Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

It was not until the pressure in the boiler gradually decreased because no one added coal and the whistling sound of the steam escaping disappeared from his ears that he suddenly came to his senses.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, he did not make any explanation, but just said to Wei Zhongxian.

"Send the order immediately!"

"Copy the Yongle Encyclopedia!"

"Put one copy in each of Nanjing Wenyuan Pavilion and Beijing Wenyuan Pavilion!"

"One is sent to Deling Mausoleum, and one is sent to Xiaoling Mausoleum!"

"Send the Royal Guards to keep a strict watch on them. No one is allowed to enter or leave without permission!"

Zhu Youxiao was in this state, so Wei Zhongxian dared not look directly at him. He just raised his head and took a peek, then he was frightened and shivered, and quickly bowed and said yes.

But Zhu Youxiao's orders were not over yet. Next, he dropped a bombshell.

"Other!"

"Tell the Ministry of Rites to draft a manifesto!"

"When the ice outside the Great Wall thaws, it will be the day of the decisive battle between the Ming Dynasty and the Jiannu!"

"I want that litter of wild boars to reunite with Wild Boar Skin before this year's Mid-Autumn Festival!"

He was clearly watching the fire bull, but he suddenly gave these two orders, which confused everyone present.

Copying the Yongle Encyclopedia is easy, after all, those books are all paper, and no matter how careful you are, mistakes are inevitable.

But why did this turn into a declaration of war?

They couldn't understand Zhu Youxiao's thoughts.

Originally, Zhu Youxiao also wanted to wait until the Jurchens entered the pass next year, set up an ambush along the way, and annihilate their main force in one fell swoop.

But when he thought about the things the Jiannu did after they took control of the Central Plains, he felt that his skull could no longer suppress the hatred in his heart!

Massacre in Jinan, five thousand people!

The massacre at Tongguan: seven thousand people!

The massacre of Zhaozhou, 25,000!

The massacre in Kunshan involved tens of thousands of people!

The massacre in Jinhua: 50,000 people!

The massacre in Chaozhou involved more than 100,000 people!

The Three Massacres of Jiading, Two Hundred Thousand!

The massacre of four hundred thousand people in Fenzhou!

The massacre in Jiaxing: 550,000 people!

The massacre in Guangzhou: 700,000 people!

Ten days in Yangzhou, eight hundred thousand!

The massacre at Datong, only five survivors!

After 81 days in Jiangyin, 53 people survived!

There were only a hundred survivors in the Xiangtan massacre!

In the Sichuan Massacre, almost all the people in the entire province were killed, and finally they had to 'move people from Huguang to fill Sichuan'!

............

These are things that have not happened yet, so Zhu Youxiao cannot tell anyone and can only keep them in his heart.

Too many tragedies made him feel suffocated!

These numbers represent living lives. They are all the sons and daughters of China, the descendants of Yan and Huang!

Lift your head and look toward the sky.

He seemed to be able to see numerous faces shouting at him in the sky.

These faces still retain their appearance before death, with distorted features and mutilated bodies.

Among them were officers and soldiers, civilians, the young and the old.

A toddler with a knife stuck in its chest looked at him, its mouth opening and closing.

His voice rang in Zhu Youxiao's mind.

"Since you're here!"

"Let this world be less dirty and filthy!"

Chapter 200 Your Majesty, is there any meat?

Since the steam engine was already available, Zhu Youxiao did not interfere too much. He just ordered Wu Chunfu to improve it as much as possible.

Afterwards, he left the Ministry of Industry with a blank expression.

Zhu Youxiao did not return to the palace.

Instead, he went straight to the Shenjiying base.

At this moment, only hard training could dilute the gloom in his heart.

"one two three four!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

"one two three four!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"

From a long distance away, one could hear the sounds of slogans and musketry coming from the Shenji Camp.

The current Shenjiying is no longer what it used to be.

The good girls selected from the common people's families are by no means comparable to those old soldiers.

For a bite of food, they can give all their loyalty.

In order to stay, they can challenge their limits again and again!

These were their thoughts when they first entered the camp. Although they were extremely hardworking during the training, there was still a trace of frustration and resentment in their hearts.

but now.

