Chapter 271 You still exist, then, you will always exist! (Ask for votes confidently, various
Qian Shichang, who had not escaped from Chi Na's riding whip, was shocked to see that the head of Ten Thousand Captain Chi Na, whose original expression was twisted with anger, suddenly changed in an extremely strange way, and then exploded instantly.
The familiar face was torn apart in an instant, and the flying blood, brain matter, and even fragments of the skull bloomed like a gift.
The tears in his eyes have not disappeared, and the whip marks on his face are bleeding. But at this moment, the captain is like a dull wooden man, staring blankly at the headless corpse slowly loosening its grip on the whip.
The big hand fell from the horse's back. After only a brief twitch, it fell silent. At this time, I felt that the roots of my ears seemed to feel cold and then began to heat up. When I stretched out my hand, I was shocked to realize that my earlobe had been cut off.
It flew away, and the red blood covered the palm of my hand.
Seeing his familiar comrade turned into a lifeless corpse right in front of his eyes, the commander's heart felt as if he had been stabbed by a ghost claw extending from hell.
It grabbed his heart hard.
The soldiers who were sprayed with blood and brain matter all over their faces by Na Chi Na's exploded head looked at this scene in despair and helplessness. They could not imagine that this man who had experienced hundreds of battles and was battle-hardened
, who was so brave and brave that he killed countless opponents and even collected more than a dozen heads of wine glasses, a famous tribal general, and yet he died here inexplicably, and in such a ridiculous way.
way to die.
"Pay attention to cooling down and maintain the frequency of firing. You idiots, these artillery can't overheat, otherwise I will stuff your heads in!" The commander of the artillery battalion strode through the artillery, regardless of the danger of his vocal cords cracking.
On the battlefield, he roared like an angry lion, as if otherwise, his energy would have nowhere to vent.
Nearly one-third of the water prepared from the Lu heavy camp to cool down has been used. However, it is precisely because the artillerymen strictly maintained the firing frequency and resolutely fired after each firing.
Due to the cooling measures, these more than 40 artillery pieces have not exploded due to overheating.
Smelling the choking smell of gunpowder smoke, listening to the deafening sound of cannons, seeing those shoe cavalry who used to be so powerful but now so miserable, seeing those flying heads, those lying broken corpses
, the struggling and desperate wounded and horses. The Ming army soldiers wearing red battle coats and iron armor continued to fire in an orderly manner, and the pikemen were wearing ferocious smiles on their faces, firing those bullets.
Ignite it, and then throw it forward fiercely, passing over the short sword and shield soldiers, drawing... an arc, and then falling. In the process of falling, the fuse finally burned out, and a bunch of deadly flowers bloomed.
Fresh flowers from hell and earth...
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But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the shoe army that had lost all its energy, and the panic and uneasiness spread quickly like the plague. Vaguely, someone understood.
Those shoes screamed and screamed with despair and sadness.
"Their captain of ten thousand men has been beaten to death!" A Ming soldier shouted excitedly.
"The Captain of Ten Thousands is dead?"
"Their...dead?"
Only..., died!"
"We killed their captain of ten thousand!"
Soon, the doubts turned into affirmations. Everyone knew that the commander of this fierce and fierce shoe cavalry had died in the chaos of the battle and died under their guns!
This news is like a tide, flooding into every corner of the Ming army. Every soldier is willing to share his happiness with the soldiers around him. In a short time, cheers rise and fall in the Ming army, even if
Even the officers' rebuke and repression could not calm them down in a short time.
However, the soldiers, who were happy and excited in their hearts, did not forget their duties. Everyone's eyes flashed with the light of killing, and their mouths roared with excitement. This kind of excitement was stimulating.
Their nerves allowed their eyes to aim more accurately, and their hands to pull the trigger faster, shooting the lead pellets out of the gun barrel...
In Zhu Qizhen's eyes, these "real" and bloody scenes were intertwined with what he had seen in the past. On the day when Tumubao was defeated, the faces of Ming soldiers who were desperate and helpless because of the defeat, or maybe
It was the bitter battle and final defeat in front of the Zijin Pass, as well as the tragic scene of the soldiers and civilians in the capital, fighting the enemy tenaciously regardless of their own safety...
That Ming Dynasty who would rather break than bend!
That Ming Dynasty in which the emperor guarded the country and the king died in the country!
That Ming Dynasty, who has integrity from the emperor down to the common man, would value the clothes and clothes of my Han family with death!
This is a story in which six ministers, cabinet ministers and even the emperor were ridiculed and reviled by the people of the world.
The Ming Dynasty who laughed at but was never caught and imprisoned, and used a butcher's knife to silence his words!!
This was the Ming Dynasty that was established by Zhu Yuanzhang and lasted for 12 generations, 16 emperors, 17 dynasties, and 276 years of dynasty. There was no marriage between the Han and Tang Dynasties, no coins from the two Song Dynasties, the emperor ruled the country, and the monarch died in the country.
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In the past, I read that the Manchu, Qing and Ming dynasties were the will of public opinion and the general trend.
