The incense of the Martyrs' Temple spreads in the huge square of martial arts.

The majestic white tower that enshrines the ashes of heroes is right in front of you.

The sun, moon and star flag representing the Ming Dynasty, stretching and flirting in the wind.

Eight hundred and sixty-two martial students, divided into several square formations, standing silently.

Among them were the lost scholars who had been in the army, some were innocent and good families, some soldiers selected from grassroots, and some children from generals.

They all wore red as the main red, purple, green and yellow, and a total of four colors of mandarin duck battle jackets, with iron helmets on their heads, and red tassels fluttering.

"The Emperor is here!"

"Long live my emperor!"

Amid the sound of bowing, Zhu Yunyu took Liujin and slowly walked up to the platform.

He looked around condescendingly, and saw a pair of eager and excited eyes, loyal and fanatical eyes.

I also saw an indescribable arrogance...

"I'll see you today!" Zhu Yunxi's voice slowly rang out, "Look at my future generals, generals and even generals of the Ming Dynasty..."

There was a sudden silence above the school ground.

Only the battle flag sways in the wind.

But the eyes of the students became even more fanatical, because the emperor said that they were the future generals and future generals...

"Martial arts was what I advocated back then? How can you tell me?"

Zhu Yunxiu said loudly, "Because some people say that the world is peaceful, and if you want to govern the world with civilized people, you can't raise millions of soldiers. But I said that the ancients said that if you forget to fight, you will perish... My Ming Dynasty was built on the rest of your life in golden swords and iron horses. How can you enter Kuma and release it into the southern mountain?"

"I ask you, are the Tartars still there?"

More than 800 martial arts students shouted in unison, "Here!"

“Where?”

"In the north of the desert and south of the desert!"

"Yes, the so-called peace in the world is just that they are temporarily licking their wounds!" Zhu Yunxiu said loudly again, "I ask you again, is the territory of the Ming Dynasty... enough?"

"Not enough! Not enough!" The Wu students fell into fanaticism and screamed.

Zhu Yunxi shouted loudly again, "Do you remember what you took to the oath when you entered school?"

More than 800 students shouted in a crazy way, "Where the sun and the moon go, are all the territory of our Ming Dynasty. All the peoples known in the world are all my Chinese servants!"

"The Ming Dynasty's tigers and eagles are rising to show the power of heaven. Our empire's minions should guard all directions for His Majesty!"

The shout turned into a roar, and everyone tried their best to make a sound from their chest.

"My species remain far and wide, our country is surrounded by all directions, our army is invincible, and my emperor... will live forever!"

"Haha!" Zhu Yunxi laughed as he roared.

These people... are the capital of him, the capital of the Ming Empire, and the capital of the Ming people.

It is the capital that ranks in the world and is always on the top of the world.

Liujin's eyes were lit and his fists were clenched tightly.

"This place is much better than Wenhua Palace! These people are much more pleasing to the Masters!"

"I still have enemies in the Ming Dynasty, what should I do?" Zhu Yunxiu shouted again.

"kill!"

"My Ming Dynasty's territory is far from enough!"

"kill!"

~~

Between heaven and earth, the sound of killing echoes.

Zhu Yunxiu took a deep breath, "Can you smell the incense in the Martyrs' Temple?"

"I have taken the prince along the way, looking at the portraits of my heroes and heroes of the Ming Dynasty, looking at their names, recalling the past and being inspiring to the spirits!"

"My Ming Dynasty has been created from scratch. How many heroes have been wrapped in horses? How many good men have died in the Bianye?"

"Today, next to the Martyrs' Temple that worships my Ming Dynasty heroes. In your martial arts, I ask you. Are you willing to sacrifice your head and blood for the Ming Dynasty, and even... become a heroic soul in the Martyrs' Temple?"

"Be a minister of the Ming Dynasty in life, and be a soul of the Ming Dynasty in life!"

"Okay!" Zhu Yunxiu said heavily, "I remember this! Before the end of the year, you will go to the border to guard the border for the country..." As he said that, he looked around majestic again, "Surviving... All of them will be for me to survive! Survive as the general of the Ming Dynasty and general! Let my Ming Dynasty be independent of the world!"

