Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

The golden dragon snakes over the city of Beijing.

At the head of the dragon, Zhu Youjian stands with his hands behind his back.

The loyal ministers looked at the emperor in blue dragon robe and couldn't help but feel in a trance.

It's like going back to that early winter 17 years ago...

The emperor who had just succeeded to the throne also forbeared for several months before taking down the powerful Wei Zhongxian in one fell swoop and successfully took over the power of the government.

The emperor at that time was also so confident...

Thinking of this, the ministers couldn't help but murmured: Could it be that His Majesty has been waiting for this opportunity for the past 17 years?

After thinking about it carefully, the officials felt more and more that their guess was correct.

Facing the arrogant Wei Zhongxian, His Majesty forbeared for three months and then forced him to commit suicide with a single blow. He easily wiped out the eunuchs and gained political power.

So……

Facing the gentry who control officials and decide the direction of government... It is not impossible for His Majesty to endure for 17 years!

Some people couldn't help but want to give high fives.

wonderful!

Your Majesty is brilliant!

Just because of this, the wealthy gentry will no longer be able to influence the government, and our Ming Dynasty will surely be reborn from the ashes!

Why is it so hot in early spring?

……

If we say that the loyal ministers in heaven are elated, the rebellious ministers on the ground can be said to be frightened.

The traitors are in mourning...

Is Chongzhen's skills sharp?

No one knows better than them.

Faced with the ministers who were sponsored by the wealthy gentry with the intention of controlling the government, Chongzhen, this bastard, never showed any mercy!

The Dog Emperor's knife will never become soft just because the courtiers have the support of the gentry behind them.

The Dog Emperor changed more than 17 cabinet ministers in 50, and chopped off the heads of two cabinet ministers, seven governors, and eleven governors.

If the civil servants are just relying on the gentry and the dog emperor kills without mercy, then the generals who lead the troops, this dog bastard is not confused either!

Is Zu Kuan awesome?

The top wealthy family among Liaodong generals!

Wu Sangui inherited the strength of his ancestral family and achieved his current status!

I didn’t just say it would be cut, I would cut it off!

Even 36 heads were chopped off in one go. Yan Jizu, Zu Kuan, Ni Chong, Deng Xizhao, Sun Maolin and other generals were all beheaded on this day.

When the rebels thought that they had dared to join forces to force Chongzhen to death that morning, they couldn't stop their two sides from fighting...

My goodness!

I'm afraid I'm out of luck now...

I don’t know if the wealthy gentry behind them will protect them...

It's already early spring, why is it so cold?

……

Wei Zaode, Zhang Jinyan, Chen Yan and others looked at each other, exchanged glances with each other for a while, and quietly withdrew from the crowd.

"Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen, the matter has come to an end. We'd better not hide it."

The youngest Wei Zaode frowned and said slowly: "You and I are one, and at this juncture, we need to be honest."

Zhang Jinyan nodded, doing Tai Chi and said: "What Mr. Wei Ge said is very true, we should discuss it seriously."

Seeing the two of them putting off each other, Chen Yan snorted coldly: "I have shit in my crotch, what else is there to discuss? No matter what you two decide, I will use all means to suppress him!"

He smiled sinisterly: "So what if the bastard escaped? He can't go to Jiangnan, that's our territory!"

"Other places are under the control of King Chuang. Even if the bastard can win a piece of territory, how much power will he have!"

"In front of me, if he loses his righteousness, he is just a bed bug!"

"If you want to do it, kill his turtle grandson!"

Seeing that Chen Yan had made everything clear, the remaining two people no longer hid their clumsiness.

Chen Yan immediately said: "Then it's settled. If Li Zicheng can succeed, we will try our best to persuade Li Zicheng to pursue and kill the Dog Emperor. He will be a fairy. If the turtle son can't be held up by the mud, then Ge Laozi said Get the person behind it to take action!"

Wei Zaode's eyes were cold: "No matter what the cost, Zhu Youjian must die a good death!"

……

The golden dragon slowly walked around the city.

The tragic battle came into Zhu Youjian's eyes.

Next to every Ming soldier who fell to the ground dead, there were the bodies of several intruder soldiers.

Occasionally, one or two scarred Ming soldiers would hold their bodies and shout long live after seeing the giant dragon.

They are all my good sons and daughters!

Zhu Youjian couldn't help but his eyes turned red.

"Brothers, I'm fine. I can leave safely. You all can run for your lives!"