Mihuo, why are there incidents in Yangzhou and Jiading? Isn’t it because the people support them?
Later, I learned that if I don't follow, follow, and support, I will die.
In the past, I read that the Ming Dynasty was full of foolish kings and all the chiefs were diligent in their affairs.
Mihuo, why does Fan owe money to the people in the prosperous age for eating rice? Isn't the boss very diligent?
Later, I realized that if I were not diligent, I would be finished early.
In the past, I always saw Hongwu's indiscriminate killing, Yongle's violence, Zhengde's absurdity, Jiajing's mediocrity, Wanli's indolence, Tianqi's incompetence, and Chongzhen's impatience: on the contrary, Nurhachi was violent, Taiji was gentle, Shunzhi was sentimental, Kangxi was shrewd, Yongzheng was diligent, and Qianlong was omnipotent.
Guangxu is strong.
Mihuo, why did the masses still respond to the anti-Qing and restoration of the Ming Dynasties until the end of the Qing Dynasty? Isn’t the contrast very obvious? Why did they still restore the Ming Dynasty?
Genghis Khan massacred people in the city. Under the butcher's knife, countless innocent victims were praised by later generations as the proud son of heaven. In the Yuan Dynasty, the people were divided into four classes. The Central Plains was devastated, but later generations praised him as a man who dominated the world.
Before the Qing Dynasty, there were thousands of miles of bones, the war was raging, the people were in dire straits, and all the surnames were slaves. Later generations praised: "A peaceful age?"
The later Qing Dynasty lost power and humiliated the country, ceded territory to pay compensation, locked up the country and dumbed down the people, and was short-sighted.
Later generations commented: The disaster left by the previous dynasty?
The comments of the monarchs of the past dynasties are both good and bad, and their merits and demerits are intertwined. Even if the disaster caused by Emperor Yang, there is still a merit of the canal.
However, there were Manchus who had almost no negative reviews and rave reviews. Even Puyi's generation was said to be a good person.
Only in the Ming Dynasty, the comments were completely wrong, with endless bad words, violent encouragement, and no comments about governance.
The dozen or so emperors of the Ming Dynasty were all filthy, with tyrants and cowardly kings succeeding each other, and their reputations are notorious in the annals of history. If this is true, how could this empire last for 276 years?
This empire was so dark and unbearable. How could it be possible that so many thinkers, writers, and scientists could emerge like stars? Only later did we understand that what we saw was the opposite. The history we saw was the opposite.
The history you read is a history that cannot be seen or read. It has been distorted and tampered with beyond recognition. The bones of this empire and this dynasty are so hard that they choke many people's throats and choke many people's nerves. Even
It disturbed the bent and deformed spines of countless people. So, they had to do something.
But after all, in the Ming Dynasty, which was as fierce as fire and would rather be broken into pieces than destroyed, no emperor has ever bowed down to a foreign race for hundreds of years. No matter how the history books are tampered with, history will not be completely erased. The facts will eventually be destroyed.
It has been passed down among the broken leaves, or maybe God has eyes after all, watching over there...
History, the original truth, may only be known by history itself, but Zhu Qizhen knew it. He was lucky and proud of it, because he lived in this history, lived in this historical time and space, and saw history
In itself, I saw that the real Ming Dynasty was the Ming Dynasty, which overthrew the brutal rule of Yuan Meng, saved China from the barbarians and Di, and passed on the bones, blood and spirit of China.
In the 276th year of the Ming Dynasty, it was a great and magnificent era. Zhu Di conquered the grasslands on five occasions and showed his power beyond the Great Wall.
There was Zheng He who made seven voyages to the Western Seas, exploring the waves.
There are those who resist Japanese aggression, aid Korea, and protect Tibetan states.
In this era, there were Zhu Di who never forgot the Northern Expedition until his death; there were Yu Qian who was the emperor who was captured by the enemy but fought to the death and was never willing to surrender; there were Shi Kefa who sacrificed his life for his country even though most of his country was lost but his ambition was still intact; there were people like Qu Shichun
, Zhang Tongxiao...
There are Jiading, Yangzhou, Songjiang, Kunshan, Suzhou, Jiaxing, Shaoxing, and Jiangyin (this is just one place in the south of the Yangtze River, how sad! The vast Chinese Empire).
, slaughtering foreigners to this day, but later generations still chant about it? It’s really strange.)...
There are also Hai Rui, Zhang Juzheng, Wang Shouren, Xu Xiake, Zhu Zaiyu, Xu Guangqi, Wang Wensu...
There are "Yongle Dadian" and "Tiangong Kaiwu Cao Gang Mu"
Before his death, Yan Yingyuan of Jiang Yin left his inscription: On the eightyth day, he wore his hair and pledged his allegiance to Taizu in the seventeenth dynasty: Sixty thousand people died with one heart and righteousness, and the Ming Dynasty was preserved for three hundred miles.
Zhang Huangyan, who vowed to die unyieldingly, wrote the final inscription on the wall of the Hangzhou prison: If you are alive, China will be there; if you die, the Ming Dynasty will be great; an inch of pill is heavy and seven feet is light.