With the arrival of the first batch of Xuanwu lieutenants, the soldiers' ideas gradually changed.

it's actually really easy!

They are all people from the capital!

The people in other provinces may not have a deep understanding of the country's destruction and the family's ruin.

But for them, they understand its meaning very well!

They knew that those who wanted to overthrow the Ming Dynasty, whether they were rebels or the Qing army outside the Great Wall, would be the first to suffer as long as they came to the capital!

So now, they are really training to defend their homeland!

No matter how hard the training is, they will always smile with hope in their dreams.

A strong army means a strong country!

Any enemy who dares to covet our land must first ask himself whether his knife is sharp enough and his gun is accurate enough!

When the country is rich, the people are strong!

I heard that the emperor issued an edict to exempt agricultural taxes. This is a holy act!

After three years of tax exemption, the family will be able to save some money, plus my salary, and then I can marry a wife, crawl into the warm bed, hug her fragrant body...

Just think about it!

In fact, the person who could best understand the changes in these soldiers was undoubtedly Lu Xiangsheng.

In his mind, the best soldiers should be those who are related by blood.

Either father and son, brothers, cousins, or so on.

Only when such soldiers go into battle together can they truly share a common hatred of the enemy and respond to the call without the need for mobilization.

His ideas are true, at least the Tianxiong Army in history has proven them.

These new recruits of the Shenji Camp were all young and strong, and they caused him a lot of trouble when they were first recruited.

Someone disobeyed orders, someone fought in private, and similar things were everywhere.

But since those Xuanwu Lang entered the camp, such incidents have become less and less frequent.

Those troublemakers gradually became easier to manage.

This made him, who originally had a tinted spectacles towards those eunuchs, gradually accept the official position of Xuanwu Lang from the bottom of his heart.

Standing at the gate of the camp, Zhu Youxiao waved his hand to stop the soldiers who came up to salute, and stared at the training team for a long time.

After stretching his muscles, he took off his court robes and threw them to Wei Zhongxian.

Wei Zhongxian immediately understood what he meant, and said with a flattering smile: "Your Majesty, please take it easy!"

"Noisy!"

Zhu Youxiao only replied with these two words, then trotted all the way to the back of the team.

Watching his receding figure, Wei Zhongxian grabbed the soldier next to him and brought him closer.

"Tell the cook that if there is any mistake in today's meal, we will kill him!"

"Yes!"

The soldier responded and immediately ran towards the camp.

The last time Zhu Youxiao came to the Beijing Camp to participate in training was two months ago.

When heading south, they either rode horses day and night or drifted on the sea.

It goes without saying that when riding a horse, even when on a boat, you can't even stand steadily when encountering wind and waves, let alone exercising.

Whenever he dared to have such thoughts, the people around him would always try their best to get him to sit back in the cabin, for fear that he would get hurt.

The team he followed was formed after he left Beijing.

But fortunately, Lu Xiangsheng implemented the policy of mentoring and guiding according to his requirements.

A soldier who had entered the Beijing camp earlier and has now become a captain recognized Zhu Youxiao the moment he saw him.

The soldier immediately ran over with a look of panic on his face.

"I am He Fengheng, your humble servant, and I pay my respects to His Majesty!"

As he spoke, he was about to kneel down and pay homage.

The other soldiers were startled when they heard this, and they all stopped and prepared to salute.

Zhu Youxiao glared at him fiercely and said, "Have you forgotten the rules?"

He Fengheng then remembered the days when he had trained with the emperor before, and quickly waved to the others.

"Keep practicing!"

The emperor had trained in the Shenji Camp before, and this was something every new recruit knew.

After all, being able to train in the same team with the emperor and stir the same pot is something you can brag about for a lifetime.

These people reacted quickly, resumed their training, and ran around the training ground in unison.

He Fengheng did not leave, but jogged behind Zhu Youxiao. However, his vigilant look made Zhu Youxiao's gloom dissipate a lot.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why are you so nervous?"

"Who else in this Shenji Camp could come and assassinate me?"

He Fengheng touched his nose and chuckled.