Mythical big man, champion soldier saint

Chapter 385 There has never been a moment of boiling like in front of my eyes【Tickets】

All parts of the world have changed due to the complete collapse of the Huns.

Especially Dahan Beiguan.

In the past few days at the border, the lights have been kept on all night, and gongs and drums are beating.

The news that the Huns were defeated and fled in all directions was sent back, and the people of Beiguan ran around to spread the news, and every family was reveling.

Others bowed to Chang'an, to the north of Beiguan.

Worship the emperor of Chang'an, the Han army that has not returned from the Beiguan campaign, and this prosperous man.

Some people's homes began to enshrine the god of the champion of martial arts, and prayed for him to protect the world's long-term peace and stability.

"A few days ago, the government issued a notice to the public saying that my Beiguan has not closed its doors for the past few days and nights, and the gates of the city have been open all night, because there are large carts going to and from the customs day and night, going to the place of the Huns, and transporting all kinds of things back."

"That is no longer the place of the Huns. The Huns were wiped out by the champion Hou and the Han army."

"I heard that all the Huns were beheaded, and the heads were piled higher than the mountains."

"In the past few days, horses and horses have come in and out of the border gate day and night. I heard that the loads are all things that the champion marquis snatched back from the Xiongnu."

Countless border gates, and even the people all over the world are discussing and making noise.

The sun is setting.

Xu Ji is in his early [-]s this year, with a lame leg and a thin figure, wearing a dark gray linen shirt.

With a thick roll of bamboo slips under his arm, he walked slowly on the streets of the northern border town of Dai County.

There are many people on the street. To be precise, there have never been so many people.

At least Xu Ji has lived in the city for nearly 20 years, and he has never seen so many people walking on the street at the same time in this border city.

The Xiongnu was defeated by the Han army, and it touched the border town the most.

Everything seems to have changed.The city is a hundred times more lively than before.Even the vendors who hawked goods on the street were full of joy in their voices.

The pace of pedestrians coming and going has slowed down, and they are much more leisurely and comfortable than in the past.

Recently, there have been several food shops on the street, and people were invited to talk about the Han army's defeat of the Xiongnu in the shops, and there was an endless stream of listeners.Those who had no money to eat in the food shop just squatted outside the shop, listened to the people in the shop talking about the Han army, the champions, and how the generals defeated the enemy before the battle.

Xu Ji also went to listen to it twice, and repeatedly talked about how to kill the Huns, but the border residents listened with great interest and never tired of it.

With the thick scroll between his hands, he walked all the way through the long street, through the bustling city, and finally came to the gate of the city.

In the past, even in the daytime, there would be a large number of troops stationed at the opened city gates to strictly check the comings and goings.

It was already evening, the border town was wide open, and there were only about [-] defenders. They were in charge of security work, and there would still be investigations, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.

Xu Ji limped to the gate of the city, and asked the guards: "Leave the city now, after an hour, can you come back when it gets dark?"

The guard ignored him.

Xu Ji thought for a while, and took out a bronze plate wrapped in silk cloth, with Chinese character patterns, like a small shield.

The officer glanced at the sign, and found the bamboo slip under Xu Ji's armpit. He was in awe: "Army who have made meritorious service on the battlefield can still read?"

Xu Ji straightened his back, covered it with silk cloth, and put away the small cards.

Some time ago, when he was receiving this badge, he inquired around and found out that after Champion Hou took charge of the army, he suggested that he get it out and issue it to all Han soldiers who were in the army or retired according to the military merit booklet.

Anyone who has been in the military has this special identity card.

But those who have not made any meritorious service on the battlefield, although they also have a plaque, it is made of bamboo.

Only those who have made military exploits can be made of bronze like Xu Ji's.

Xu Ji tried his best to stand upright, and responded to the guard in front of him: "We are an old Han army for almost 20 years, and we only retired after a leg injury. We were here before and joined the army.

I knew a few characters when I was a child, but I didn't know all of them. "

The guard replied: "If you want to go out of the city, just go. In the next few days, the Marquis will consecrate Zen in the place of the Huns and tell the world that the Huns will be gone from now on. Recently, we have closed the gates of the city."

Xu Ji felt relieved and walked out of the city slowly.

He came to a tomb seven or eight miles away from the outskirts of the city, stood in front of the tomb for a while, squatted down, took the thick bamboo slips in his hand, and muttered:
"Liu Shi, before you die, let us write down the names of all the troops we can collect in the Han army.