Zhu Youjian took a deep breath and ordered to the remnants of the Ming army who retreated and recaptured the city again.

The giant dragon is no more than 30 to [-] meters above the ground. If the sound is slightly louder, it can be clearly transmitted to the ground.

The remnants of the army knelt down silently and left in silence.

They are all my good sons and daughters!

Zhu Youjian looked at the soldiers who were missing arms and legs. He spontaneously knelt down and saluted, then turned and left. He could no longer hold back his tears.

You are all heroes of China!

Turning around, he saw Wang Zhang also bursting into tears.

As the censor of the military, Wang Zhang's job is to find various flaws in the military.

For soldiers, the most annoying thing is the civil servants who monitor military discipline. They always give the military censor a look.

Wang Zhang also frowned at the rough soldiers.

The two sides were mortal enemies who hated each other.

However, during the past ten days when the city was besieged by the army and the capital was in crisis, Wang Zhang and the soldiers lived and ate together, and each was attracted to the other. In fact, there were hundreds of soldiers that Wang Zhang could name.

"You are all good men. When His Majesty comes back, I, Wang Zhang, will drink with you personally!"

Wang Zhang's eyes were red from crying, the wound on his forehead burst open, and blood flowed all over his face.

Groups of soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, wearing shabby mandarin duck war jackets with even the cotton wadding exposed, with no flesh on their bodies, but they used their blood and lives to protect the Ming Dynasty...

The officials ate their wages, the generals ate their free wages...

The government treated him like a pig or a dog, but the ones who finally stepped forward were these soldiers who couldn't get pay, couldn't get pensions, and couldn't even hope for a full meal!

They are all good men!

They are all good men of my Ming Dynasty, and they are all heroes worthy of singing!

Seeing this scene, Zhu Youjian was moved and couldn't help singing the Ming Dynasty's military song:

If all people are united, Mount Tai can be shaken!

But loyalty and righteousness are full of anger.

The Lord will kiss me like a parent; if I violate military orders, I will not be free.

The orders are clear, the rewards and punishments are clear, and when there is fire or water, who dares to stay behind?

Report to the emperor Xi, and rescue the head of Guizhou.

Kill all the Japanese slaves and find a prince!

They are all heroes!

They are all our heroes from China!

Zhu Youjian burst into tears.

I owe you what I owe you, and I will remember it!

I remember it all!

……

He heard this song in Bizhan in later generations. At that time, it was just out of the supreme reverence for his ancestors as a Han Chinese.

When I came to this era, I saw a group of eunuchs who never left me, and for some reason, this song came to mind.

Last night, I saw the eunuchs and maids saying they would die for him, and late at night, someone even quietly sang this Ming military song.

Zhu Youjian was deeply moved.

In the dark night, the singing that lingered in my ears was like a heavy hammer hitting the top of my heart.

The simple melody, tense lyrics, and simple and clear expression shocked him instantly.

This is the Ming Dynasty who would rather die than surrender!

Even the military songs are filled with passion and tragedy.

……

Wang Chengen felt that although he could not be called a man, he was still a man.

Three thousand good men followed him and died on the city wall...

They deserve this song...

At this moment, when he heard His Majesty singing and looked down at the groups of soldiers who were silently saluting, Wang Chengen seemed to see the three thousand eunuchs who followed him to death in the battle at the top of the city.

Facing the overwhelming intruders, they never surrendered...

Even if it means death, I will never kneel down...

They are all good men of Ming Dynasty!

Your Majesty sings for you. Although I, Wang Chengen, have lost two pieces of flesh, I can still be worthy of the title of a man.

We are all upright men!

Our family is also proud of you!

We eunuchs are equally worthy of singing military songs.

We, Wang Chengen, will sing and cheer for you!

Wang Chengen took the lead and roared angrily, and a group of eunuchs followed suit. Their loud and tense singing voice floated over the capital:

If all people are united, Mount Tai can be shaken!

But loyalty and righteousness are full of anger.

The Lord is about to kiss me... who dares to delay?

Report to the emperor Xi, and rescue the head of Guizhou.

Kill all the Japanese slaves and find a prince!

On the city wall, there were many scars, and the Ming army that was leaving silently stopped.

This is……

Is His Majesty singing for them?

……

Daming, my Daming!

……

In the alleyway, barricades were set up to defend the capital to the death. The remnants of the army, the village warriors, the common people, and the petty officials... had obeyed the emperor's words and were about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

Is this singing about us?

