Zhu Youxiao thought of the top students of Tsinghua University and Peking University, and the unknown graduates of three universities. They all said that origin cannot determine destiny. As long as you have dreams and are willing to fight...fake, poisonous chicken soup!

But for the children of Shaoyingyuan, Zhu Youxiao still needs to pour toxic chicken soup into them. Of course, he will do his best to be a driving force to change their destiny.

"Long live the students' greetings!" Students kept kowtowing to the emperor, and their titles followed the emperor's instructions and changed from being a cattleman to a student.

That's right, this is also the change that Zhu Youzhai made in the school. It adds a little confidence to the originally miserable children and does not regard themselves as the grass that can be trampled on by others.

"No gift."

"No gift."

Zhu Youxiao was not annoyed and did not cancel the kneeling ceremony. Whether it was the ministers or the people, they did not regard kowtowing to the emperor as humiliation. Why did he make trouble for himself?

Moreover, at present, strengthening the emperor's authority is an important condition for ensuring the advancement of reform. As for what equality should be achieved in the future, it is not too late to pursue ideological liberation.

With a warm smile on his face, Zhu Youxiao either encouraged him, asked briefly, or greeted him with admiration.

Whether in ancient times or modern times, the dignity of status and the lofty status are always admired.

This is even more true in feudal society. The so-called thunder, rain and dew are all kindness. The emperor is the supreme existence and can make you tremble all over when you see it.

It's really not an exaggeration. Thinking about the scenes when the heads of state and the common people in later generations, one can think about what the ancient times would be like.

"I wish you a lucky New Year's Day and good health." Xiaoye bowed slowly, without trembling at all.

"No gift!" Zhu Youxiao smiled and raised his hand. He had a very good impression of the three bars he appointed, and he was also very good-looking, and he was quite optimistic about Xiaoye's future.

Xiaoye was not very enthusiastic about the candy in the palace ladies, but there was a group of girls behind him, who were smiling happily, chattering and thanking each other.

"Is this an event?" Zhu Youxiao asked curiously as he looked at the children's outfits.

Xiaoye smiled and replied, "Long live back, we are rehearsing dramas, mainly idiom stories, which are thought-provoking."

Zhu Youxiao smiled and said, "It's great to have some campus activities, such as poetry, singing and dancing, talent, sports and other competitions. You can go out in spring and have sports meetings in early summer and autumn. Well, I have some suggestions and ideas on this!"

Xiaoye blinked his big eyes, but he didn't expect that Long Sui would say so much, much better than her.

Before she could speak, Zhu Youxiao remembered something again and said with a smile: "Idiom stories alone are not enough. I have a fable book here. After it is printed, it will be sent to the library. You can choose from it."

"Aesop's Fables", it has been translated anyway, and it is also quite good to use as a children's book.

In fact, the philosophy contained in the fables in the book can also be inspired by adults. For example, a proposition repeatedly stated in the book, "Be content and happiness, and be worried about greed and too much" is very practical.

"Long live is a good book, and the stories in it must be very meaningful." Xiaoye praised.

Zhu Youxiao smiled, it would be happier to hear May's words.

At this time, several teachers from Shaoying Academy also came to pay their respects. Zhu Youxiao gave a few simple words of comfort and went to the office. He really had another idea and wanted to implement it in Shaoying Academy.

There are still a fewer three bars and two bars, and the motivational effect is not obvious enough.

What about the red scarf? It represents a corner of the red flag, stained with the blood of the revolutionary martyrs. Every team member should wear it and love it to add new honor to it.

Huh? I remember it so clearly! It seems that it’s enough to change the red flag to the national flag and the revolutionary martyrs into the Ming Dynasty!

As for the national flag, we are the emperor, and we are the ones that design is.

Zhu Youxiao had several cases in his mind. In ancient times, there were no professional artists, so no one was qualified to judge the works of Jiuwu Supreme.

To put it bluntly, the Ming Dynasty belongs to your home, the earth, rivers, billions of people, and even the air belongs to your home.

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The red scarf is still a plan, and the battle under Ningyuan City is in full swing. Blood is flowing, dyeing the red flag even redder.

Boom, boom, boom... A series of explosions sounded in the attacking team of the Later Jin army.

