Zhu Jin walked through the avenue with his head held high, accepting the gazes and cheers of the people.
The people of Chang'an need a little "positive energy" stimulation, and now this prisoner sacrifice ceremony has hit their sweet spot, making many people couldn't help but cheer.
People in the capital, no matter which court is above you, I just need to continue to be an honorable citizen at the feet of the Emperor. This does not affect my cheering for every victory in foreign wars.
At least the honor brought by being captured is real and can be used as a source of conversation for a long time to come.
At least, the seized property is real, some will be sold in the capital, and the valuation is not high, so you can try to buy it.
At least, after the martial arts masters received the rewards and spent money lavishly, they could get a share of the pie.
You see, there are so many benefits, this cheer really comes from the heart, who cares if you take over the capital!
Zhu Jin had a different feeling for the first time.
In the past, he could occasionally win the battle against Zhu Quanzhong, but after returning to Yanzhou, he was faced with a lifeless scene. Even if there were elders who came out of the city to greet him, they all looked forced to smile. Yes, we fought.
We lost many battles and lost tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. Occasionally we won a battle but only killed thousands of enemies. Is this kind of win interesting?
Still happy now!
Tens of thousands of royal troops, together with a large group of wall herders, defeated the troops and horses that the Uighurs squeezed out through gritted teeth. They killed nearly ten thousand prisoners and captured countless others. After returning, they received sincere cheers. The sense of satisfaction was so strong.
Already.
I was really fooling around in the past!
But then again, there were no such conditions before. He could vote for Li Keyong, he could vote for Yang Xingmi, he could vote for Shao Shude, but Zhu Quanzhong, who was so close at hand, could not vote for him. After Zhu Quanzhong was eliminated by Jin Shang, he could not vote for him.
After thinking about it in time, there is still the idea of separation and self-reliance. I can only say that this is the tragedy of the times.
Now that his best years have passed, he can no longer be as invincible as he was twenty years ago, cutting melons and vegetables. At the age of forty-seven, his strength is gradually declining, and he has no choice but to think about it. How many more years can he fight?
He glanced at Li Cunxu beside him and chuckled secretly.
This prince-in-law still has a problem with him. He is so petty. He doesn’t even think about it. You are only twenty-nine years old and have many opportunities to make meritorious deeds. Why should you argue with me?
Li Cunxu was also very capable. He did not avoid the enemy's attack, he led the troops to charge forward, and he fought with the same courage and vigor as his father.
However, when it comes to fighting face to face, Zhu Jin would not even look down on Li Cunxu.
But the people of Li Keyong's family have a natural instinct when it comes to fighting. On the chaotic battlefield, with people shouting and neighing, and swords and arrows flying, they were able to figure out where the enemy's weak points were, and then
Decisively deploy elite troops to make the final decision.
To be honest, Zhu Jin couldn't figure out how to develop this ability. Although he was very sharp when he rushed into the formation, he didn't know where he was when he was rushing. He often had to look back at the golden drum flag, follow the command, and readjust.
But Li Cunxu didn't need to do this. He relied on intuition to fight and was often very accurate. Opportunities on the battlefield were fleeting. Sometimes he would readjust after listening to orders, and the enemy's loopholes would be gone.
This kind of battlefield smell and intuition is very valuable and can play a role beyond your imagination. Zhu Jin lacks this ability. He does not have a picture of the entire battlefield in his mind and has a weak sense of position, so he is very envious of Li Cunxu.
But Li Yazi is actually jealous of him, oh my God!
Looking behind him, Wan Yanxiu and Tu Dan Uluhei were talking in a "low voice" - what they thought was a low voice.
"Damn it, just sell all the pigs in your hometown. You won't make much money. It's better to kill people and be rewarded. If you get dozens of pieces of silk as a reward, how many pigs can you buy?"
"How is the person your family sent to the palace? Is the saint unable to play anymore?"
"Perhaps I can't play anymore. Last year during the Zhengdan banquet, my mother-in-law asked secretly. Yaoniang said that the saint thought she was too young. She took off her clothes, took a look, then spread her legs to take a look, and said she was too young.
She's young and I don't want to harm her."
"Oh, what a pity."
"It's quite a pity."
Zhu Jin wanted to laugh after hearing this. These two Jurchens are really good at each other. Do you really think that a saint would like your hairless girl? It must be someone else's... Well, it's a bit cold today.
He looked up at Anyuan Gate, then looked ahead, and quickly dismounted.
The bell started ringing. It was the New Dynasty elegant music "Xia Wang Dingding Yue". It was adapted by Taichang Temple musicians after inspecting the court elegant music of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It was an important part of the New Dynasty etiquette - some details were from the Huanghuang Dynasty.
