As noon arrives, which is the auspicious time, the loud bells ring and the military parade is about to begin.

"Boom boom boom..."

One salute after another was fired. Although it was only a salute, the momentum still frightened the barbarians.

There are more than two hundred cannons in total, one cannon represents a year, and the ups and downs of the Ming Dynasty for more than two hundred years are condensed into the rumbling sound of cannons.

Amidst the rumble of cannons, a large group of prisoners with money rattails were escorted up. These were slave warriors who were captured by the Ming army on the battlefield.

Some of them were captured in Haizhou when they had vomiting and diarrhea after eating sprouted potatoes, some were captured during the Battle of Bali Bay, and some were captured when they ran to Guangning Guard Road and could not move, and were tired and hungry.

Some of them were captured because of their injuries.

No matter what kind of prisoners they are, they all have a common characteristic. When they hear the sound of cannons, their calves become weak with fear. In the Battle of Bali Bay, the Battle of Guangning, the Battle of Liaozhong, and the Battle of Liaoyang,

Ning Haijun's artillery, mixed with the power of destroying the world, blew their souls out of their bodies and left their memories fresh.

The rumbling sound of the cannon made them terrified, their livers and gallbladders were split, their faces turned earth-colored, and some of them even became incontinent.

The Ming Dynasty officials and people who were watching the ceremony were stunned for a moment when they saw the cowardly appearance of these slave-building warriors, and then burst into laughter. The laughter was like sharp knives, repeatedly poking the Jurchen warriors in the heart and making them dizzy.

Can't lift it up.
Chapter completed!