Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

"what?"

Sun Weifan thought he had heard it wrong. His eyes widened and he took a few steps forward to take the imperial edict from Zhang Shikang's hand and check it.

The two deputy generals Wen Bangguo and Niu Gang were also shocked by the news.

"Now the Jiannu are attacking Jizhou fiercely. Your Majesty has ordered us to enter the capital to defend it." Zhang Shikang said.

"That's great!" Sun Weifan finally believed it completely until he saw the stamp on the imperial edict. He couldn't help but show joy on his face.

"Hmm?" Zhang Shikang frowned and looked at Sun Weifan.

He roughly knew that Sun Weifan was eager for war, but it was not a good thing for Jiannu to invade the border. No matter what you think, you can't say it out loud, right?

Wen Bangguo and the other man also saluted towards Sun Weifan. Sun Weifan immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, but since they were still his own people after all, he just laughed it off.

"Beat the drum and gather." Zhang Shikang said to Niu Gang.

"I'll go there myself." Sun Weifan said as he ran towards the war drum with great vigor.

It takes a thousand days to raise an army and only a moment to deploy it. Not only Sun Weifan was excited, but Niu Gang and Wen Bangguo were also very excited.

A moment later, the sound of war drums rang out on the parade ground, and many soldiers frowned when they heard the sound.

There are two big drums made of different animal skins on the parade ground. According to the different sounds, one is used for training and assembly, which is called the training drum, and the other is used for battle and assembly, which is called the war drum.

For such a long time, we have been practicing drums, but today the sound of the drums is rumbling, which is very different from usual.

Moreover, they all saw that it was Sun Weifan who was beating the drum himself. A strange atmosphere began to spread among the soldiers, but they did not stop.

Military orders are as heavy as a mountain. After half a year of rigorous training, the efficiency of gathering more than 20,000 people was much faster than at the beginning.

A quarter of an hour later, 24,000 soldiers had gathered. They were dressed neatly and had solemn expressions, with their swords shining coldly in the morning sun.

The 3,000 cavalrymen of the Ma Army Camp are undoubtedly the most handsome ones in the whole venue. Now they are no longer in their former shabby appearance. Not only have they changed their swords and uniforms into new ones, but even the horses they ride are the best Mongolian war horses.

The war horses snorted from time to time, adding a bit of solemnity to the quiet parade ground.

Guerrilla General Sun Dasheng stood at the head of the line on his warhorse. Although he still looked young, six months of rigorous training had transformed him. His skin was tanned, but his expression had become resolute.

At this time, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Shikang, or rather, on the imperial edict in Zhang Shikang's hand.

It was the sound of war drums being beaten and his elder brother was holding an imperial edict in his hand, which made Sun Dasheng inevitably feel a little excited. He seemed to understand something.

The Firearm Battalion has more than 4,000 musketeers, all of whom carry Rumi guns on their backs and wear swords on their waists. After more than half a year of frequent training, their collective bullet-changing efficiency has now stabilized at thirty-five, or thirty-five seconds.

It is more than twenty seconds faster than the records of other firearms units in the Ming Dynasty. Don't underestimate these twenty seconds. Personal breakthroughs may be easy, but improving overall efficiency is extremely difficult and slow.

To this end, Zhang Shikang spent a full six months and practiced every day before he barely achieved this result.

Next to the Firearms Battalion, there was a small square formation of 300 men. They were Zhang Shikang’s 300-man personal guard. Xu Wenyuan was temporarily serving as the captain of the personal guard as the commander-in-chief.

Influenced by his father's family tradition, Xu Wenyuan liked to raise beautiful boys. In addition, he himself was handsome, so he was often ridiculed by Zhang Shikang in the military camp at the beginning.

After being exposed to the sun for a whole summer in the Xishan camp, the word "handsome" has completely abandoned Xu Wenyuan. He is now as dark as Sun Dasheng. Coupled with the heavy strength training every day, he has now grown into a strong muscular man.