Important features that distinguish it from the Caotai regime.
"The King of Xia Dingding Le" tells the story of how Huang Chao was defeated, Quan Zhong was defeated, Hebei was conquered, Hedong was conquered, Jiangnan was captured, and a hundred battles were completed.
There is no opportunism in this world, it is all made with swords and guns. You can feel it when listening to Yale.
"Long live my emperor!" Downstairs in Anyuan, tens of thousands of soldiers from the Fengguo, Iron Cavalry, and Feilong armies, Tibetan soldiers from various tribes in Qinan, members of the bodyguards, and the newly surrendered tribal chiefs from Qibei all knelt down.
The world seemed to freeze at this moment.
Everyone upstairs in Anyuan was stunned by the endless sound, and even the sudden autumn wind paused for a moment.
Shao Shude's eyes swept over the people below the tower.
The general of the vassal town who once fought in heaven and earth was conquered by him.
The warrior, whose flames were surging into the sky, knelt down on the ground with sincerity and put away his minions.
The inner vassal tribe who had followed him for many years were as well-behaved as kittens.
A large group of newly descended chiefs with braided hair and long hair were very uneasy in their hearts.
"I have been in the imperial position for ten and three years. I have received the blessings of heaven and earth, inherited the blessings of my ancestors, and worked hard day and night until we are where we are today." Shao Shude said, "The ugly people in Qibei have threatened our border residents and stolen our horses and sheep.
The reason why I did not issue a clear order or carry out heavenly punishment is to show that he is reforming and has returned to his confusion."
"However, he did not want to repent. The wolf looked at the fierceness, acted fiercely and cunningly, drove away the threats and injured the beasts. Lu Qi, Zhu Jin, Cun Xu, Siyu, Zijing, Yang Liang, Zhixing and others forgot themselves and went to the enemy, determined to
Fighting for the top, thundering and blowing flags, they are popular in all directions. Xian can suppress the ugly ones, just like mowing grass and sedge, each of them raises the voice of the army and uses the strategy of declaring power."
"I don't care about gold and silk, just to benefit my soldiers; I don't care about the rewards, just to favor my favor. Now that the dangerous nest has been burned, there are rewards at each level, so we still have more banquets."
After saying this, he ordered that he be moved to the Forbidden Garden and given a banquet.
"Long live my emperor!" After Deyin announced, everyone bowed again, and the sound shook the sky.
Shao Shude glanced at the queen.
The queen nodded slightly, obviously not in a good mood.
Prince Shao Chengjie looked at the thousands of soldiers outside Anyuan Gate, and his heart surged.
The Crown Princess stood beside him, already pregnant, looking cautious.
The ministers congratulated Shao Shude at the same time, and some even asked him to be honored, which attracted everyone's attention.
Shao Shude shook his head and refused.
After the hardships, the emperor of the former Tang Dynasty gave him a title, but in Shao Shude's opinion, it was somewhat unworthy of the title.
In his current situation, attacking the Changhe Kingdom and occupying the Uyghur Palace was certainly an unparalleled achievement and unparalleled prestige, which could not be matched by the emperors of the former Tang Dynasty.
To be honest, it's enough to get the title. But now is not the time, just wait a little longer.
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On the eve of the banquet, Shao Shude called for Xia Luqi, Yang Liang, and Zhejiyu.
Xia Luqi was one of his own generals, and he was commendable for his loyalty and bravery.
Yang Liang is an old man from Xicheng. He has good abilities and has made a lot of achievements.
Thirty years ago, Oritsugu Yu was a young man who brought him the first cavalry. As a distant sect of the Oritsugu family, he was now able to compete with his master's family.
This time the three of them marched north together, completely clearing the Qibei grassland that had been in turmoil for many years, cutting off the black hands of the Uighur forces moving eastward, and winning the defection of various grassroots tribes. This was a great achievement, but in fact it was a matter of course after years of continuous crusade.
the result of.
"What suggestions do you have for the Uighur King's Court?" Shao Shude asked.
"Your Majesty's expedition to the west, it is best not to take the northern route." Sharuch said: "The wind and sand are strong, and sometimes you have to cross places without water sources. At this time, you have to rely on cow and goat milk to support you for several days."
The northern route starts from Yuequan, loops around the Qibei Grassland, and goes straight to Anxi. This route is actually a very mature route. Many merchants on the northern route of the Silk Road took this route, but the conditions are really difficult.
"Of course I won't take the northern route." Shao Shude said: "What I'm asking is, what is the management strategy for the Qibei Grassland."
