Yan army commanded Qian Shi, Zhang Yu.
The commander is Zhu Neng.
Qiu Fu, the official guarding Qianhu in Yanshan Mountain.
The commander and commander-in-chief, Tan Yuan.
Yanshan right guard Baihu official, Wang Zhen.
…
Although these people have different official positions, and the lowest one is even a small hundred households, Zhu Di knows very well that these people here will be the pillars of the country in the future.
"Let me just say a few words. This is the Datong flag of our army. From now on, this flag will symbolize the military soul of our democratic army."
Zhu Di placed the flag on the table and said in an orderly manner, "I already made it very clear when I gave a speech in the western suburbs. Our army is fighting for democracy and the people of the world. It is
Fight for eternal achievements."
"If someone follows me to fight and pursues hereditary power, then you can turn around and leave. I will not stop you. If someone is willing to follow me, Zhu Laosi, to fight, the people will always remember you in their hearts."
"The world belongs to the people of the world."
"This battle is not easy to fight, but behind us are the people of the world. We will bathe in the fire and live forever in the voice of the people!"
"If I fall, I will stand up, but I will not fall."
"In this war, there will be two endings. The enemy will destroy us, or we will destroy the enemy."
He turned around and left, leaving only his back to the soldiers in the guild.
"If I fail, wrap my body in the Datong military flag."
He stretched out his arms and pointed to the sky.
"We will win!"
All the generals in the palace stood up together, saluted Zhu Di's back, and shouted in unison: "We will win!"
…
In the back hall, only Zhu Gaojie and Yao Guangxiao were left.
Yao Guangxiao looked at the child sitting in front of him with interest. It was hard for him to imagine that such an eight-year-old child had stolen his job.
"Little Prince, what does world unity mean to you?"
Yao Guangxiao asked, "Do you know what the concept of world unity is? Do you know what a court without an emperor looks like?"
Facing the aggressive old monk, Zhu Gaojie said calmly: "There is no exploitation, no oppression, everyone is equal and we have common prosperity."
Faced with such an answer, Yao Guangxiao smiled disdainfully: "Everyone is equal? This only exists in fables. How can there be true equality for everyone? Where there are people, there will be power. If there is power, everyone will never be equal.
."
Zhu Gaojie did not refute, he whispered: "This is an ideal."
"ideal?"
Yao Guangxiao laughed as if he heard some big joke, "Ideals will die in reality!"
"Ideals will die in reality, but they will always live in people's hearts."
Zhu Gaojie said indifferently, "If this world doesn't even have ideals, then everyone will be a zombie. This world needs the existence of ideals, at least, to retain the fire of hope."
This time, Yao Guangxiao was silenced.
A person without ideals is a person without a soul, leaving only an empty shell wandering the world.
The world needs ideals. No matter how unrealistic the ideal is, it should at least give the world a goal to strive for.
Yao Guangxiao murmured: "Maybe you are the right person."
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In December of the first year of Jianwen, the coalition forces of King Ning and King Liao arrived at the eastern border of Yongping Prefecture, knocking on the pass and seeking battle.
Zhu Di personally led the troops and launched a battle with the Ningxia and Liao coalition forces at Shanhaiguan.
Last time, he was easily captured by the Ningxia and Liao coalition forces and was defeated at Shanhaiguan.
But this time, the Yan division he led seemed like a god descending from heaven, showing amazing resilience in the face of the ferocious Ningxia and Liao coalition forces at Shanhaiguan.
This was a battle that cleansed the soul. As the war lasted, the Yan Division became more powerful and its will became firmer. The Yan Division, which was originally evenly matched and even at a disadvantage, turned the tide of the battle.
The Ningxia and Liao coalition forces were defeated at Shanhaiguan.
This battle was won.
At the foot of Shanhaiguan, Zhu Di gave a post-war speech to the Yan divisions who had just won a great victory. It was still the speech written by Zhu Gaojie for him, but this time Zhu Di directly memorized the entire speech.
"After a person dies, the corpse can be carried out, but when the old system dies, it is a pity that the corpse of the powerful class cannot be nailed to the coffin and buried in the grave at once!"
"This corpse of the powerful class is rotting in our hearts. It is infecting us all with poisonous gas. It is exuding a stench!"
Warm cheers erupted from the audience. Many of the officers and soldiers of the Yan Division were farmers from Peiping Prefecture who voluntarily joined. Zhu Di had never been drafted for military service since he started the army, but his speech in the western suburbs of Peiping attracted a lot of attention.
Thousands of ordinary people volunteered to join the army.
Zhu Di raised his arms and shouted: "Comrades, you must remember that we have only one way out, and that is victory!"
"There is another way, death."
"Death does not belong in democracy!"
Everyone's emotions exploded at this moment, they cheered, and they promoted the unity of the world to the highest level!