"If...If someone dies in battle, I..." Zhu Yunxiu said, paused again, and said with a qi, "I will sacrifice the heroic souls in the Heroes Temple!"

"The emperor has an order to give the knife!"

~~

"After the Chinese New Year, martial arts students need to recruit more!

On the way back to the palace, Zhu Yunxiu whispered to Mei Yin, who was riding a horse along the side of the carriage.

The latter pondered for a moment, "The more you have, the better?"

"Yeah!" Zhu Yunxiu nodded, "But you can't be incompatible with good and bad! It's better to be a good family, the descendants of the soldiers who died in battle!" As he said, he smiled, "If the museum is not enough, you can ask Ru Wei and Xu Huizu for money! Also, the monthly money for students should be doubled, the diet should be carefully selected, and weapons, war horses and other things should not be neglected! The muskets and cannons of the Firearm Casting Bureau can be used at will!"

"I obey the order!" Mei Yin replied solemnly.

The treatment of martial arts students is equivalent to that of thousands of households in the army.

But according to the emperor's words, it is better to be better.

As for the emperor's intention, he certainly understood.

These martial arts students are the emperor's most loyal minions in the army and the serious disciple of the emperor.

After saying a few words to Mei Yin, Zhu Yunyu put down the curtain and leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Liujin, who was next to him, suddenly came over with some legs, and his little eyes were swaying around, "Father, are you tired! My son will hammer your legs!"

As he said that, he lifted Zhu Yun's legs and pounded his small fist with no lightness or weight.

"Ha!" Zhu Yunxi smiled.

"Father, you are so majestic today!" Liujin's little mouth began.

"Well, when will I not be majestic?"

"These students looked at you with their eyes lit up!"

"Um!"

"Father, father!" Liujin said with a smile, "Can your son...?"

"Um?"

"Can your son come here to study too?" Liujin grabbed Zhu Yunxi's sleeve and acted coquettishly. "The scholars in Wenhua Palace are too rigid. They are full of saints' knowledge every day. What the ancients said... "

As he said that, he climbed to Zhu Yunxiu and leaned intimately, "My son wants to choose a few companions to study, they are not allowed to do this one! Why don't you let your son study in martial arts?"

"Don't you have martial arts classes?" Zhu Yunxiu smiled after shaved six jin's nose.

"It's just riding a horse and shooting arrows... my son has never touched a musket yet!" Liu Jin said aggrievedly, "I heard that the artillery is more powerful than muskets!" He said, and then shouted loudly, "I heard that when I was shooting in Burmese, I could directly lift the city gate tower!"

"Who did you hear?"

"Yeah..." Liujin immediately shut up and continued to pull Zhu Yunxi's sleeve, "Father, good father, please agree to your son!"

As he said that, he said loudly, "The ancestor is the emperor of Mahjong. You have also personally conquered Goryeo. My Zhu family is proficient in military affairs. You can't come to my son and know nothing, right? In the future... If foreign enemies attack in the future and my son doesn't know anything, will he lose you?"

"Haha!" Zhu Yunxiu bounced the six-jin brain, "You guy, you're all in one set!"

As he said that, he pinched Liujin's cheek, "Martial arts is not a place to mess around!"

"My son will never make any noise!" Liujin quickly promised, "What gentlemen say is what they are? Please, Father!"

"Forget it!" Zhu Yunxiu was so tired that he couldn't help but smiled, "In the next month, you will be allowed to come for five days."

"Long live Father!" Liu Jin smiled and clapped his hands.

At this moment, Zhu Yunxiu suddenly seemed to remember something.

Pulling off the curtain and looking at Mei Yin on the horse.

The latter quickly lowered his body, "Master?"

"All the clans who are not successful in the royal family need to be trained in martial arts!" Zhu Yunxiu said seriously, "No need to treat preferential treatment, they all follow the student rules!"

"Abide by the order!"

"In addition, select a few teachers, and in the future, the prince and other sons of me will also enter martial arts!"

Mei Yin was stunned, and then quickly said, "I am considered a rough army..."

"Yeah... OK!"
Chapter completed!