……

During the Ming Dynasty, due to the developed economy and prosperous culture, opera was very prosperous.

Even though the rich and powerful have their own troupes, singing is something ordinary people don't do.

Actors have always been low-level actors. Once they enter the industry, their children and grandchildren will never be able to succeed. Not to mention scholars, even the common people disdain them.

Most of the actors in the Ming Dynasty were young children purchased by wealthy families and trained by themselves.

For example, Ruan Dayue (yue) has cultivated a top-notch theater team.

However, it’s okay to let them listen to the music, but who would do such a shameless thing and sing on their own?

Ruan Dajue was just teaching the opera actors to sing the opera he had arranged. He personally demonstrated some difficult singing points, and then he was spit out...

……

The Ming army was stunned!

Not long after, tears covered the faces of these tough guys who never even frowned even if they lost their arms and legs.

Your Majesty is singing for them!

Your Majesty!

We are just a bunch of stinky soldiers, and we have never been taken seriously by anyone.

Not to mention the superior men, even an ordinary farmer scorned them.

however……

His Majesty actually - for their sake, he willingly pretended to be an actress and did something that only a low-level talent can do...

Your Majesty, who is of extremely high status, is actually willing to do this for a bunch of ants like them...

Your Majesty is telling the world personally - he has not forgotten us, a group of ants!

……

This life is enough!

Even if you die, you will be content!

The remnant army looked at the golden dragon above their heads, tears streaming down their cheeks...

Just for this reason, even if I died fighting for His Majesty, I would also die with a smile!

……

The dragon walked around the city, its loud singing repeated over and over again...

Gradually, some people who usually didn't bother to take a look at the stinky soldiers memorized the lyrics and melody and began to hum along.

A person speaks...

two……

group……

Two groups...

Simple melodies and simple vocabulary gradually sounded in the streets and alleys:

If all people are united, Mount Tai can be shaken!

……

Report to the emperor Xi, and rescue the head of Guizhou.

Kill all the Japanese slaves and find a prince!

……

Zhu Youjian's voice was hoarse.

Not only the loyal ministers he took away were heroes.

In the huge city of Beijing, every defender is a hero!

It's not what's within sight, or what's within sight, that's a hero.

Those who fight against aliens in this time and space are not heroes.

In endless time, endless time and space, everyone who fights for China——

Regardless of whether they are soldiers or generals, whether they are civil servants or officials, whether they are princes or the humblest common people...

As long as you work hard for China, no matter what your identity is, you are a hero!

Even if he is just a humble farmer, as long as he grows food, he is a hero!

……

The scene of millions of people singing in unison moved everyone. The loyal ministers memorized the melody and lyrics as quickly as possible and hummed along quietly.

Fan Jingwen's tears were wet and dry, dry and wet again. He shouted at the top of his lungs, showing his molars, and roared:

"Everyone is of one mind...

Report to the emperor Xi, and rescue the head of Guizhou.

Kill all the Japanese slaves and find a prince! "

The simple melody dispelled the fear of millions of troops rushing into the city. Millions of people inside and outside the capital united into one voice:

"... Report to the emperor and rescue the head of Guizhou.

Kill all the Japanese slaves and find a prince! "

This song cannot kill an enemy.

This song cannot stop the enemy's cannonball, arrow, or sword light...

However, the intruders who were watching eagerly outside the city retreated.

Faced with the common hatred and united will of the entire city's soldiers and civilians, the invading army that swept across the world retreated...

Liu Zongmin, the number two figure in the Dashun regime, sighed deeply and ordered the intruders to withdraw from the city...

It wasn't this song that made the fierce intruders retreat -

But the unyielding Chinese soul in the hearts of the Chinese people!

What is buried deep in the blood - the blood of the Han family is the nobles of Tianhuang!

Why would you surrender to a thief?

……

Whether it’s a white-haired octogenarian or a yellow-bearded child with chipped teeth, the same melody and different dialects shout out the same voice:

"All people are of one mind... looking for a prince!"

The giant dragon was circling and its roar continued. This unanimous voice reached the ears of Li Zicheng who was stationed in the Wu Family Courtyard in Fanjiazhuang outside the city.

He seemed to have fallen into an ice cave...

Is this the foundation of Ming Dynasty?

Could it be that just a military song that no one had even glanced at had such power?

Is this the public sentiment of Emperor Ming?

