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Chapter 448 Am I overthinking?
When a burst of bright music sounded, the Turpan envoy was slightly stunned. Isn't this their musical instrument, the satar?
Why did it appear at the Ming Dynasty’s military parade?
Then, with some pride, he introduced it to the other envoys around him, saying that this was their musical instrument.

Satar's bright and slightly hoarse voice is like the gusts of sand blowing on the Silk Road, gently passing by the ears, outlining a magnificent, vast and boundless picture of the Gobi Desert, which is refreshing.

Then, the roar of the zither and drums, like thunder in the sky, instantly pulled the audience back to the prosperous Kyoto from the distant desert. The rapid and agile sound of the zither strings, intertwined with the thunderous force of the drums, together laid out a scene of the capital, showing its prosperity and strength.

A melodious flute sounded quietly, like a breeze, gently blowing across the heart, drawing the audience's thoughts away from the noisy capital and leading them to the distant and tranquil water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Various musical instruments such as satar, guzheng, drums, flutes and suona are intertwined and complement each other, showing the magnificence, grandeur and gentleness of the Ming Dynasty, complementing the Shenjiying.

Only Ou Zanghua could compose such a piece of music in that era. It had another name in later generations, called "Jiuzhou Tong".

600 Zhengde sub-cannons, 200 Zhengde Shenwei cannons, 20,000 rockets, and 2,000 iron gunners.
As this firearms corps marched in orderly steps through the Meridian Gate, exclamations from the audience rang out one after another.

I originally thought that the firepower of the Fifth Army Battalion was unmatched in the world, but I didn’t expect that there was even more powerful firepower than that of the Fifth Army Battalion!
For a moment, the people of the capital felt an unprecedented sense of pride, and even their backs straightened a lot.

At this time, a student from the Imperial College couldn't help but ask: "I wonder which one is more powerful, the Shenji Camp or the Wujun Camp?"

As soon as this was said, it immediately caused a lot of discussion. Some people thought that the Shenji Battalion was superior. With such firepower, the Five Army Battalions had no chance of getting close.

Some people also think that the Fifth Army Camp is stronger because it has a more complete range of military forces and can cope with various environments. It must also be able to deal with opponents with a single attack like the Shenji Camp.

Both sides held their own opinions and neither could convince the other. Fortunately, Mingzan of the Honglu Temple, the Censorate, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard worked together to maintain order at the scene. Otherwise, according to the nature of these scholars in the Ming Dynasty, they would definitely fight after the quarrel.

After the sound of the Shenji Camp slowly disappeared, a powerful and deafening drum sound was heard.

In the high notes, the drumsticks hit hard like thunder, showing endless power.

When playing the bass, it is tapped softly, like a drizzle of rain.

This unique drumming makes the whole song full of powerful force and surging momentum.

With the addition of instruments such as yangqin, suona, and erhu, the music sometimes starts slowly, sometimes gradually speeds up, sometimes is scattered like stars, and sometimes is orderly like an army, magnificent and with ups and downs.

Such obvious rhythm changes not only enhance the appeal of the music, but also make the listeners feel as if they are on the scene, deeply experiencing the tension and intensity of the battlefield.

This is the Ming Dynasty's Three Thousand Battalion March, adapted by Ou Zanghua from the Tang Dynasty royal music "General's Order". It fully demonstrates the majesty and solemnity of the Three Thousand Battalion when they set out for the expedition, their agility and lightness when they go out for the expedition, and their fierceness and tension when they fight.

Qiu Yue led more than 3,000 battalions of 8,000 elite cavalrymen and walked out slowly. When he passed through the Meridian Gate, Qiu Yue took a deep breath and said loudly: "Wherever your majesty's sword points to, that is the path we will charge forward. We will move forward bravely and fearlessly! Long live your majesty, and long live the Ming Dynasty!"

"Long live His Majesty, long live the Ming Dynasty!" The cavalrymen of the more than 3,000 battalions stood tall and roared in unison with voices as loud as bells. The deafening shouts pierced through the clouds and echoed across the vast sky, as if even the sky was shaking.

Emperor Zhengde laughed and introduced to Queen Xia beside him: "Zi Tong, this is my upper three thousand battalion. I led them to first defeat Duoyan Weihua Dang, and then crossed the grassland, galloped for more than two thousand miles, and attacked Tumochuan directly. This battle will decide the outcome!" "It is indeed a national weapon!" Queen Xia's eyes flashed with surprise and amazement, and her heart was a little bitter. If she could get pregnant, how lucky the next emperor would be!
With such a powerful army at his disposal, he was the most powerful man in the world.

Queen Xia remembered the talisman for praying for a child that Liu Qing had told her about some time ago, and immediately decided to ask her father to go to the Nanyue Temple and sincerely ask for a talisman.

After passing the Upper Three Thousand Camp, the next to appear is the Lower Three Thousand Camp.

Zuo Lengchan was wearing chain mail armor inlaid with plum blossoms and a phoenix-wing helmet on his head. With his well-groomed long beard, he looked extremely majestic.

He turned around to look at his subordinates, his eyes turned cold, and he said indifferently: "Behave well today. If anyone embarrasses me, I will tear his face off."

The people in the front row couldn't help but shudder and quickly expressed their loyalty.

Upon seeing this, Zuo Lengchan smiled, then pushed his horse's belly and led the three thousand troops to appear on stage to the music of "General's Order".

When they reached the Meridian Gate Square, Zuo Leng’s Qi reached his Dantian and he shouted, “Look to the right!”

Under the leadership of Zuo Lengchan, the 10,000 Mongolian cavalrymen of the Lower 3,000 Battalions shouted in unison in their unskilled Mandarin: "It is a heroic act to wrap one's body in horse hides, and even if one dies, one's sweat will still be fragrant! We will be loyal to Your Majesty and will never change! We will be loyal to the Ming Dynasty and will never regret it until death!"

Emperor Zhengde smiled and waved. He certainly believed in the loyalty of these cavalrymen. After all, they were the soldiers who had followed him in the sneak attack on Tumochuan.

As the three major camps passed through the Meridian Gate Square one after another, the time also changed from Chenshi to Youshi.

When Emperor Zhengde entertained civil and military officials and envoys from various countries at a banquet, he announced that in the next five days, the Shenjiying would conduct live-fire exercises in Miyun County, and envoys from various countries could visit.

The envoys were still immersed in the grandeur of today's military parade. When they heard Your Majesty's words, they were all excited and interested.

After all, it was the tremendous power of 800 artillery pieces, attracting worldwide attention. Everyone wanted to witness its awe-inspiring force with their own eyes and find out exactly how powerful it was.

That night, Emperor Zhengde did not return to the Leopard Room, but stayed in Kunning Palace. Empress Xia finally realized what it meant that thunder, lightning, rain and dew were all the emperor's grace.
At the same time, in the Yang Mansion, Yang Tinghe was sitting alone in the study, holding in his hand the notes that Ou Zanghua had taken when he was lecturing to students at the Imperial College.

As the prime minister of the dynasty, as long as he wanted, there were people who would record it for him.

After reading it several times, he put down his notes and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

Ou Zanghua's lectures at the Imperial College were all about Confucian classics. Although his insights were unique, they did not deviate from the scope of Confucianism. In addition, the slogans shouted by the 3,000-man battalion at today's military parade were...
Yang Tinghe couldn't help but hesitate. Could it be that he was overthinking?

(End of this chapter)