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Chapter 745 Is Personal Charm Not Enough?

At nearly noon, the exercise finally ended.

After the new army soldiers were regrouped, Emperor Chongzhen walked to the general stage, glanced at the new army soldiers in the audience, and then said: "You are very good, I am very happy! I will set off for the expedition in the near future, I am waiting for you.

return with glory!"

Zhong Jinwei was right behind Emperor Chongzhen. After listening to him finish a few simple sentences, he took the lead and raised his arms and shouted: "The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

With him taking the lead, all the soldiers in the Beijing camp shouted together: "The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

The sound of the sound resounded throughout the world. The momentum was unparalleled. Emperor Chongzhen was very pleased to see the high morale of the soldiers, as he himself said.

The next day, the arms sent to the Denglai Ming Army and Guan Ning Ming Army began to be shipped, and relevant combat orders were also issued.

The decisive battle in Liaodong has officially begun.

Early in the morning on the third day, just after dawn, the Military and Horse Command Department of the Five Cities sent out soldiers to clear the way out of the city.

With the sound of three cannons, the gate of the Beijing camp opened wide, and the Liao expedition army began to set off.

The Liao army was actually from the Beijing Camp, consisting of the New Army and the unreorganized Beijing Camp, also known as the Five Military Camps, with a total of 30,000 troops. The main force of the battle was of course the reorganized New Army, and the Fifth Military Camp was mainly responsible for occupying the city.

After the war is over, it will be handed over to the two frontier armies, Denglai Ming Army and Guan Ning Army.

More and more people gathered on both sides of the road. Although the imperial court did not publicize the army's expedition in order to keep a low profile, the people in the capital knew that there could be no other things besides going to Liaodong to fight against Jianlu.

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From the end of the second year of Chongzhen, when the rebels were ravaging the capital, to the present fifth year of Chongzhen, since Zhongxing Hou took over and reorganized the capital camp, he began to gradually move towards victory, and one victory after another, which gave the people of the capital a great victory.

Confidence.

Because of the Beijing camp, the people of the capital felt extra safe. When many people who were having breakfast at home heard that the Beijing camp was dispatched, they threw away their bowls and rushed out of their homes, braving the freezing cold wind to see them off. Among these people

Among them, there are two people, a strong man and a short man.

The infantry of the Fifth Army Battalion walked in front, with neat formations, flying banners, and high morale, which made the onlookers applaud.

Then came the adapted death camp, with a camp flag with the word "death" fluttering in the wind, and under it were the soldiers of the death camp, carrying flintlock guns and improved three-eyed muskets, with high-headed war horses under their crotches, and a row of six riders.

, go hand in hand, no difference at all.

The short man had deep feelings for this team. It was this team that chased him beyond the Great Wall and avenged his mother-in-law's family's blood.

When the death camp passed in front of him, the dwarf suddenly burst out and shouted: "The death camp will be victorious!" The sound was so loud that even the strong man was startled.

As long as someone takes the lead, all the people will shout together. The atmosphere is so enthusiastic that the older people can't help but sigh. They have never seen an army that can be so supported by the people before.

Immediately following the death camp were five thousand infantry who had just been reorganized into the new army. There was no way, in the previous battles, the war horses were consumed a lot, and there were not that many horses left. Moreover, war horses are difficult to maintain.

It would also increase the logistical pressure, so Zhong Jinwei did not spend a lot of effort to equip it.

This army is different from the previous five military camps. Although the military uniforms of the five military camps are unified, their weapons are all kinds of. The army passing by the people now has fancy military uniforms that the people have gradually become accustomed to, and the weapons are also unified.

The flintlock gun was carried on the left shoulder through the shoulder strap, and the right hand swung regularly and uniformly. It was like a person marching, which made the people on both sides have the idea of ​​a strong army from the bottom of their hearts.

Someone took the lead and shouted sincerely, "The Ming army is mighty!" Others followed suit and shouted: "The Ming army is mighty!"

"The Ming army is victorious!"

"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

More and more people in the capital were alarmed and rushed out one after another to join the crowd of spectators and cheers.

Following the infantry was a long carriage camp equipped with so many types of artillery that the people of the capital were surprised.

Although many artillery pieces are covered with cloth, their sizes and shapes are different. The knowledgeable people introduced them to the people around them in a low voice, showing their extensive knowledge.

"This is a field artillery. It is horse-drawn and goes away. As long as people can walk, there is its shadow."

"That must be the Fo Lang machine cannon. It fires continuously at such a fast speed that you can't tell how many shots were fired. When Jianlu saw this kind of artillery from a distance, he would rather be punished by military law than rush towards the muzzle of the cannon."

"Look over there, it's definitely a Hongyi cannon. With it, no matter how strong the city is, it's just rubbish. One shot will make a hole, and three shots will collapse the wall."

"..."

Later, someone in the audience couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what do you do?"

"I am a storyteller, and I will only talk about the war between our Jing camp and Jian Lu. It is very exciting. You may wish to come over when you have time... Hey, don't go, I haven't finished talking yet!"

At this time, someone suddenly shouted, "Look, Marquis Zhongxing is here."

Suddenly, the discussions and voices on both sides of the street stopped abruptly. Everyone looked towards the road, looking for the heroic figure of Zhongxing Hou.

Now everyone in the capital knows that only the Marquis of Zhongxing is escorted by Dongchang soldiers. In addition, he is on the march, surrounded by stars, so it is easy to find him.

Zhong Jinwei was worried as he walked. He was a little afraid of the enthusiasm of the people in the capital. Looking at the troops passing in front, they were all cheering for it. Now that he, the commander-in-chief, was passing by, he probably cheered even louder.

It's okay to cheer a little, but don't be too enthusiastic and cheer like "Long live Marquis Zhongxing", that would be bad.

But who would have thought that when Zhong Jinwei waited on the left and there was no movement, and on the right there was no movement, he was surprised why the people didn't cheer! Could it be that his personal charm is not enough?

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little disappointed. Whichever way he walked, it was as if a silencing spell had been cast on him, as if he was not welcome.

Zhong Jinwei didn't know that because there were so many legends about him and so many incredible things he created that most people in the capital regarded Zhong Jinwei as a star in the sky and descended to earth. For them, the god-like Marquis of Zhongxing could only

Look at it from a distance with reverence, without daring to make any mistakes.

The last ones are the mounted infantry. Although they ride horses like the death camp, they are only used for transportation. When fighting, they will dismount and fight on foot. Unlike the death camp, they are professional cavalry.

As they passed by, the silent section of the road began to cheer again, leaving Zhong Jinwei who was walking in front speechless and puzzled.

All the people of the Ming Dynasty watched the army go away, praying in their hearts for the army's early triumph. As for victory, in their hearts, it was certain.

After leaving the capital, Zhong Jinwei rushed to Tianjin with the death camp. The rest of the army, led by Cao Wenzhao, headed for Tianjin at normal marching speed.


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