As the smoke filled the sky and the fire broke out, screams and screams came one after another. I don’t know how many Jiannu had killed and injured the bomb.

It is said that black gunpowder has little power, which is relatively speaking. The use of gunpowder is an epoch-making event in the history of weapons and wars. The era of black gunpowder weapons has also lasted for hundreds of years.

The solid city turned into rubble with the roar of cannons, and the heavy city walls were "like a piece of paper" under the explosion of gunpowder. The number of people who died under the black gunpowder weapon was also quite amazing.

Moreover, the thermal weapons equipped by the Ming army used granulated gunpowder, which greatly increased its power and lethality. Even Jiannu, wearing heavy armor, was not tin canned, and would still be injured and killed in the flying shrapnel.

After three days of attack, several trenches blocking the attack road were finally filled. Most of the carriages of the Later Jin army were destroyed, and the coats of the trenches also suffered huge casualties.

But this was just the beginning of the real attack. When Nurhaci was dispatched for the elite heavy armored soldiers, the Ming army's defense was full of fire, which made Jiannu suffer from blood and fire.

On the city is the red cannon bombarding the attacking queue, and a shell is flying all the way; nearby is the sky-burning thunder thrown by the grenadier truck, which is flying in the smoke rising from the explosion, with the whistling of death.

Boom, boom, boom... The roar of muskets is densely filled with fire, and amid the rising white smoke, lead bullets are shot at the enemy shrouded by gunpowder.

Niu Luezhen Wakda roared, or howled in grief. The brave soldiers under his command fell one by one, screaming and wailing so harshly, and the tragic scene of flesh and blood flying was so shocking.

This is not the battle that Wakda remembers. Even Guangning was defeated by the tall and wide city walls. But now, I don’t even touch the edge of the city walls!

Bang! After a muffled sound, in Vakda's eyes, Benniu's most brave warrior elephant was hit by a heavy hammer and fell down. The armor on the chest and abdomen could be seen with a shocking depression, and blood and internal organs were spewed out of his mouth.

Heavy armored soldiers were constantly hit by eagle guns, without exception, and several layers of armor could not protect them. The number of heavy grenade guns was obviously much beyond Jiannu's expectations.

On the chest wall fortifications that were facing frontal attacks, the shining flames had been connected into one piece, and the thick white smoke rose and quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

Wakda saw another soldier in Tongniulu being hit. He died quickly. His head was not broken, but was knocked away, turning into countless broken bones and rotten meat.

Screams and wails spread around him one after another, and Wakda was going crazy. But the attacking team was stopped in two rows of pointed wooden stakes, with corpses and pillows in front of the wooden stakes, and the wounded were everywhere.

Blood flowed, and a trace of white vapor emerged on the dry and cold earth, and then became cold, sticky, and covered by the re-flowing blood.

The undead wounded Hou Jin screamed and struggled and crawled randomly. They were seriously injured by gunfire and were in a cold and cold environment. Their pain was unimaginable.

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrows were flying through the sky like locusts covering the sky. The archers responsible for covering had tried their best, but the effect was frustrating, and the firepower intensity on the Ming army's positions had not been reduced.

If armor cannot effectively protect the damage of firearms, it will be much better for bows and arrows. Moreover, chest wall trenches and fortifications can better resist the shooting of bows and arrows.

Boom, Boom, Boom... The Ming army fought back with teeth, and also shot back with shooting. The sky thunder smashed over the sky, and there was another continuous explosion that could not be distinguished.

Wakda's roar turned into a scream, and a thunder exploded under his feet, his legs were covered in blood and could no longer support his strong body.

Two armored soldiers set him up, and Wakda only remembered the name of one armored soldiers, but it was not important. He decided to reward them well after being rescued.

But after a few steps, another group of black thunders hit the sky.

Amid the explosions one after another, Wakda no longer needed to reward others. A shrapnel shot in his face, ending his thinking and his life.

Boom, boom, boom... The roar of more than a dozen tiger squatting cannons shot out countless projectiles, sweeping across the wide front, and ending Jiannu's attack with countless screams and wails.

Nurhaci looked at the retreating armored soldiers with a blank expression on his face, neither infuriating nor yelling at him.

At this time, he finally understood that Amin's defeat in Lushunbao was not incompetence.