If there is one person in the Second Sons Group who has not changed much, it must be Wang Jingduo, the fourth son of the Xincheng Hou family.

This guy was born dark-skinned, and he had been eating, drinking and having fun all day before entering the military camp but had not gained weight. After staying in the military camp for half a year, he became even thinner, but also more capable and better at running.

In late July this year, in order to enrich the boring lives of the soldiers, Zhang Shikang held an event in the military camp which he called a sports meeting.

Wang Jingduo not only won the individual championship in the long-distance race, but also led his subordinates to win the team championship with 100 people in each patrol.

Today, Wang Jingduo can not only run, but also fight. Although he is not the strongest nor the most muscular, those who are strong and muscular are very reluctant to confront Wang Jingduo.

Because Wang Jingduo doesn't play by the rules at all, his moves like poking the eyes with fingers and kicking the crotch are all small moves that specifically target the lower three routes, and his movements are extremely fast, with a main focus on being steady, accurate and ruthless.

But in fact, Wang Jingduo was very popular in the military camp, and he never bullied others in daily interactions. He only revealed his other side during competitions.

At this time, he didn't know what had happened in the Ming Dynasty. He only knew that something might have happened, and he was staring at Zhang Shikang and Sun Weifan on the stage with his eyes wide open.

Zhang Shikang stood on the reviewing stand, looking at the more than 20,000 soldiers below the stage, and recalled the miserable appearance of this group of people half a year ago. At that time, they were dressed in rags, malnourished, numb, confused, and bullied by others.

Now these people have been transformed. If it were in the future, Zhang Shikang would never have thought that he could change so many people in half a year. Even now he occasionally feels dazed.

Zhang Shikang held up the imperial edict in his hand so that everyone present could see it.

Everyone's eyes fell on the bright yellow imperial edict.

"Urgent military information, the Jiannu are invading our border, and a war is about to break out." Zhang Shikang looked at the soldiers below the stage and spoke in a serious but concise manner.

After all, this was his first pre-war speech, and Zhang Shikang was still studying the wording. He even thought of those famous speeches in later generations, including Churchill's speech in Darkest Hour. He remembered a lot and wanted to inspire the soldiers' fighting spirit through his speech.

But when he saw the soldiers below the stage, he suddenly felt that it was totally unnecessary.

During the past six months, Zhang Shikang ate, lived and trained with them. Under his influence, the trust between generals and soldiers was no longer the same as before.

The soldiers' burning eyes told him that they were ready.

If they had heard the news half a year ago, they might have cheered, but now with the military order, no one spoke, but just looked at their admiral with excitement.

"Half a year ago, I promised you that you would have enough food to eat, new uniforms, new swords, new horses, and new muskets.

I did it. "

Zhang Shikang's eyes were cold and stern, and he suddenly raised his voice and said:

"I also promise you that as long as I am here, your military achievements will never be embezzled by others.

But now, the Jiannu have broken through the Great Wall, and it is time for you to report back to this admiral.

Tell me, do you dare to fight against the Jian Nu?"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

More than 20,000 people shouted in unison, the noise was deafening. Zhang Shikang waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"It's not enough to just talk about it. As the old saying goes, if it's a mule or a horse, take it out for a walk!

Target the capital, set off!"

Having said that, Zhang Shikang got down from the reviewing stand without hesitation, and Sun Weifan, with excitement on his face, immediately ran to the stable.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Shikang put on the bright silver armor and led more than 20,000 soldiers from the Beijing camp to the gate of the military camp.

When he arrived at the gate of the military camp, Zhang Shikang saw Mao Yuanyi and felt a headache.

At this time, Mao Yuanyi, the chief engineer of the Beijing Camp, was standing at the gate of the camp. He got a set of armor from somewhere and was looking at Zhang Shikang with a frown, as if he had been treated unfairly.

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