"Actually, there are some places in Qibei that can be cultivated." Xia Luqi said: "As early as the Xiongnu era, some people were cultivating land to provide military supplies. In the Turkic and Uighur eras, there were also people farming."
Shao Shude agreed with this view. In fact, during the Manchu Qing's Western Expedition, troops stationed themselves on the grasslands.
At that time, Monan Mongolia was basically controlled by the Manchus, Mobei Mongolia was aloof, and Mobei Mongolia did not respect orders.
Galdan unified most of the Mongolian Mongols and marched boldly eastward. The Mongolian princes in the northern Mobei were beaten to the point of running away, and were forced to go south to form an alliance with the Manchu Qing Dynasty and seek refuge with them.
Later, the Manchu Qing Dynasty collected cattle and sheep in Mobei Mongolia, looked for military camps everywhere, and prepared for the Western Expedition. He remembered that Kobdo was once a settlement point, and there were sergeants working on wheat, sheep herding, and fishing. Although he could
The food provided is limited, but in places where supply is difficult, every grain of food is very precious.
The Western Region is not like the Southern Barbarians, where you can burn, kill, loot and collect food and grass. The real cheating thing about it is that you may not be able to get enough even if you rob it.
"Have you arranged for people to colonize Heichengzi?" Shao Shude asked.
"It has been arranged that most of the countrymen recruited from the three prefectures of Feng, Sheng and Ling, thousands of people from each prefecture, will stay there for farming." Xia Luqi said: "Heichengzi is actually a good place, with plains in the east and plains in the west.
According to the Udetan Mountain and the Kunkun River to the south, it has the potential to win physically, and the Uighurs will also find a place."
Fukunshui was the name given to the Orkhon River in the Tang Dynasty, and it was obviously a transliteration.
Wudetan Mountain is Dujin Mountain, or Yudujin Mountain, later known as Hangai Mountain.
The royal court of the Uighurs was not here at the beginning, but on the side of the Whirlpool River further north - the Whirlpool Water, that is, the Selenge River.
In the Kaiyuan Dynasty, the Uighur Bijia Khan moved south, made Heichengzi his capital, and began to build the city. Its location was about seventy miles north and west of the Hara and Lindu cities built by Ogedai (near today's Erdenizhao).
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Whiswater, Heichengzi, Harahelin, and all the great grassland Khans of the past dynasties have taken a fancy to this area and built their capitals, which shows that the land is indeed unique.
"I still want to go to this place to visit and make an alliance with the leaders of the grassland tribes." Shao Shude slapped his thigh and said.
"Your Majesty, those leaders have surrendered and have come to Beijing, why bother going north?" Xia Luqi asked.
"You don't understand." Shao Shude shook his head and said: "In my early years, I had an alliance with the Tibetan chiefs, one in Dijinze, one in Fuyundui Temple, and one in Qingtang City. In Chang'an City, I can explore
Find out their background and reward them with some property, but to make an alliance, you still have to go to the grassland. They value this very much, it's different."
Sharuchi nodded silently.
Only then did he realize that in terms of understanding of the grasslands, they, the generals of the Forbidden Army, were not as good as the saints.
"Why don't Your Majesty go there and erect a monument? I heard that in the third year of Qianning (896), Taiwei Yang captured Heichengzi, so he planned to erect a monument." Yang Liang asked.
"So Yang Taiwei" is Yang Yue, who was posthumously awarded Taiwei after his death.
Shao Shude's heart skipped a beat and he stood up suddenly.
He could not resist the temptation of spreading his fame all over the grassland and letting everyone worship him.
He glanced at Yang Liang and saw that the old man from Xicheng knew what he was doing.
"Go and have a look next year," Shao Shude said.
After saying that, he asked again: "How much grain do you grow there? What do you grow?"
"The oat seeds given by Sinong Temple." Xia Luqi replied: "Only more than a hundred hectares have been planted, and it is all wasteland. It has been roughly cleared, and the harvest is not likely to be good. It has not been harvested while I am waiting for the teacher."
"It's okay. We will expand planting next year. We can also try rye." Shao Shude said: "After the Spring Festival next year, I will go north to the prefectures in northern Guanxi to prepare a batch of farm tools, livestock, and seeds, and then requisition another batch.
That’s all, Tutuan Countryman, this matter will be handled by Zhongshu and the Privy Council.”
"Today the south has been leveled. I only have one long-cherished wish left, and I will do it step by step." Shao Shude's interest suddenly became high and he walked around the hall.
A person's life has a mission, and there is only one final step left for his mission.
