On March 16th, the emperor paid homage to heaven and earth in the northern suburbs. He personally led King Luohuai Shi Chongren, the left prime minister Kong Province, the minister of the Ministry of War Ding Dawei, some generals of the Sixteen Guards in the capital and other civil and military ministers personally fought against the Beimo. The prince Shi Chongwei in the capital was supervised by the state, Shi Chongjie, King Chu'an, and Ma Suizhen, the right prime minister, and accompanied the 16 guards in the capital and led 60,000 soldiers in the palace. He Xigui's wish was fulfilled and followed the left guard of the Eastern Palace to lead Xue Minlin to the expedition.

On March 17, the army went to the expedition to return to Zhenbeicheng and handed over the resettlement and rewards to Miao Tieshan and others. Wang Keming selected some carpenters, masons, lacquers and others from the master craftsmen who built the palace, and listed a cross-yard on the left side of the commander's mansion as a forbidden area, and worked with Jiang Anyi to develop sand tables every day. On March 20, the sand table was initially built. Wang Keming asked someone to summarize the maps drawn by the Military Information Department, and repeatedly pondered it. After five days, it finally made a map of the northern desert land-shaped sand table about a few meters away.

In the eyes of the valleys, ravines, rivers and lakes, Wang Keming looked at the distribution of the Mo people tribe and sighed: "No wonder Emperor Qi Ming sighed that 'the sand table is there, and mountains and rivers are as if they were in the eyes'. If I had obtained the sand table earlier, I would not have allowed more than 20,000 people from the Badai tribe to escape." Then he said excitedly: "It is not too late to repair the sheep. Now, I can see the grasslands in the north of Mobei, and it is much more convenient to march and set up camps."

After working hard for seven or eight days, the sand table map was finally restored. Jiang Anyi looked at the narrow mountains and rivers in front of him, and the heroic spirit of pointing out the country and laughed and said, "Jiang finally lived up to his entrusted work and created the sand table. I hope the general can use this weapon to directly attack the royal court of the desert people and show his power."

Wang Keming's eyes fell on the craftsmen on the side and said thoughtfully: "Emperor Ming of Qi put the sand table on the shelf, which was not worth taking. However, the sand table map was too critical and could not be spread to the people, especially for the enemy country to obtain it. These craftsmen should do it well."

The craftsmen were frightened and knelt down on the ground. The leader of the Hu master mercied: "Duke, the young people will never dare to reveal the method of making sand tables. I hope the Duke will spare my life."

Wang Keming smiled and said, "Where do you want to go? You have made contributions to making sand tables. I will report to the emperor to ask for me. However, in order to ensure that the method of making sand tables does not leak, the court will control you and cannot walk around at will."

The craftsmen were relieved, and the craftsmen who built the imperial tombs in Dazheng also dealt with this. Although they lost their freedom, they were always a hundred times better than losing their lives.

On March 27, the imperial guards came to Linliang Prefecture, Leizhou Governor Deng Haonan led all the officials in the office to welcome the guards. After a day of rest in Linliang Prefecture, Shi Fangzhen brought 150,000 new soldiers trained by the Anbei Protectorate Office out of Baisheng Pass, officially sounding the horn of the Northern Expedition.

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On the first day of April, the royal court of the desert people.

The flags were floating and the ribbons were flying. The royal court had tents of all sizes within two hundred miles. Countless tribes came to gather after receiving the conscript orders from the Dharma King. The royal city, which could have been freely in and out, became very vigilant. The Golden Wolf Rider patrolled the city gate in bright armor, only allowed the leaders of the tribe and the people of the thousand cavalry to enter.

The royal city was cleaned up, and a high platform was built in the open space before the king's tent. In the middle of the platform was a large copper tripod half a meter high, and the tripod was filled with butter. The Dharma King wanted to sacrifice to the sky, to distinguish good and bad luck, and to pray for the soldiers who went to fight. The sky gradually darkened, and the empty space around the platform was already full of people, and the crowd was talking softly, and Zheng Jun was one million.

The army is approaching, and life and death are at stake for the desert people, and everyone's faces are not relaxed.

As night fell, the copper cauldron on the high platform ignited a raging fire. A group of colorful uniforms and crowns were painted. The psychics wearing masks danced, ringing and beating drums, surrounded by the Dharma King, the saint, and the masters walked towards the high platform. Everyone put their palms together and looked at the group of dancers with awe. The dancers sang and danced around the platform. The bronze bells in their hands made a pleasant "ring" sound, and the sound of "dongdong" drums that sounded from time to time echoed in the royal court. The chanting sounds like chanting and singing lingered in the hearts of everyone with inexplicable magic, making people feel ethereal and relaxed.

Badorje slowly climbed the platform with the company of Saint Tizhu and four masters. When he arrived at Taizhu and others, he retreated aside. The Dharma King stood by the cauldron. The blazing flames opened behind him, and the red robe reflected seemed to be emitting light.

"The people of the immortal heaven, the gods wish you blessings." Badorje said calmly, his voice condensed in the air and rang clearly in everyone's ears.

The cheers of "Dharma King, Dafa King" kept ringing, and the psychics became more and more crazy. The flames in the copper tripod were torn by the wind and ran away. The cheers drifted for a while, and Badorje raised his hands and pressed them down, and immediately became quiet.

A vigorous voice sounded again in the altar: "Since ancient times, the grassland has been a place of singing and dancing that Changsheng Heaven gave us, and the people of Zheng came to the grassland like evil wolf to hunt cattle and sheep, and invaded our homeland. Let us pray to Changsheng Heaven and ask Changsheng Heaven to give guidance."

