The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Many disabled soldiers stood in the crowd, watching the scene in front of them, with tears in their eyes unconsciously.

Because His Highness Jian Guo personally came to see off Pao Ze who died in battle!
Zhu Hongyu's personal attendance gave them an urge to die for their confidants.

One by one, the clay pots were placed in the designated tombs, and Zhu Hongyu personally stepped forward to cover one of the tombs with soil.

Generally speaking, after the soldiers of the Ming army died in battle, their remains were cremated and their ashes were sent to their families.

Either the family members are buried independently, or they are buried in a unified martyrs cemetery.

However, the Ming army who died in the Zhoushan defense battle was an exception.

Most of the soldiers of Zhoushan Ming Army were reorganized from the original Zhoushan Rebel Army.

Due to successive years of wars, most of the rebel soldiers in Zhoushan are lonely and single.

No family at all!

Or the family is on Zhoushan Island.

Therefore, Zhu Hongyu made the decision himself.

The funerals of these soldiers are organized by the military government.

The air is full of solemnity and seriousness!

At some point, there was a hazy drizzle in the sky.

The rain fell down with a tick, fell on the ground, mixed with the sand on the ground, and turned into a veritable muddy water.

Zhu Hongyu's cloak, as well as the military uniform on his body, were gradually wet by the rain.

A guard wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but Zhu Hongyu refused.

"You don't need to hold an umbrella, Gu also came out of battle, so he's not that delicate!"

The guard showed hesitation and said.

"Your Highness, it's raining and cold, your body..."

Zhu Hongyu waved his hands firmly and said.

"Your sons are all able to get in the rain, and the wounded are all standing in the rain. How can Gu hold an umbrella?!"

He stood in the heavy rain, letting the cold rain hit his face.

But the expression on his face didn't change at all!

Cold, serious, and incomparably majestic!
The guard retreated respectfully.

Not long after, loud battle songs sounded around the monument.

"The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and soil!"

"Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren!"

"Look at the world, all the barbarians, everyone will make up for the crippled celestial dynasty!"

"Good man, don't be parents, just for the common people, not for the sake of the Lord!"

"While holding the steel knife 99, kill Hu'er before you stop!"

"I'm a masculine man, why are the Tartars acting like horses and cows?!"

"A strong man drank all the wine in his bowl and traveled a thousand miles without turning back!"

"The golden drum beeps and the crowd roars, and the yellow dragon will not be broken!"

"..."

The soldiers of the Ming army sang the battle song of the Red Turban Army in unison with deep and hoarse tones.

The pride and heart in it fully infected their hearts!
Back then, their ancestors followed the Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, singing the battle song of the Red Scarf Army, expelling the Tartars and restoring China!
Drive the Tartars who have enslaved the Han people for hundreds of years out of the Central Plains!

Redeemed this great country and nation from the abyss of sinking!

Now, more than 200 years have passed, the tragedy of Shenzhou Luchen has come again, the Qing captives have entered the pass, and the Han people have once again become inferior people.

Naturally, they also have to stand up, follow His Highness Jian Guo, hold high the banner of Daming, fight bravely to be the first, and restore the rivers and mountains.

As the military song resounded, the morale of the Ming army was high.

The Ming army seemed to feel the eyes of their ancestors watching through time.

That look seemed to tell them that with you here, China will not perish!
Even the military uniforms all over his body were soaked by rain.

The cold rainwater flowed down the trousers and into the leather boots, and the soles of the feet became icy cold, and no one moved at all.

Because Zhu Hongyu didn't move either!

Pairs of leather boots stepped into the stagnant water, splashing everywhere.

People kept coming forward to bury the clay pots in the tomb.

"Fire the gun!"

An orderly shouted loudly, and the voice spread far and wide in the rain.

A musketeer of the Ming Army raised his musket and pointed it obliquely at the sky.

Then the trigger was pulled!
Snapped!clap clap!

Due to the rain, the gunpowder was damp, so the gunfire was sparse and irregular.

But the movements of the musketeers of the Ming army were uniform, and everyone seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

There is no confusion!
A puff of gunpowder smoke curled up, and then disappeared in the rain in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Hongyu stood up and recited the sacrificial text in person, his voice was warm and clear.

But it is filled with a force that seems to be able to shake mountains, rivers and seas.

"The Qing captives were brutal, the mountains and rivers changed color, the people were separated, and the world mourned..."

"Fortunately, there is Zhongliang, who is not afraid of swords and dangers, brave but not cowardly, brave and brave, brave and courageous, is the pioneer of the king, escorts the guards, puts life and death at risk, sticks to the lonely city without collapse, blood stains the clothes and does not retreat!"

"Woohoo, how strong I am, a soldier of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Woohoo, I, son of the Han family, how strong I am!"

"..."

Zhu Hongyu's voice was full of emotion as he recited the sacrificial text.

There are dozens of soldiers with loud voices around him, and they also recite together.

There is power in the thick voice, and it spreads quickly!

When Zhu Hongyu put down the sacrificial rite, the whole army shouted in unison.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Great Ming wins! Long live His Royal Highness Jian Guo!"

"..."

Zheng Chenggong stood behind Zhu Hongyu, his chest was also full of pride, and he shouted in unison with the army.

He couldn't help sighing in his heart, Zhu Hongyu really understood how to win the hearts of the soldiers!
How many people in the world could refuse such an honor after being killed in battle, and being personally memorialized by Jian Guo? !

Under such circumstances, it's no wonder that Zhu Hongyu has such a strong control over the Guangfu Army!
Speaking of mobilizing the chief officers of each army to rotate, all the chief officers of each army will obediently follow the transfer order, and no one dares to resist the order!
Thinking of this, Zheng Chenggong suddenly moved, wanting to completely hand over the general power to Zhu Hongyu, and let Zhu Hongyu help him train the soldiers and horses.

The Zheng family has a lot of troops. When the navy and land divisions add up, there are always 3 to [-] troops!

But there are not many troops with real combat effectiveness!

Fortunately, the navy said that the fact that the Zheng family has been rampant in the sea for decades is not covered.

But in terms of the army, Zheng Jun is really hip.

……

Among the crowd, Wu Laoliu stood in front of the infantry battalion he led, with the rank of major on his shoulders shining brightly.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes never moved away from Zhu Hongyu.

His eyes were full of respect, admiration and other emotions.

He was the very beginning, Zhu Hongyu's veteran who followed Zhu Hongyu when he was a cavalry soldier in the mine.

After several years of fighting, even if his performance in the army was not outstanding, he still got the position of battalion commander by virtue of his seniority.

It can be said that he has been witnessing how the system of the Liberation Army has grown step by step from the beginning to the end.

In just over three years, His Highness Jian Guo has created such a foundation and won victories one after another.

As a person who witnessed Zhu Hongyu's greatness, he was full of admiration and respect for Zhu Hongyu.

I have no doubt in my heart that His Highness Jian Guo can lead them to expel the Tartars and restore China!
After the funeral was over, the Ming army units returned to the camp in an orderly manner according to different establishments.

Wu Laoliu took off his wet clothes and took a hot bath.

After changing into dry clothes, Wu Laoliu said to the adjutant beside him with emotion in his voice.

"Today's funeral, I just want to wait until I die in battle and be buried in the martyr's cemetery!"

"No matter how timely the incense sacrifice at home is, how can it catch up with today's scene!"

"Life, glory, and death, the real life, glory, and death!"