I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 371 Imperial Temperament
The Guards usually pay more attention to the training of formations, and after more than a month of intensive training, the formations of the parade troops have become more orderly and majestic.

Zhu Houzhao stood upright on the carriage, bathed in the gazes of tens of thousands of people. He was looking at the troops on parade. This army looked a little unfamiliar today. The grand appearance of the army made him dare not recognize it, but fortunately there were many familiar faces among them who kept reminding him - this was the army he commanded!
Zhu Houzhao thought he had enjoyed all the bliss in the world, but the shock he felt at this moment still made his blood boil and he almost couldn't control himself. It was simply too cool. This was what a real man should do!
He greeted the troops one by one, and they immediately responded with the most enthusiastic response. This extremely neat response made him feel that he was now omnipotent.
He was really lost in this feeling.
There were more than 20 square formations, which was long or short. Zhu Houzhao quickly reviewed the formations. When he returned to the Chengtian Gate Tower, he was still immersed in the feeling just now.
"How do you feel, brother?" Zhu Houxuan asked with a smile.

Zhu Houzhao was suddenly awakened and exclaimed: "A real man should be like this!"

This sentence comes from "Records of the Grand Historian: Annals of Emperor Gaozu". It was an exclamation made by Liu Bang when he saw the ceremonial procession of Qin Shihuang. As a result, it was now used by Zhu Houzhao here.
Zhu Houxuan burst out laughing.

"I just feel like something is not yet fully understood!" Zhu Houzhao smacked his lips.

"My royal brother, you don't think this is the end, right? There will be a parade next," Zhu Houxun said with a smile. He did a good job of keeping the secret, and Zhu Houzhao didn't know what would happen next.

"Parade?" Zhu Houzhao asked in surprise.

At this time, Jiang Jiangong asked loudly at the bottom of the city wall whether to start the parade, and Zhu Houzhao naturally agreed.

Military parades have existed since ancient times. They are a grand military ceremony both in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, usually held during major national festivals and large-scale military exercises.

The origin of military parades dates back to ancient Egypt, Persia, Rome and other countries before Christ. There are records of "parading troops to intimidate the princes" in China's Spring and Autumn Period.

It’s just that in ancient China, the military parades just consisted of the troops being reviewed standing in line, while the reviewers rode horses or cars to conduct the review, so people at that time did not have the concept of a parade.

At this time, the formation of the troops on parade had moved to the center of Chang'an Avenue under the orders of the officers.

Just when everyone thought it was about to begin, the military band's music suddenly stopped.

Just when everyone was in doubt, a crisp sound of horse hooves rang out on Chang'an Avenue.
"Click! Click!" This is the sound of steel horseshoes hitting the concrete road.

Everyone on and off the city wall looked in the direction of the sound of horse hooves.

A cavalryman in full armor ran from east to west on Chang'an Avenue, catching everyone's attention. The red feathers on his helmet and the red cloak behind him were extremely eye-catching, and the silver armor on his body reflected a dazzling light in the sun.
"Isn't there something wrong with the cavalryman's riding posture?" Duke Dingguo Xu Guangzuo suddenly said.

"He seems to be holding a flag in his right hand." Wuding Marquis Guo Xun also said. "He seems to be holding the flag upside down, so the posture is a bit strange. But why is he holding it upside down? The flag is dragging on the ground. Wouldn't it be better to hold it up?" A nobleman also said.

The Mongolian nobles on the viewing platform immediately saw what it was, and their faces were filled with anger.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the cavalryman ran to the position opposite the middle gate of Chengtian Gate Tower and stopped, then shouted to Zhu Houzhao on the tower:
"The flag of the Mongolian Khorchin tribe!"

After saying this, he threw the flag to the ground like trash, then rode away to the west of Chang'an Street without any hesitation.
There was a lot of discussion on the tower, and no one could figure out what this meant.
However, people with good eyesight could already see the bloodstains and unrepaired holes on the flag, which showed that a fierce battle had taken place to capture it.
And this was just the beginning. Knights rushed into the field one after another, each of them holding a flag. Some of these flags were intact, but most of them were incomplete.
"The flag of the Mongolian Buryat tribe!"

"The flag of the Mongolian Keshiketeng tribe!"

"The flag of the Mongolian Khoshut tribe!"

"The flag of the Mongolian Kharachin tribe!"

"The flag of the Mongolian Tumed tribe!"

"The flag of the Mongolian Torghut tribe!"

"The flag of the Mongolian Chahar tribe!"

"The flag of the Mongolian Balin tribe!"

"The flag of the Mongolian Ordos tribe!"

The knights carried the battle-worn military flags upside down and threw them onto Chang'an Avenue. The road was covered with flags, and suddenly it became colorful.
The discussions on the towers disappeared as the military flags were thrown into the streets. Everyone became silent, leaving only the continuous sound of horse hooves and the shouts of the knights.
Before, most people still knew about the defeat suffered by the Mongols in Yingzhou from various propaganda, but after the display of these military flags, everyone could intuitively feel how tragically the Mongols were defeated in Yingzhou this time.
In ancient times, the merit of beheading a general was equivalent to the merit of capturing a flag. This shows that capturing a flag was a very difficult task, and it also shows the importance the army attached to the military flag.
The fact that they were able to capture so many military flags also reflects how badly the Mongols were defeated.
So everyone realized this, and everyone's heart suddenly burst out with an immense sense of pride - they are the winners! They are the winners!
The Mongolians on the viewing platform were already crying. This was a humiliation, a naked humiliation. Everyone was pale, as if they had been hit hard.
"Stop crying! Why are grown men crying?" Bu Chi said while gritting his teeth. His eyes were red and scary, but his words had no effect.
The envoys from various countries were also very shocked by this scene. Many of them also noticed that the Mongols were crying and kept pointing fingers at them.
Although the flag-throwing ceremony was still going on, everyone knew what was going to happen next.
Yanshenggong Kong Wenshao trembled and walked to Zhu Houzhao, and gently advised: "Your Majesty, this move is too overbearing, not the way of a benevolent king, and it is easy to anger the Mongolian tribes and terrify the surrounding countries. I hope Your Majesty will think twice and cancel this step."

When Zhu Houzhao was enjoying himself, he immediately became unhappy when he heard Kong Wenshao's advice.
"Too domineering? This is not the way of a benevolent king. When the Mongols invaded every year, they didn't talk about benevolence!" Zhu Houzhao said with a sneer.

(End of this chapter)