This is still a grassland, but everyone feels a sense of home. Once here, there is no longer the confused feeling of a lonely boat floating on the blue sea, but a down-to-earth feeling. The feeling of home.
What is it? It is peace and tranquility.
All the people gathered on the plain. Yang Hao rode his horse and galloped gently through the dark crowd under the guard of the soldiers until he reached the end. Then he circled the horse back and stood facing all the people. This was a high slope.
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He knew that his voice could not be heard by everyone, but he still used his hoarse voice and tried his best to shout to all the people: "Fathers and fellow villagers, we are safe now. Remember, from now on
Come on, you are already a Song Dynasty person."
His voice was a little choked: "Army Commander Luo, Commander Liu, and Commander He led 3,500 heroic and fearless soldiers of the Song Army. They sacrificed their lives and blood without fear of life and death. They gave their lives in exchange for ours."
vitality."
He turned the horse's head, faced the east, galloped forward a few steps, reined the horse, and stood silently. All the people who were supporting the old and the young and surviving the disaster said nothing, and followed him looking back to the east.
The patter of rain was still swaying, just in front of where they stood, but in the direction they were walking towards, the rain had stopped. The sun was rising in the east and it was raining in the west. On the other side of the river, at the end of the sky, a colorful rainbow hung high.
Up there, that Rainbow Bridge, is it the road where the heroic souls rest in heaven?
Yang Hao observed a moment of silence, took a long breath, and cheered up: "Everyone has a short rest, and then continues on the road. Li Yuchang, member of the Li family, has rushed back first and reported the news of our arrival to the general of Fuzhou.
The general will soon send someone to pick you up and arrange everything for everyone. From now on, this is your home!"
The people were quiet for a moment, and then they cheered loudly: they no longer had to worry about being displaced, and they finally settled down. These little people don't want much, as long as the family can live together in peace, but
These days, they have experienced too much life, death and bloodshed. Now, until now, they are finally safe. Even the air they breathe now seems to have a sense of tranquility and peace. Some of them laugh, some jump, and each
Use different ways to express the joy and happiness of your remaining life.
In the crowd, several people suddenly knelt down and shouted to Yang Hao from the bottom of their hearts: "Long live! Long live! Long live!"
When one person moved, everyone followed, and the people around them were quickly infected by it, and then fell to their knees, worshiped Yang Hao, and devoutly expressed their gratitude: "Long live! Long live..."
Those few people who expressed their gratitude in their own way were like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Ripples spread out. With them as the center, a vast black mass of people responded one after another and knelt down.
Many of them didn't know the name of the lord, and many of them didn't know the titles of these officials, but they all knew that it was this lord who sold the capital in front of the two armies to save someone who no one wanted.
The sick boy rode alone into the battle. They all knew that it was this civil servant who was not skilled in martial arts who stayed on the other side of the river with the generals. At the last moment, it was he who gave up his hope of survival and destroyed the bridge.
, that bridge of death. They all knew that it was this person who led them out of death and gave them new life.
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
There were no more words, they just used the simplest sentences to express the joy and gratitude in their hearts. At first it was chaotic, but soon everyone was united in one voice, speaking one word, and a short, resounding voice was heard in the plains.
There was a sound in the field, and even the rain in front seemed to be frightened.
The rain has stopped.
When the shout of long live sounded from the crowd, Yang Hao hadn't heard it yet. When more and more people knelt down and the shout of long live became louder and louder, Yang Hao heard it clearly. Yang Hao was shocked and shouted to stop, but
The only people who could hear it were a few people in front of them, and even these people refused to stop shouting. Later, tens of thousands of people were kneeling on the ground, shouting "Long Live the Night", and it was impossible to stop them.
The Song Army officers and soldiers behind him all turned pale after hearing the voice of "Long Live". Looking around, the entire plain was filled with people worshiping each other. Only a few people stood sparsely in the crowd, including Li Guangcen and Young Master Ye.
, Tang Yanyan, Bi Su, and their accompanying family members all looked stunned and at a loss. There was also Cheng Dexuan, who stood quietly at the foot of the slope, neither happy nor stunned, expressionless.
Yang Hao's palms were cold and he was breaking out in a cold sweat. Of course he knew that since ancient times, emperors could tolerate anything and be lenient to everything. There was only one thing, and that was the threat to the throne, whether the threat was just a sign or a threat.
The emperor will not sit idly by if it is a fantasy that cannot become a reality. At that time, Chai Rong, the hero of the generation, was not jealous because of a small wooden sign that said "check to be the emperor"? After experiencing countless usurpation farces in the past five generations, he also took his place.
Once Zhao Da, who became the emperor, knew...