Give it majestic energy and turn it into thunder, give it essence and turn it into the sun and stars.
It is still enough to leave the outline for thousands of sacrifices, and the integrity will last for thousands of years...
In a daze, Zhu Qizhen's ears gently echoed the familiar chant "Song of Righteousness"
The unyielding voice was so vast and far-reaching that it even covered up the dying wails of Yuan Meng's shoes, the thunderous iron hooves, and the roaring sound of artillery like dragons. It seemed that all sounds had become extremely distant. Only that day,
Standing alone in the prison car, I listened to the unyielding and high-pitched chanting, which became more and more clear...
"...The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky."
The picture in front of him became slow and stagnant, and the sound drumming in his heart made the blood in Zhu Qizhen's heart get hotter and hotter. He couldn't help but chant it softly.
"...In the Qin Dynasty Zhang Liangzhui, in the Su Wu Festival of the Han Dynasty. It was the head of General Yan, it was the blood of Ji Shi. It was Zhang Suiyang's teeth, it was Yan Changshan's tongue. Or it was the Liaodong hat, and it was Qing Cao Li Bingxue."
He is the Supreme Emperor and cannot go to the front line to fight, but he must do something. Perhaps, let these soldiers hear his voice and listen to the unyielding heroic ambitions of those sages even before death, their unyielding integrity...
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Qian Zhong heard Zhu Qizhen's voice. He understood it and couldn't help but chant loudly along with Zhu Qizhen. Those close friends who had never been far away from Zhu Qizhen also understood Zhu Qizhen's thoughts.
, they also let go of their throats, just like Zhu Qizhen, just like those who used to go back and forth at the top of the capital city, in the streets and alleys, in the Imperial College, in Goulan, and in the wine shops, allowing millions of Ming soldiers and civilians to live and die in ignorance.
Awakening from the fear and despair, the awe-inspiring voice awakened the blood and unyieldingness in the bodies, flesh, bones, and souls of countless Chinese people...
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Zhu Qizhen let go of the reins, opened his arms with forgetfulness, and his voice became louder and louder. His spine had never been as straight as it is today, and his head was held high, as if he had never disdained it.
Yu Bend is just like the jade bones of this empire that would rather be broken than tiles.
"...It may be to show off one's master, and ghosts and gods weep heroically. Or it may be to cross the river and generously swallow Hu Jie. Or it may be to strike the thief's wat, and the reverse head will be broken. This is the majestic Qi, which will last forever.
When it penetrates the sun and moon, life and death will be settled..."
They raised their muskets, aimed, shot, turned back, and loaded their ammunition. The soldiers did not look back, but they all heard the words that made them feel excited. They gritted their teeth tightly and continued.
Their attacks continued to respond in my heart.
The flying arrows shot into the gaps in the armor, and bright red blood seeped out from the gaps in the armor. However, they still gritted their teeth and continued to fight. No soldier of the Ming Dynasty was willing to stop or withdraw from the battle.
Because, in this country, it is precisely because of such people and such a nation, it is their backbone that supports the glory and glory of this empire, and their unyielding!
The artillery was still blowing smoke, and the fighting on the battlefield had not stopped. Team after team of Ming cavalry bravely faced the enemies rushing from the flanks, using their swords to vigorously defend Paoze's life.
With the dignity of Ming Dynasty.
In the smoke of gunpowder, under the shadow of swords and swords, there were steadfast and unyielding faces. Even if they were injured several times, they would hug their enemies and roll them off their mounts, trampling them into bloody mud together with those ferocious heavy hooves.
The soldiers who were still alive roared the names of their fallen and injured comrades and robes, waved their sabers, and stepped forward to face the enemy's cavalry fearlessly. Collisions again and again, swings of sabers again and again,
Every scream shook Zhu Qizhen's heart.
"Great Ming Dynasty, you have protected the bones, blood and essence of the Chinese nation for hundreds of years. You have re-forged the national spirit of jade bones. You should not have been lost in the dust of history, only waiting for future generations to pay tribute and remember you.
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"I don't know who brought me to this era, but I am really grateful to you. You allowed me to see this era and see the unyielding national spirit of the Chinese nation.
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"You still exist, then you will exist forever. I will not let you let this last Chinese empire repeat the mistakes of history! Don't let the Han family be cut off! The land of Kyushu will always be the home of China.
Endless for thousands of generations!"
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p.s. Here, I borrowed from, or shamelessly plagiarized, the hard-earned words of some outstanding passionate young people. I also plagiarized the ancient people’s good sayings, greetings, and apologies, because I feel that my lack of language is not as good as your voice.
I seem to understand, maybe I really understand, because the bones of the Ming Dynasty are too hard, the bones of this dynasty are too hard, so hard that it chokes many people's throats, chokes many people's nerves, and even chokes the nerves of many people.
The bent and deformed spines of countless people.
When will our inherent territory return to the hands of China? Why do young people dare to plot against me?
