For this Huailai hunting, a total of one hundred thousand troops were mobilized.
The performance of all military subjects by the Coyote Soldiers was arranged for five days.
Except for Ming Chengzu who appeared in the middle of the stand on the first day, in the next three days, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui replaced the emperor and presided over the "hunting" activities.
With the refreshing and wonderful performances of the Coyote Soldiers, everyone has gradually forgotten the unhappiness caused by the conflict between Zhu Gaosui and the Minister of War, Hong Tianren.
Yongle 19th year, March 9th.
The weather was sunny and cloudless.
Today is the last day of the Coyote Soldiers' hunting performance. After the performance, the Coyote Soldiers will embark on their return journey overnight, leaving Huailaiwei, which made them famous all over the world.
Before dawn, the entire Coyote soldiers, 5,001 men, had already assembled in the square to begin the final military training.
The Minister of War, Hong Tianren, was dressed in armor, carrying the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, riding majestically on horseback, and slowly walked to the front of the coyote soldiers who were lining up for training, and quietly watched these elites of the Ming Dynasty.
In the high stands, the high officials of the imperial court, as well as envoys from various countries, gradually entered their seats.
According to the schedule, today is the last performance of the Coyote Soldiers. After everyone complimented each other, they all exchanged their knowledge of the Coyote Soldiers in the past few days and their expectations for the future.
For three days, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui, apart from announcing the start of the daily 'hunting', sat quietly on the seat that originally belonged to Ming Chengzu, as if erecting his own image, motionless.
The surrounding courtiers and envoys from foreign countries, because they did not have the pressure brought by the emperor, instead whispered to each other, which actually enhanced a lot of communication.
Today, just like the previous few days, everyone greeted each other with smiles on their faces and asked after each other. It seemed that they no longer cared much about whether King Zhao was coming or not.
Even though the emperor's guard of honor appeared on the official road leading from Tumu Fort to Huailaiwei Square, no one turned around to take a look.
"Hey, Master Hong has been waiting for King Zhao to announce the start of the hunt these days. Why did he take the initiative to greet him today?"
In the stands, someone suddenly said something.
After hearing this, everyone stopped communicating and looked towards the square curiously.
In the square, Hong Tianren was lying on his horse, almost integrated with the horse under his crotch. He held the horse's rein in his left hand, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his right hand was pressed against the horse's belly, raising a billowing cloud of dust towards the edge of the square.
Rush away.
"Master Hong, is he going to fight?"
"You get stronger when you are old, that's what he is talking about."
"Isn't Master Hong just giving an impromptu performance for everyone?"
Everyone in the stands laughed.
When he was still ten feet away from the emperor's guard of honor, Hong Tianren jerked the reins of the horse in his hand.
The army horse under its crotch let out a long neigh, raised its front hooves more than ten feet high, left a half-foot deep hoofprint on the sand, and stopped on the spot.
Hong Tianren, who was on horseback, had already kicked off his feet and jumped more than two feet into the air.
When he landed on the ground, he knelt down and his entire upper body lay completely on the cold sand. The one-foot-long Qinglong Yanyue Sword also lay quietly beside him.
"I am here to see you, Your Majesty." Hong Tianren's voice sounded particularly clear in this quiet northern morning.
In the middle of the crowd, Ming Chengzu was wearing a dragon robe and a black mink velvet cape, riding on a snow-white military horse, and looked at Hong Tianren who was lying on the ground with a smile.
"You're too hot from running. Do you want to lie down on the ground to cool off? Get up quickly."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Hong Tianren replied with some excitement. He just took the Qinglong Yanyue Sword lying on the ground in his hand and stood up slowly.
"Didn't I say that during the 'hunting' period, all the soldiers refused to bow to me? How can you sing this?" Ming Chengzu asked with a smile.
"The emperor has not come to preside over the 'hunt' for three days. I can't help but miss the emperor." Standing up straight, Hong Tianren said a little embarrassed.
"I'm so old, but I'm still so arrogant. With the posture just now, I thought I had encountered some powerful enemy." Holding the horse's reins with both hands, Ming Chengzu burst into laughter.
"I haven't seen the Emperor for a few days, and I feel a little distracted. When I saw the Emperor today, I just wanted to pay homage and ask for your forgiveness." As he said this, Hong Tianren made another "pop" sound and knelt on the ground.
"Excuse me, what are you guilty of? This posture just now is equivalent to putting on an extra show for the foreign envoys in the stands. Let them know that I, the Ming soldiers, even with white hair, can still kill the world with anger.
.Get up and mount your horse."
"Yes." Hong Tianren responded loudly. He turned around and jumped, landing gently on the horse's back in the distance.
Seeing Ming Chengzu, the morale of the entire Coyote soldiers was greatly boosted.
One by one, they stopped practicing, raised their scimitars, and shouted in unison: "Long live, long live!"
The surrounding people, as well as the officials from the DPRK and China in the stands, seemed to be inspired, and followed the slogans of the coyote soldiers and shouted long live together.
The entire square seemed to be boiling in an instant.
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui, who was following Ming Chengzu, was sitting on a horse with a livid face and his head turned to one side.
Mr. Zhang, who was hiding among King Zhao's guards, had an expressionless face, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
Ming Chengzu raised his arms, waved around, and slowly lowered his arms.
When the surrounding crowd saw Ming Chengzu's gesture, they gradually stopped shouting and calmed down their excitement with expressions of excitement on their faces.
"Due to some urgent matters that need to be dealt with, I have been absent from the 'hunting' activity for three consecutive days. Today is the last day of the coyote soldiers' performance. After the performance, they will embark on their return journey and continue to guard the great rivers and mountains of the Ming Dynasty, and welcome those who are interested in the Ming Dynasty at any time.
The territory is eyeing the young people. So, after urgently handling the matters at hand, I came here. I want to welcome them and see them off. Because they are one of the best armies of the Ming Dynasty and deserve my welcome."
Looking at the neat and energetic coyote soldiers, Ming Chengzu waved his hand vigorously.
"Guard the Ming Dynasty, even to the death!" the coyote soldiers shouted loudly, whirling in the square, responding to the emperor's expectations for them.
In the stands, Zayim, the envoy of the Timur Kingdom, frowned slightly as he looked at everything in front of him.
"Sir, this Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is not a simple man. Not only the people admire him, but the army also worships him personally." The deputy envoy next to him whispered in Zaimu's ear.
"The army has extremely high combat effectiveness, and the emperor has extremely high prestige. Such a court is terrifying. Looking back, I want to report to the empire. I am afraid that the attitude towards the Ming Dynasty will change."
Zayimu said, staring closely at the scene in the square.
