Chapter 127 Losing oneself in cheers

Just like at a concert, fans and fans are infected by the music and singing, and can't help but sing along and dance.

The soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Yiling and the Battle of Wushan were even more enthusiastic. In their eyes, it seemed that the figure who first entered the city with a dazzling hand appeared again, and the majestic figure standing on the high platform...<

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The cheers of the soldiers and civilians were completely lifted, and their emotions were fully aroused. They shouted, jumped for joy, and waved their arms to welcome the heroes who brought them exciting victories one by one.

That is their hope, the radiant and noble Tianhuang noble; it is also their spiritual sustenance, the belief and banner of restoring the Ming Dynasty.

Huang Li was stunned. The sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, the enthusiastic and exciting atmosphere, and the eyes full of eagerness, admiration, and awe made him feel at a loss for a moment.

"Your Highness, this is what people want!" Hong Yuanqi reminded him in a low voice.

Yuan Dongbao's lips trembled a little, and he was excited to stand beside the Third Prince. Seeing that the Third Prince was stunned on the spot, he tried to calm down his emotions, and also reminded: "Your Highness, the army and the people are so supportive, we cannot let them down!"

Huang Li rolled his eyes, regained some consciousness, and looked at the cheering soldiers and civilians on the dock with mixed emotions.

"It seems like I am standing in the spotlight, with everyone watching, and I am the only protagonist. They are not here to watch my performance, but to express their support, loyalty and gratitude to me."

"There is a feeling of looking down on all living beings, like gods! The soldiers and civilians are so fanatical, they really need a bright light, a hero, and a flag that can stand or fall as our psychological support."

Jiang Shangying's eyes filled with tears, and he murmured: "Today I see the majesty of the palace, I will regret it in this life!"

It's just that the momentum is getting smaller and smaller, but it may cause Caokang to have less planned follow-up operations, and there will be no smaller variables.

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"Your Majesty, a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!" No one knelt up and made a pious and respectful voice.

The rocket launchers need to be revamped, and the production of bronze artillery must be completed. If we are still so busy and relaxed, the overwhelming enemy will give the Ming army too little time to develop and grow.

Huang Li has arranged all those tasks, but still has to devote a small amount of energy to the development of weapons and equipment.

"You can just passively wait for the Qing court to make deployments and adjustments, and then respond based on the enemy's actions. The initiative must be in your own hands and lead the Qing court by the nose. This is a low hand."

What everyone hopes is that the Eighth Prince will step forward to stabilize the morale of the military and public opinion, and take up the banner of resisting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, and legitimately order the families to divide and fight against the enemy.

Huang Li's waving hand stopped in mid-air, and he was at a loss. But there was an inexplicable emotion in my heart. It was Mr. Zheng, but he was not very excited or happy.

Cao Kang turned to look at the guards next to him, only to find that we were all kneeling on one knee, bowing our heads and obeying orders.

"Yes, I will comply with your Majesty's order." Cao Kanglan was the first to answer. I am the least educated person, so I am careful and compliant with my words.

Caokang hurriedly raised his arm and waved it towards the soldiers and civilians under the pier.

At the foot of the city, Hong Yuao raised his hand to wipe his eyes, his lips moved or trembled, he was mumbling something.

"Your Majesty is waving to you!"

Huang Li squinted his eyes, and there were no small thoughts in his mind. They were not vague, but they just lacked some details.

"Your Majesty is waving."

It's also a matter of balance. The name Little Governor's Mansion is very majestic and sounds loud. Of course, it's still more direct and ineffective than me taking over the small power.

The sounds of surprise and excitement are getting louder and louder, spreading farther and farther, and people are looking around, as if the prince is waving his hand, not towards each of us.

"Let them all get up!" Huang Li said in a deep voice: "Let the soldiers and civilians on the shore also use less courtesy."

Well, President Huang Lizheng accepted other people's opinions and changed the name to the Little Governor's Mansion. The Military Commission is indeed not too backward.

"After all, I am still a hypocritical person! I say I want it, but in my heart I am happy to go along with it." After Huang Li finished eating, he even complained about himself.

All the guards repeated in unison, and the sound was like a loud bell, spreading far and wide.

Liu Tichun was in a good mood. It was once my wish to ask Huang Li to deny the identity of the Eighth Prince. But as soon as it came true, all kinds of emotions flooded my heart, saying that it was clear and clear.

You have already said that you are, but they insist on saying that you are, and they still use that method to defend themselves. Huang Li inevitably has no complaints, but he is not angry.

There is nothing wrong with that idea, and even Huang Li has to deny it. That would be like setting up a military committee.

Before Hong Yuanqi and all the guards got up, I shouted to the shore in a low voice: "Your Majesty's decree, the soldiers and civilians are at home, and if you have to pay homage, you can look up and watch."

"If you do that, I'm afraid the time left for you will be less than planned." Huang Liwei frowned, looked at the map, tried to sort out the clues, and started thinking again.

Just when he ran out of ideas, Yuan Dongbao came back and reported: "Your Majesty, you guys haven't arrived yet. You are waiting to see you inside."

The Qing government may have regarded eastern Sichuan as the focus of its retreat, and Maolu Mountain may have played an undue containment role.

Fewer and fewer people are kneeling down and prostrating. This is a concept of dignity and inferiority engraved in their bones, and they are ashamed to do so. They are even excited because they do not have the opportunity to salute the prince's palace.

From the time Mr. Huang came to the palace, the entire etiquette had changed. Now, instead of inviting Huang Li to discuss matters, he came to the governor's Yamen where Huang Li lived to report in. It didn't feel like a big court meeting anymore.

Regarding the clan, the prince, and the soldiers and civilians have all seen him, but they all think that he is a humble, majestic and noble being, as if the gods and Buddhas must be extremely respectful and look up to.

"Isn't that the feeling of being king in the sky? It's not like a god, being worshiped by thousands of people. Although there are only a few thousand people, it's really wonderful, very exciting, and very enjoyable."

"At this point, it is helpful to blame these officials who made the decision without authorization. Hong Yuanqi and Yuan Dongbao were wrong. No matter what, you can still disappoint the soldiers and civilians and live up to our expectations.

Hope and support.”

Some policy measures have been determined, and a new defense and warning system has been established to enable the eastern Sichuan base area to respond quickly and resist possible retreat attacks by the Qing army.

"You gentlemen, please go to the meeting hall!" Huang Li put away his thoughts and ordered: "You pack up and go over as soon as possible."

On the seventh day, Huang Li got up and washed up, feeling helpless and secretly happy.

Finally, I lost myself in the sound of wow!

There is more majesty and oppression, but less of a sense of intimacy.
Chapter completed!