General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 89
Bao Zhuzi, and even all the officers and soldiers in the Beijing camp knew what they should do.

The northern captives have already reached the capital. They are sergeants and wear armor, so they should go to battle to kill the enemy.

The reason for saying these words.

Bao Zhuzi only wanted an answer.

Why?
Why are they the ones who go through life and death?
The son of heaven is the king, the father, the mother, the earth, and the person who is closest to God, so forget it.

Why can people like Yan Song and Yan Shifan hide in the warm pavilion and wait for others to try their best to protect them?

Are they also emperors?
Hearing Bao Zhuzi's question, Zhou Shangwen was speechless.

Because he doesn't know it himself.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the weapon rack in the yard.

I saw Ning Jue staring quietly at Zhu Xizhong's saber, which was given to Zhu Xizhong by Jiajing and brought over from his previous martial arts training.

"Old hero, don't think about it, I know."

Zhou Shangwen was overjoyed when he heard the words.

"Success, let Ke finally talk to you."

I saw Ning Jue put the scabbard back on the weapon rack, and slowly walked out of the courtyard with the sword in his hand.

Ning Jue looked at Bao Zhuzi and the others in front of him and hesitated for a long time.

"Because, you don't need to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy."

Zhou Shangwen was startled when he heard this.

"Ke Zhong, what are you talking about? They are soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and they should serve as the country..."

Ning Jue looked at Zhou Shangwen with some puzzlement.

"Where is the reason?! Their lives are no worse than Yan Shifan! Why are they going to die, and Yan Shifan can hide in the Nuan Pavilion?!"

"If you say kill the enemy to serve the country! Each of them has killed the enemy, and they even killed the enemy of the whole family, why doesn't Yan Shifan need to kill the enemy to serve the country?!"

In the end, Ning Jue stared at Bao Zhuzi without any emotion on his face.

"You guys are the ones who owe nothing to the world. This time, it's my turn."

Bao Zhuzi looked at Ning Jue incoherently.

"Ning Bingxian, I don't want you to go, I want Yan Shifan to..."

Ning Jue directly interrupted Bao Zhuzi's words.

"It's not Yan Shifan, but the people of the world. The reason why you only remember Yan Shifan is because he is the person most like Yan Shifan."

"But there is no Yan Shifan, and there is Xu Fan. After all, I will be there after all. After the Great Wall, we are all Yan Shifan who are protected by the lords. So this time, why should we protect the lords?"

Bao Zhuzi's face turned red, and after a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Bingxian deserves to enjoy the Taimiao!"

They are rough men, which is the highest honor they can conceive of.

Ning Jue didn't make a sound. Ning Jue wanted to die, but Ning Jue also hoped that they would survive.

"I won't go to Taimiao."

"Let's go to the south of the Temple of Heaven Zhai Palace, it's quite spacious there."

Zhou Shangwen stood up to stop Ning Jue upon hearing the words, but Ning Jue directly put the sword on his shoulder.

"Old hero, don't follow me. If you get involved after following me, Ning might as well commit suicide."

In front of the sword is Ning Jue's neck. Since using this trick last time, Ning Jue has never drank that "soothing soup".

Zhou Shangwen was really afraid that Ning Jue would wipe his neck directly.

"Ke Zhong, where are you going?"

Ning Jue smiled.

"We're going to the south of the Zhai Palace. Naturally, we're going to Rudi. The old hero should enjoy his old age in peace. Don't follow Ning to the battlefield this time."

Walking to the corner of the street, Ning Jue turned his head and walked towards Qihua Gate.

In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the Sacrificial Hall was located to the west of the Sacrifice Pavilion on the east side of the Temple of Heaven Huanqiu. Today, directly below the Temple Hospital is the building complex of the former Ming and Qing Dynasties.

The so-called sacrifice means offering sacrifices. Some sacrifice to heaven and earth, some sacrifice to ghosts and gods, and some sacrifice to common people.

As soon as Zhou Shangwen finished speaking, a fast horse came galloping in the distance.

"Old general Zhou is free of courtesy. I have already arrived in the capital, and the food, grass and horses are all ready. The emperor orders you to lead your troops to the Beijing camp immediately to collect armor, search for the main force of the decisive battle, and boost the morale of the capital."

Jiajing's warrant directly made Zhou Shangwen exempt from courtesy, which shows that the situation is urgent.

Zhou Shangwen glanced at Bao Zhuzi with a complicated expression.

"Zhuzi, you heard what Kezhong said, let's... well, go back and tell the children in the camp these words, this time, we will let you choose for yourself."

Zhou Shangwen didn't know why these soldiers who came back after he went to the East Factory were so excited.

Zhou Shangwen, who has been a soldier all his life, knows that even if they go to the battlefield like this, they will either die or flee. Instead of being like this, Zhou Shangwen might as well just let them live.

Zhou Shangwen is 75.

Some things have long been less important.

"Commander, what about you?"

Zhou Shangwen snorted coldly.

"I'm different from you guys. The old man is very kind to you. He Yan Shifan can be an asshole, but if there is no Your Majesty, I would have been impeached to death by those officials."

"Even if I am a single-handed horse, I have to meet for a while and I will answer!"

Murderous intent suddenly appeared in Zhou Shangwen's eyes, he walked into the courtyard, took out a long knife, and jumped on the horse directly.

"You go, I will go too! Without you, I would have frozen to death on the grassland!"

Zhou Shangwen didn't speak but rode his horse and drove straight to the camp outside the city.

Even if he asked Bao Zhuzi ten more times, he would still go, even if he still didn't know why Yan Shifan could hide in the Nuan Pavilion.

I replied that when I entered Ji, the capital was greatly shaken.

The various signals, letter cannons, and command arrows of the Wucheng Bingma Division, the Forbidden Army, and the Beijing Camp almost never stopped.

All divisions are in full swing preparing to meet the enemy.

Ning Jue was walking on Andingmen Street with a sword in his hand, but what he saw was the people who were full of pits and valleys.

Right now, all the mansions in the city that can live in people are already full of people, but there are still many people who can only helplessly huddle in the streets and nibble on blackened bread.

Ning Jue didn't know why Yan Shifan was able to hide in the Nuan Pavilion.

But Ning Jue knew that even if I Da broke the city or even if Daming perished, the old Taoist would hang himself on Meishan.

Yan Song is still Yan Song, and Xu Jie is still Xu Jie.

I would even politely ask them to come out and continue to govern the country.

But in front of Ning Jue's eyes, most of the people eating black bread will turn into corpses on the ground.

However, this is Ning Jue's answer, not Bao Zhuzi's.

"Where is Bingxian going?"

"Into the body."

"Where is Duke Ning going?"

"Into the body."

"..."

Many people who had seen Ning Jue on the road were asking questions.

Ning Jue's only answer was a simple "into the body".

Although most of them didn't know what it meant to enter the body, Ning Jue didn't bother to explain.

Even if the common people are turned into corpses, Ning Jue has no right to force Bao Zhuzi and the others to die.

All Ning Jue can do is go out of the city and fight back against the enemy.

It wasn't until Ning Jue walked through the Anding Gate that the people in the city realized what Ning Jue was going to do.

Under the Anding Gate, Ning Jue looked a little excitedly at the dust billowing up in the north.

There is a saying in Zhou Rites that all sacrifices and sacrifices must be ninety years old.

Come on, I answer.

I have been waiting for you for a long time!
(End of this chapter)