"...those who serve the country and protect the people of the capital..." The guards and officers who were ordered to read out the summons in the streets of the capital had long since shouted hoarse, but they still adhered to their duties and continued.
Calling, hoping to summon more power to guard the city.
A house opened the door, and a hunchbacked old man in his late fifties, whose clothes were still patched, rushed out with a kitchen knife. A boy of thirteen or fourteen blushed and held a knife.
He was walking out of the house next to him with a wooden sword, but he was stopped. A middle-aged fat man walked out, holding a sharp short knife in one hand. He patted the young man's head kindly with the other hand, turned around and shouted to the back room.
"Take care of this little brat. Today, I want you to be here too..."
More houses opened, including butchers, vendors, and even some waiters who had not yet thrown away the rags on their shoulders, and even weak scholars carrying swords that were more decorative than practical...
"There are many generous and sad people in China who stand in the wilderness with their swords drawn." A weak scholar saw a few rogues rushing out of even the tavern, holding short blades or sticks in their hands.
But this time they are not going to bully the good, but face the enemy of the country.
"Even ordinary people dare to take responsibility for the rise and fall of a country, and we cannot fall behind others." A gray-haired old Confucian shouted loudly.
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"Prime Minister Wen is a scholar. When the country is in crisis, he still dares to swing his sword to the north. Don't we even have the courage to imitate the sages?!" A prisoner in the Imperial College raised his arm angrily and shouted loudly.
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"The emperor is hunting in the north, and the country is in trouble. We are all people of the Ming Dynasty. If we don't know how to serve our country at this time, how will we face the sages of China in the future?!" Another supervisor couldn't bear it either.
Keep raising your arms and shout loudly.
"The battle of Tumubao is just like the battle of Jingkang in the previous dynasty. Is it possible that all people in this life do not have the ambition of Yue Pengju?!" The supervisor who spoke first couldn't help but pick up the ruler on the teacher's desk and angrily pointed at the Imperial College student.
Rushing through the gate. One person rushed out, ten people rushed out. In a short time, thousands of students rushed out, like a torrent, flowing out of the Imperial College and heading north...
In a house not far from the Imperial Academy, a middle-aged man in plain clothes with a gloomy expression was holding a glass of wine and looking at an old pine tree in the pavilion in a daze. There was a faint trace on the left side of his face.
The scar is the souvenir he left in Tumubao.
His name is Li Xian, whose courtesy name is Yuande. He is from Dengzhou. He ranked first in the provincial examination in the seventh year of Xuande's reign in the Ming Dynasty, and became a Jinshi in the following year. After inspecting the locust plague in Hejin and other places, he was appointed as the chief officer of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. In the tenth year of Zhengtong, he was promoted to the title of doctor of merit examination.
, later served as Wenxuan doctor.
After the "Tumu Incident", Yingzong was kidnapped, and it was difficult for Li Xian to return to the capital. However, he was still dismissed from his post in the mansion. He drank to relieve his sorrows every day. At this moment, the faint voice coming from outside the palace wall made Li Xian feel proud.
Headed.
"...or it may be that the thief's wat is struck, and the reverse head is broken. It is majestic and fierce, and it will last forever. When it penetrates the sun and the moon, life and death will be settled..." The voice became louder and louder, as if everything between heaven and earth was covered by it.
Covered by this vast and righteous voice, Li Xian's eyes, which were confused by alcohol, gradually brightened, as if something was brewing and fermenting in his chest...
He threw away the wine cup in his hand and stood up. He didn't even bother to hold up the wine bottle when it fell to the floor by his clothes. He didn't even bother to put on the wooden clogs placed in front of the steps. He didn't even have time to put them on, so he rushed like that.
He left the room, walked through the corridor, and rushed out of the courtyard under the dumbfounded gazes of the servants.
He saw the scholars holding rulers, wooden stools, and even kitchen knives and bricks in their hands, striding towards the Anding Gate. Behind them, there were countless civilians holding sticks in their hands...
The sound of chanting was endless, and the excitement was evident. Even the common people who were not literate responded loudly, as if those words could be imprinted in their souls, and they understood the true essence of China's proud character.
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"... When it penetrates the sun and the moon, life and death will be settled." Li Xian murmured and repeated this sentence. Looking at the firm eyes of those people, whether poor or rich, something seemed to burst in his heart.
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His face suddenly turned red and then white, Li Xian stamped his feet angrily, and turned around suddenly: "Bring me my sword, old housekeeper, ask all the servants in the house to take the knives in the house and go with me! I lost the Ming Dynasty's wooden and earth castle.
Face, we Han people have lost face. Today, we cannot lose face again. If we lose face again, we will also lose our country, country and country!"
In a private house in Deshengmen, a tall man kowtowed three times to the silently weeping old woman in front of him, picked up a sword beside him, rushed out of the house, and came to a nearby house.
He shouted loudly in front of a house in the distance. "Wu Qi, I know you are at home. Get out of here. We men have already earned a life by escaping from Tumu Fort. Today, we will kill Wa Ci."
Go thieves!"
"Get out of here you bitch, I'm the boss, your immediate boss, you're calling me a bird." Before his roar could stop, the door of the house was knocked open, and a tall man with a chiseled shape came out, dressed in a brocade robe.
The armor he wore was extremely tattered. It was a souvenir when he escaped from the Tumu Fortress. Now, he is wearing it again. "Today I have risked my life. If I don't kill a few tile thieves, how can I be worthy of our dead brothers?"
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Countless black spots sprang up from the originally clean avenue of the capital, rushing towards the nine gates of the capital, forming an unstoppable torrent. The city gates that were originally used to block the Waci cavalry seemed to
will be crushed by the torrent of crowds.
Standing on the top of the city, Yu Qian had already sensed the strange movements in the capital city. Looking at the flow of people gathering in the avenues, Yu Qian understood that it was time. He turned around and pressed his sword: "Send the order, guard the Anding Gate.
Send Tao Jin a signal to Governor Shi, ordering his cavalry to attack immediately, and then order the guards of each gate to lead the army out of the city and meet the enemy in the field with Waci! Order the soldiers of the Shenji Camp who are hiding in the houses outside Deshengmen, Anding.
, cooperate with the soldiers and horses leaving the city, and kill the enemy with camera..."
The swaying armor leaves on Yu Qian's strong body made a clanging sound: "We, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, will bravely kill the enemy. Once the battle begins, it will be the time for the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty to fight to the death!"
When approaching battle, those who retreat first regardless of the army will be killed immediately!
When approaching battle, the army will not care who retreats first, and the rear team will kill the front team!
Anyone who dares to disobey military orders will be killed without mercy!"
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