Suddenly, Yang Hao turned over and dismounted, ran two steps toward the southeast, lifted the skirt of his robe, and knelt down toward the Kaifeng Mansion. Following the example of the countless worshiping and cheering people around him, he suddenly shouted: "Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live!"
Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live our emperor! Long live our emperor..."
Seeing Yang Hao kneeling down, the shouts of the people suddenly stopped. When the people kneeling nearby heard what Yang Hao was shouting clearly, they immediately followed him and shouted: "Long live! Long live! Long live my emperor!"
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Under the guidance of Yang Hao, the new cheering slogans spread quickly and became the main theme of the worship ceremony. The soldiers of the Song Army behind Yang Hao were relieved and knelt down one after another. Tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians followed Yang Hao and chanted in unison.
"Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor!" Young Master Ye and others, who seemed a little embarrassed because everyone was standing, knelt down and shouted long live.
Tang Yanyan took out a small handkerchief in a ladylike manner, looked at the dirty ground, frowned, looked at the palm-sized handkerchief in her hand, and put it away again. She bent down and pulled the person in front of her to kneel down.
The hem of her clothes was spread on the ground, and then Yingying knelt down cutely, but her beautiful eyes glanced at Yang Hao, full of admiration for him for resolving the crisis.
The person kneeling in front was Bi Su. He turned around and saw that Tang Yanyan had made a futon out of his monk's clothes. Bi Su's sausage mouth was flattened in grievance. Li Guangcen glanced at Yang Hao, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.
With admiration, he smiled, briefly gestured to the subordinates standing around him, and then knelt down as well.
Cheng Dexuan was stunned until he found that he was the only one standing there alone in the wilderness. Then he knelt down hard on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Long live! Long live! Long live!"
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As soon as he entered the Zhe family's sphere of influence, Yang Hao discovered that this place was very different from Bazhou and Guangyuan. There were still large areas of grassland and land here, but there were many mountains and water here. The mountains were dangerous and the water was bad.
There are very few small villages, and most of them are tribal fortresses or mountain strongholds, either close to mountains or backed by water. They are all in dangerous places and must be passed by roads.
Most of the city walls here are built of rammed earth. For example, near the stone mountain, there are stone walls in some places, but not many. The fortresses and villages in the Zhefu area are all built of rammed earth, except for a few stone sections. However, the rammed earth is extremely
It is solid, hard and can be sharpened, no less than a stone.
Seeing Yang Hao's team with no flags and rags walking along the way, the bells and drums of the fortress and village on the road immediately rang, and all the women, children, and villagers wandering outside took refuge in the fortress. The fortress was built against the dangerous mountains.
The gate is closed, and the fortress is full of villagers dressed in folk costumes, holding bows, hanging arrows, and holding spears and guns walking back and forth. Here, due to the long-term exposure to Khitan nomadic tribes in the north, Huihe tribes in the northwest, and even
When the Tupanzahu and other tribes in the northwest attacked attacks, almost every man was a well-trained warrior, and they had their own way of dealing with the army.
Yang Hao didn't want to disturb these villagers, but most of the remaining food and grass were abandoned on the other side of Zhulang Bridge. Although the Fuzhou General would send people to greet him as soon as he got the news, how could there be so many people there?
Being able to go without water and rice all day long, the large group of people walked until the evening of the next day and the little food they brought across the bridge was finished. It was already dusk, and they saw a majestic fortress built against the mountain in front of them, and the sun was shining on the ground.
Already blocked by the mountains, the setting sun on the first floor was reflected on the fortress built against the mountains, as if it were made of gold. They stopped the team and came to beg for help.
The fortress was already prepared, and many strong men hid behind the arrow stacks and watched the movement of the team with vigilance. Yang Hao raised his hands and stepped forward alone. Looking up, he saw a plaque hanging high on the fort gate, with three figures on it.
The vague big characters "Mukezhai".
"In the village..."
Before Yang Hao could finish a word, an arrow was shot down from the fortress. It was as close to the tip of his boot as it was nailed in front. The tail of the arrow was still buzzing and trembling, and a cold rebuke came from the fortress.
Drink: "Don't take a step closer. If you dare to move forward, you will be shot without mercy!"
Yang Hao raised his head and cupped his hands upwards, and said loudly: "I am Yang Jie, the imperial envoy of the Song Dynasty. I led 40,000 people of the Northern Han Dynasty to migrate to the northwest. I passed by this place. Because of the shortage of food and grass, we are in urgent need of assistance. I don't know who is above.
Village leader, please come out and talk to me."
Seeing Yang Hao coming forward alone, a man also emerged from the village. A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, very heroic and handsome, dressed in gray cloth, holding a bow and sword, majestic. He stood in the city
He put his head on the arrow stack with one foot, and with an arrow on his bow, he looked at Yang Hao coldly: "You...are the imperial envoy of the Song Dynasty?"