Huo Sheng'er's funeral was held after dinner. Burial burials definitely did not have the conditions, and it was not popular in the military at this time.
Zhang Zhao personally hammered the burned bones into pieces, and then put them into a clay pot. There was a piece of jute paper attached to the pot, with the word "Zhang Zhao" clearly written on it. p>
Cao Shishi Cao Yanming is holding a booklet and is recording and singing loudly.
"Zhang Zhaozhe, the son of the Zhang family in Nanyang, was born in February of the Wuchen year (908) and died in the 20th year of his death. In the battle of Loulan Ancient City, he bravely killed the enemy and killed three enemies. His merits were that he entered the battle and made a second move.
The bounty of three coins will be passed down to all descendants!"
"Fan Yamen, there are not enough people in this department now, would you be willing to take over the post of clerk temporarily?" After Zhang Zhao packed up the ashes, he handed them directly to Fan Runing.
"Fortunately, Mr. Erlang takes this seriously, so I am willing to accept the order of being a scribe!"
What can Fan Runing say? Does he dare to say that he will not accept it? He dares to say that he does not accept it. These hundreds of people who were deeply moved by Zhang Zhao still have to tear him apart.
"Okay! I would like to thank Fan Yamen for this!" Zhang Zhao bowed his hand to Fan Runing.
This is the chief envoy of the Guiyi Army. He has taken over the post of clerk. In this way, Zhang Zhao can legitimately mobilize the thirty or so envoys of the Guiyi Army.
"Please keep this register and the ashes for us. Brothers can also come to Fan Yamen to register.
Everyone can nominate a candidate, and if someone dies in the war like brother Zhang Zhao, someone can also send your merits and rewards to your family.
If you have no heirs in your family, I will do the same as Brother Zhang Zhao and choose one from among the orphans of Han'er in Dunhuang to inherit the incense for you!"
"Erlangjun, I, Ma Yaozi, obey you! This son of fire can be written into the Nanyang Zhang family tree and have heirs to inherit the incense. His death is worth it!
If someone dies in the battle, you can also help find an orphan for Yu Niang to raise. She is a widow and will be better off if she has a son!"
Ma Yaozi, who has never been upright, is rarely sad for once. His old master Luo Xianda does not care whether the servants like them have a wife or not.
Don't underestimate Zhang Zhao's move. The Chinese have always been very particular about passing on the family line. It would be unfilial to have no descendants. But these people followed Zhang Zhao to Khotan to work hard. Maybe there will be no more people left and they will end up with someone like Zhang Zhao.
Guaranteed, at least you won’t worry about losing your incense.
"Stop saying such depressing words, you should follow me in Khotan and make more contributions. If Yu Niang has no son, you can go back and plant ten or eight for her!"
Zhang Zhao hit Ma Yaozi on the head immediately. Unlike Luo Xianda, who often beat and scolded Ma Yaozi, Zhang Zhao was much closer to Ma Yaozi now than others, and he even had the guts
The feeling of being pampered.
Ma Yaozi was a little confused. Zhang Zhao was obviously much younger than him, but why did he feel like this?
After knocking the kite, Zhang Zhao stood on a stone. He looked at the hundreds of people gathered around him. These were all his fire!
"A certain person was born in a noble family. In terms of noble status, there are not many people in Hexi who can compare with a certain person. However, a certain person also suffered a lot, because a certain person made a mistake and harmed Tang'er in Hexi. This crime is what a certain person deserves."
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In fact, someone's experience is just like the fate of us Tang children. In the past, during the Zhenguan and Kaiyuan eras, our ancestors were so glorious. Looking around, no one dared to look directly at it.
For example, the Gaochang people who took money to ransom their bodies yesterday were so angry that Duke Chen Guo (Hou Junji) was so angry that Gaochang King Ju Wentai died of fear. Now that we are here, if we can receive a ransom, it is considered a good harvest! But!
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Zhang Zhao stabbed the horizontal knife heavily into the sand in front of him.
