"To pacify Liao and destroy the slaves, it all depends on the army, it all depends on you."
More and more people were making noises, not just in one group, but along the streets, among the onlookers. A few points sparked a large movement, and the noise spread out at an extremely fast speed.
"They are all good men."
"Once we destroy the Jiannu, we can go home."
“Mighty, mighty!”
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There is no need to present overly enthusiastic scenes of close ties between the military and the people. It is enough to let the people know that the strength of the army is the guarantee of their stable lives; to know that the soldiers fighting on the front lines are all heroes.
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty did not expect the common people to treat them like family. As long as their efforts were valuable and recognized by the common people and praised as "good men", they would be satisfied.
Their footsteps became more resounding, their heads held higher, and with red tassels, iron helmets, shiny armor, and steel spears, the iron army, with its imposing manner, advanced towards the towering imperial city.
The emperor stood on the tower of the Meridian Gate, with civil and military officials beside him and a Han general behind him, his eyes calmly gazing at the flags that were getting closer and closer.
The flash of the armor seemed to dazzle his eyes, causing him to narrow them slightly, but his expression became even more majestic and resolute.
I believe this is just one of the Ming's ironclad armies. In western Liaoning, southern Liaoning, eastern Liaoning, and the border towns of the north, hundreds of thousands of Ming troops are becoming like this. Wherever I point, they roll forward, unstoppable.
What I can give you is food, wages, weapons, ammunition, the respect and admiration that a soldier should enjoy, and lasting glory.
I will not let you shed blood and tears. I will have your names engraved on stone tablets, remembered by future generations, worshipped by incense for generations to come, and admired by your descendants...
When the torrent of steel gathered in front of the Meridian Gate and rows and rows of steel turned into a solid wall in the emperor's sight, Zhu Youxiao let out a long breath and took two steps forward.
A bright yellow figure appeared on the Meridian Gate Tower. The iron troops bowed their heads and roared like thunder and waves, "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty, long live it, long, long live it!"
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