In front of the barriers of deep ditches and under the attack of numerous and sharp firearms, all of which are skilled in riding and shooting, fierce fighting, and cavalry field battles are useless.

The Ming army's combat power was obviously much stronger than when attacking Guangning. It was not just an upgrade in weapons and equipment, but a fight was calm and well-organized.

In Nurhaci's impression, the Ming army's firearm equipment rate was indeed very high. However, after he rose up and rebelled against Ming Dynasty, he won many battles, and only Guangning was a setback in the attack.

The quality of firearms is one aspect, and the Ming soldiers who use firearms have many problems.

The main reason is that the fear is deeply rooted. The Ming army's musketeers often fire before the Later Jin army has entered the effective range.

This was exploited by the Later Jin army, first luring the Ming army musketeers to shoot, and then took advantage of the gap in filling medicine and loading ammunition to launch a rapid attack.

But what Nurhaci saw was a calm and neat musket shooting. Before the swan sounded, the Ming army's musketeers rarely opened fire alone due to panic and nervousness.

A strict army of commands, officers and soldiers who obeyed the command and did not fear Dynasties shocked Nurhaci and became extremely vigilant.

Xiong Tingbi not only had a strategic vision, but also was famous for his strict military management. He offended many military leaders when he was in charge of Liaodong. Nurhaci knew this and regarded Xiong Tingbi as a great enemy.

But Nurhaci also has his own analysis and judgment on this, that is, officials like Xiong Tingbi are not welcome no matter how capable they are. They can't live in Liaodong for a long time and cannot exert their full strength.

But the fact surprised and surprised Nurhaci. Xiong Tingbi not only had a stable position, but also seemed to have won the favor and reliance of the emperor. He was granted full authority and could not restrain the landlord from governing Liaodong.

Nurhaci was very confused about employed people and was good at placing people. Even if the emperor was a sensible person, what about civil officials in the court who had no choice but to do anything? What about party struggles that attacked each other and inefficient court struggles?

The Later Jin Dynasty did lose a lot of military strikes over the past year, but it was not considered a trauma. However, Xiong Tingbi was in western Liaoning and Yuan Keli was in Dengzhou, but it became increasingly like a thorn in his back.

The horn sounded, and it was Mangourtai, who was commanding in front, who issued the order to attack again.

In order to avoid the red cannons on Ningyuan City, Nurhaci had to accept the desperate advice of the generals and command the battle behind.

Because the distance was too far, the commander of the front-line attack fell on Mangourtai.

The attack has been put on its own, and there is no need for any wisdom and strategy, and courage is enough. And Mangourtai has experienced many battle formations and there is nothing that makes people feel worried.

Sure enough, Manguertai rushed up with an iron shield in his left hand and a gun in his right hand. Under his roar and threat, the retreating armored soldiers readjusted and turned around and rushed up again.

"Attack, charge, cannot be interrupted." Mangourtai's eyes were staring like copper bells, and his face was full of fierceness. Even he knew that the cannon could not be fired continuously, but these guys were scared.

Degele rushed forward with a Niulu, both of which had the power to be alive and supervise the battle. At this time, either he or Manguertai must have a flag to boost morale.

The officers' damage to the war was amazing, and several Niu Lue were really dead or injured. Degele had some premonitions in his heart, but this was not the time when the Jianzhou Warriors shrank.

A roar sounded, and under countless shining firelights, thick white smoke suddenly rose after the Ming army, and hundreds of projectiles flew out and shot towards the re-attacked enemy.

Because of its bulkiness, the heavy convex gun cannot provide sufficient flexible firepower for infantry, which is an important reason why it was eventually eliminated.

But its power is beyond doubt. No one can resist its powerful kinetic energy by moving armor. Even in records, heavy convex guns can often kill several people or horses in one shot.

Moreover, heavy convex guns can also cause effective damage to the car. If one shot fails, two or three shots will be fired. The lead bullet that penetrates the wooden board of the car will also have a certain lethality to the people behind.

The Ming army's fortifications were still arranged in three-dimensional form. Behind the wooden stake array was a not-so-wide barrier trenches, and over thirty meters, two chest wall trenches that were twenty meters apart, in a stepped shape, from low to high.
Chapter completed!