Badorje turned around and knelt down towards the fire tripod. Tizhu and the fourth master of the platform bowed behind him. The leaders and generals of the tribes under the platform bowed down one after another. The psychics around the platform began to roar and sang the ancient divine words with the voice of the Dharma King.

"...Changshengtian guides the warriors to fight all directions and drives away the rampant evil wolf. The warriors from the scimitars and sharp arrows are blessed by Changshengtian. Please guide us in the direction of our way and ask the God of War to lead us to defeat the jackals in Zheng State..." The chanting sound of a warrior led a dark black cow. Shileha stood up and took the scimitar handed over by his servant.

The scimitar flashed with cold light in the fire. Leha took a deep breath, his muscles bulged, and the knife fell like a horse. The cow's head fell with the knife, and blood gushed out, falling on the platform and in the fire of the cauldron. The sound of everyone's prayers became louder and louder, and the dances of those psychics became more and more crazy, and the ringtones and drums sounded in one piece.

Badorje opened his hands to the sky and prayed loudly: "Eternal life, bless your people, bless the whole grassland to bathe in your light."

After cutting off the cow's head, Leha did not put down his knife, but quickly picked the cow's skin and took out the black cow's scapula. The shoulder blades like a fan were scraped and cleaned in clean water, revealing their white bones. Leha held them in both hands and came to the Dharma King. Badorje stood up, picked up the cow's scapula, and the prayer gradually stopped. Everyone turned their eyes to the Dharma King. The time for bones to be good and bad was up.

Ba Duojie held his shoulder blades in his hand, faced downwards, and his mouth was close to the end of the bone, and prayed in a low voice: "Changshengtian, is this battle good or bad, please make sure that Changshengtian will make it clear."

After praying, Ba Duojie placed the wide surface of the shoulder blades in the blazing cauldron fire, and the blazing cauldron fire burned the bones. Ba Duojie's right hand was also roasted in the fire, and the fire burned the shoulder blades in the black, but the King of Dharma's hand

No damage at all.

The cow's scapula made a "sizzling" sound in the fire, and listened carefully to a slight explosion. Ba Duojie shrank his head and spit out a mouthful of saliva. When the hot bone body encountered saliva, thin lines immediately cracked. Ba Duojie cleverly inputted the true energy into the scapula, controlling the direction of the crack of the fine lines.

The good and bad bones are distinguished by the cracks in the shoulder blades. The horizontal cracks are bad and the vertical cracks are good. If there is a loophole, it is bad. The inaudible explosion sounds densely. Under the control of Ba Dorje, all the vertical cracks are good.

Ba Duojie placed the scapula in his hand in the tray of Benhu. Benhu held the tray and walked down the platform, showing the signs of immortality to the people of the grassland. Cheers came one after another, and the square in front of the royal court became a sea of ​​joy. Everyone knelt down and reached out to the sky, then kissed the earth, thanking Changshengtian for his blessing.

"The people of Changshengtian, Changshengtian guided the warriors to cross the war horses, pick up swords and arrows, and drive the evil wolf out of the grassland. Don't care about cattle and sheep. The Zheng people's land has countless treasures. Those are the rewards given by Changshengtian. With the blessings of Changshengtian, the Zheng people's land becomes our grassland and let the glory of Changshengtian shine wider!"

The cheers gradually turned into a uniform "roar, roar, roar", the sound was short and powerful, resounding throughout the sky. The eight hundred thousand desert cavalry faced the oppression of the Zheng army and made the strongest roar.

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The Grand Marshal summoned the fourth-rank general to discuss the matter, but the flag captain Wang UFIDA led everyone to a side courtyard behind the commander's mansion. Miao Tieshan knew that Wang UFIDA had been demoted to the Zhiguo Captain, and smiled and joked: "From ancient times to the present, the seventh-rank flag captain is unique. Brother Wang, I wonder if those sour scholars who write books in the future will write you, and you can be regarded as having a name left in history. Hahaha."

Everyone laughed, and Zhu Jinfeng asked, "Brother Wang, why didn't the Grand Marshal get promoted? What should we do if we come here to cross the courtyard?"

Wang Yongyou is the flag captain, Wang Keming's confidant. If he doesn't look at monks and Buddha's faces, everyone will certainly not treat Wang Yongyou as an ordinary person. He talks and laughs when he sees him on weekdays. This time, Wang Yongyou was blamed for theft of the token and his official position was demoted to level 8. However, Duke Shen's trust in him has not changed, and he still lets him be the flag captain. He will naturally find an opportunity to restore his official position in the future.

However, Wang UFIDA suffered a disaster. Not only did he get 40 military sticks, but he was demoted to the official position. He always felt uncomfortable and looked stern, saying with a stern face, "God of generals, I am a low-ranking general, and if I say too much, the commander-in-law will be punished by 40 military sticks."

Qi Xinwen laughed and scolded: "Old Wang, isn't it just that the commander beats you and we didn't plead for mercy? As for showing off this bad face, you will be the crime of beheading. The commander beats you forty sticks and doesn't know how biased you are. If I was replaced by Lao Qi, I will blow your head twice in a row."

Everyone came to the side courtyard with a smile. The guards were tightly guarded in front of the side courtyard. Zhao Wei, a man from the side courtyard, personally guarded the door. Everyone's faces tightened. It seemed that there was something amazing and secret, otherwise how could Zhao Wei be guarding the door?
Chapter completed!