Can my Dashun really replace the Ming Dynasty?

Li Zicheng doubted himself...

……

The loud singing voice reached Li Laiheng's ears clearly.

The future hero frowned.

He remembered the bet the emperor made with him in the morning. At that moment, the emperor was so confident that he swore to tell him that Li Zicheng could not become emperor.

At that time, he was only shocked by the emperor's simplicity, but he despised the sentence itself.

He didn't even care about the emperor's simple tricks to provoke the generals, so he was willing to gamble with the emperor.

Rather than saying that he fell into the trap, it is better to say that this is his recognition of the emperor's simple style.

However, the clear singing voice in his ears at this moment made Li Laiheng's determined heart confused...

"... Report to the emperor and rescue the head of Guizhou.

Kill all the Japanese slaves and find a prince! "

Listening to this exciting climax, Li Laiheng frowned even more tightly.

Listen to the meaning of this song:

Only by rescuing the common people can we repay the emperor's favor.

Only by killing bandits can one truly be worthy of the title of Marquis given by the court...

Did I do something wrong?

……

Wei Zaode was also very upset. He raised his head and looked at Zhu Chunchen: "Does Duke Cheng Guo have a solution?"

"Gong Cheng has military power in his hands, but he is just a pariah. With his great talent, he can be determined in an instant. Why does Duke Cheng do that?"

When Wei Zaode said this, Zhu Chunchen wanted to strangle him to death!

This matter obviously had nothing to do with him, but Wei Zaode made him angry. Zhu Chunchen hated Wei Zaode to death.

However, Li Laiheng was right in front of him, and it was difficult for him to have an attack, so he immediately had to say in a strange way:

"Mr. Wei Ge has always been very clever. Why is he so confused today? Can those people be killed now?

The military talisman is here. If the elder wants to kill him, just give the order! "

He reached out and took off the brocade belt around his waist, took out the military talisman, stretched out his hand, and was about to hand it to Wei Zaode.

"What time is it!"

Li Laiheng shook his sleeves and snorted coldly:

"If you two want to fight, I have two short blades here. You two can go out and decide the winner before coming back."

When Li Laiheng got so angry, Wei Zaode and Zhu Chunchen didn't dare to say anything...

Wei Zaode lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, but Zhu Chunchen raised his eyebrows at him, quite provocatively.

Although Li Laiheng's handling seemed to be a failure, it actually hurt Wei Zaode's face.

Wei Dezao was the chief minister and had the highest status among the courtiers, while Zhu Chunchen was just a nobleman and a warrior by nature, several levels lower than Wei Zaode!

However, Li Laiheng played [-] big boards each, and his attitude said it all.

In fact, Wei Dezao really had no good intentions.

Seeing that the whole city is sharing the same hatred, what they have to do at this time is to try not to intensify the conflict.

Even though Chongzhen had boosted the morale of the whole city, he was unable to defend the capital.

Firstly, Chongzhen's troops are insufficient, secondly, most of the courtiers have rebelled, and thirdly, the plague is rampant in the capital, and the huge city of Beijing is a dead place!

Chongzhen must escape.

The morale he aroused passed within three to five days.

At that time, the city of Beijing will still belong to the King of Chuang.

However, if a killing spree was carried out at this time, it would arouse the resentment of the entire capital.

By that time, let alone King Chuang's 20 elite troops, even if there were 100 million, they would be torn to pieces by the angry people in the capital!

The reason why Wei Zaode encouraged Zhu Chunchen to kill the singing people was just to dig a hole for him.

After all, Zhu Chunchen is a descendant of Zhu Neng. He is a noble person from generation to generation and has a great heritage. He is afraid that this person will ride on his head in the Dashun Dynasty in the future...

The concise and distinct singing voice floated over the capital, making Li Laiheng, who was already entangled in the bet, even more upset.

……

The golden dragon circled the capital for a full hour before slowly drifting towards the south.

And the singing still floats over the capital, as if it carries infinite attachment to the emperor and cannot stop for a long time:

"Everyone is of one mind...

Report to the emperor Xi, and rescue the head of Guizhou.

Kill all the Japanese slaves and find a prince! "

In front of everyone, Zhu Youjian told the people who were loyal to the Ming Dynasty in a special way-not only am I not dead, I also have divine help!

The golden dragon encircling the city was Chongzhen's long-awaited idea, but a Ming military song that resonated throughout the city was something he never expected...