Each of the more than fifty soldiers selected by Chongzhen had killed or captured at least five slaves, and there must be at least two real slaves among them.

The eunuchs have already prepared horses and red silk.

Yang Ponu and other more than 50 soldiers were quickly covered in red silk and helped onto horses. Then Huang Degong and other generals led the horses, while Gong Yonggu and other nobles played gongs in front to clear the way, and walked around the gun platform to receive cheers and congratulations.

Seeing Yang Ponu riding a horse passing in front of the queue, Wang Laoshi and others were so excited that their throats broke.

The sentry officer who had just had a conflict with Yang Ponu also suddenly changed his attitude and cheered enthusiastically, because he had realized that Yang Ponu would definitely become famous.

After going around for a while, Yang Ponu and the others returned to the reviewing stand.

Chongzhen said with a smile: "The army is so simple that we can only make do with it for a while. When you make greater achievements in the future, I will definitely take you back to Nanjing and arrange for you to parade in the streets to praise your achievements and accept the people all over Nanjing kneeling down to pay their respects!"

Yang Ponu and the others had already been so excited that they were speechless. Today, everything has gone beyond imagination.

Back when he was angry and joined the army because of Widow Wang's anger, how could he have imagined that everything like this would happen? Looking back now, it's like a dream.

…

At the same time, in the Nanjing Imperial College.

Just as Zheng Sen was about to go out, he was suddenly stopped by Lu Xiangtong, who was sleeping with him.

"Brother Tongren." Zheng Sen turned around and asked, "But what's the matter?"

Tong Lu Xiang said: "That's right. Didn't the Holy One win a great victory in Xuzhou? In one battle, more than 9,000 Jiannu were beheaded. It can be said to be the greatest victory since the beginning of the East."

Zheng Sen nodded and said, "So?"

Comrade Lu Xiang said: "So a group of classmates made an appointment to hold a poetry meeting in Meixiang Building to praise the civilized and martial arts of today. Maochao people, Hou Chaozong and Chen Dingsheng will all participate. Chen Dingsheng also specifically told me that he would definitely

I want to invite you to Meixiang Tower, so I’ll give my little brother some face no matter what this time."

Zheng Sen's eyebrows immediately tightened.

If he really wanted to be honest, he really didn't want to associate with members of aristocratic families like Hou Chaozong.

They are just a group of dandy boys who are relying on the shadow of their ancestors to dominate the country. They talk about saving the country very well, but real swords and guns are useless. They are really lacking in strategy.

Lu Xiangtong bowed again: "Brother Damu, please."

"Okay." Zheng Sen finally felt that the hospitality was hard to refuse.

"But brother, this is the only time I'll do it."
Chapter completed!