"This is not what I want! Because if it were in Zhenguan and Kaiyuan, let alone Pugu Cheng, it would be Pugu Chongde, the chief Khan of the Uighurs in Gaochang, and he would have to come and apologize in person! Otherwise, he would get married.
The dead country will be destroyed!
So don’t be complacent about what happened today, but take a warning, because we are still far from restoring the glory of the Tang Dynasty.
The rich people of Dunhuang only know how to protect their wealth and honor, so I took all the heroes away. I am more willing to work together with you and make the world look at me again!"
The eyes of Fan Quan, Fan Shun, Yan Jin, Bai Congxi and others all lit up. Zhang Zhao's words undoubtedly sublimated the reason why they went to Khotan to make contributions.
It turns out that it’s not that they couldn’t survive in Dunhuang and had to go west, but because the wealthy Dunhuang people only know how to preserve their wealth and wealth, and they don’t know enough about it!
And they also feel that Zhang Erlangjun is indeed capable. Now he has only arrived in Loulan and has already gained a fortune of 1,500 to 600 yuan.
Zhang Zhao has promised that once the ransom that Di Luoda has been promised is received, based on the battle merit, the minimum will be three thousand dollars.
This is already two months' salary for a deputy of the Guiyi Army like Yan Jin. Even if he dies in battle, he will be given to his family. If he has no descendants, he will choose a stepson.
Looking at the group of people with bright eyes in front of him, Zhang Zhao felt somewhat accomplished. Ever since he left Dunhuang, he had begun to consciously instill similar thoughts into these people.
With financial incentives, logistical support, and finally ideas to pave the way, Zhang Zhao suddenly discovered that he really had some of the talent of that ‘World War II’ art student.
Although these hundred or so people cannot be made into a mighty and civilized army with ideals in later generations, in this era, an army with a little bit of ideals is definitely better than other old armies.
A perfect match.
And the banner in his hand that unites people's hearts is undoubtedly the departed Tang Dynasty.
You must know that when the Tang Dynasty was prosperous, soldiers were everywhere, and it was so glorious to show off their power. Even now, there are not many Tang fans in the rivers of the Western Regions. Only by raising the banner of the Tang Dynasty can we better arouse the pride and unified thinking of the people under our command.
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Seeing that his morale had been boosted, Zhang Zhao waved his hand.
"Today we will have a good night's rest here, and tomorrow we will bypass Datun City and go straight to Duni City!
The Canwei people belong to the Zhongyun tribe. How dare they intercept us in Loulan. I will not give up until King Sanpoba of Shanshan gives me an explanation!"
Bai Congxin and Qiongre Duojin's eyes lit up, Erlangjun was going to let go!
Muni City is the capital of Shanshan, with a population of nearly ten thousand. If these hundreds of people grab a handful, everyone can make a fortune again!
Of course you have to grab it!
Although one person promised at least three gu of reward, he has not received it after all. The reward is still in the account book, has not been distributed to his hands, and cannot be counted, so Zhang Zhao decided to grab a handful of Shanshan people and do something real!<
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Dunzhu touched his head and looked at Zhang Zhao in a daze.
"But Mr. Erlang, those who ambushed us yesterday were Gaochang Uighurs, not Canwei people! All their men were killed, and even those women combined couldn't beat me. Did we make a mistake?" p>
There was a burst of laughter all around, and only a stupid shepherd slave like Dunzhu would admit death. The rest of the soldiers and horse bandits all knew what Zhang Zhao was going to do.
Zhang Zhao also smiled and pulled Dunzhu over, then drew out his horizontal knife and made a gesture in front of him.
"Well! Whether they participated or not, it doesn't matter what they said!"
"Then who has the final say?" Dunzhu still didn't quite understand.
"This has the final say. The horizontal sword in my hand and the throwing spear in your hand are all decided by brothers like us who are over a hundred years old!"
Zhang Zhao laughed loudly, and Dunzhu also giggled in confusion.
"As long as there is meat to eat and wine to drink, Dunzhu will kill anyone Erlangjun asks!"
***The author has something to say***
Thank you, a 500-point reward from book friends who are not good for eating too much fish and meat!