... It's been almost 20 years. I've been here. Every time there's a war, I'll inquire about it and help you remember it.

I collected a total of 720 names of the soldiers who died guarding the border... You said at the beginning, write down these names, and never forget them even when you die. return. "

Xu Ji glanced to the north: "There's no need now, Champion Hou led his soldiers and horses to kill the Huns..."

Xu Ji took out the fire book slowly, picked up a few handfuls of weeds from the grave, lit it, and threw the bamboo slips into it: "The Huns are gone, so there is no need to write down this slip book. I will burn it for you, and you will burn it yourself." Take a look below.

Also, I have been guarding the city here for almost 20 years, from now on, we will not come to your grave very often, and I will go back to my hometown..."

After the fire was finished, Xu Ji stood up, still limping, but inexplicably cheerful, and returned to the city in the dark.

All over the Han Dynasty, such as Xu Ji, there are more than one similar incidents.

The Xiongnu, who caused chaos in the Han Dynasty for a hundred years, are dead!

The news spread throughout the north and south of the river, Nanyue Kingdom, all ethnic groups in Baiyue, all tribes of the Western Qiang, the Western Regions, and even people who were poisoned and lived in health. Those who heard it were moved.

There has never been a moment when the people of Dahan were so proud and excited.

The world is boiling.

And the will of the people will gather, and the fate of the country will also improve.

The emperor has been smiling all day long.

This evening, he entered Weiyang Palace again, the secret vault of national fortune.

As the national fortune climbed, the weather here became increasingly alarming.

The national luck purple dragon lies on a plate, its scales open and close, and a dragon ball is swallowed in its mouth, as vast as a bright moon in the sky.

The emperor's eyes sparkled:

"Swallow the Xiongnu, let's see if we can bring out the vitality and luck, what the Emperor Qin has never managed through the ages, maybe it will be done in my hands!"

Zilong's dragon chant shook the sky!

That night, there seemed to be a dragon chant under the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, which was even more powerful than the cry of the Great Han Zilong.

The sound of the dragon's chant resounded in the depths of the earth, and rang in the ears of every citizen in the vast land of Shenzhou.

……

Parthian capital, located on the left bank of the Tigris River.

The city adopts a common architectural form in the Mesopotamia. The city wall is round and magnificent.

The city gate is in the shape of a semicircle arch, and there are tall columns and beautiful relief murals on the wall next to the gate, carrying the glorious history of Parthia.

In Parthia, there is an old saying that is widely circulated and describes the wealth of the capital, "Whoever controls the wealth of the capital can compete with the god king for wealth."

They believe in Zoroastrianism and Babylonian gods, and the king of gods is what they think is the king of the gods and the ruler of everything.

Sunset West Mountain.

In the palace of the city, the lord Mithridates II was looking at a brief book from the East.

Nearly a month ago, the leader of the army led his poisonous troops near the border of the Da Yuezhi, and after contacting the Parthian army, he was sent this scroll.

Mithridates II did not know how the commander of the army mastered the Parthian language and writing.

In the past ten months, the two parties have used this brief book to contact several times.

"Lord of Parthia, what do you think of my proposal?"

"The Han people will hold a grand ceremony to sacrifice their gods and heaven and earth, and cut down the luck of the Huns. When the Han people get all the land of the Huns, the fate of the country will become stronger and pose a greater threat to Parthia."

"My lord, after you occupy the Da Yuezhi, you can also hold the ceremony of establishing the country and proclaiming your merits, cut off the Da Yuezhi that had fallen into the hands of the Han people, and tell the gods that the Da Yuezhi has belonged to Parthia, and the Han Although he won the Xiongnu, he lost the Da Yuezhi.

The rise of their national power will be affected.

Parthia annexed the land of the Great Yuezhi, increasing national power and at the same time containing the Han, why not do it? "

The handwriting on the bamboo slips flickers.

Mithridates II was a very decisive monarch.

He had made a decision a long time ago, and he had informed the Parthian frontier army a few days ago that they would hold a god ceremony on the land of the Great Yuezhi, announcing the annexation of the land of the Great Yuezhi, so that the size and power of the Parthian border would rise to the top. new steps.

Mithridates II smiled.

Although he had made a decision long ago, he did not inform the people on the other side of the bamboo slips who were in contact with him.

He dawdled with the brief book: "The method of sending messages in this brief book is similar to the way we send messages from the Ears of the Gods..."

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June 22th.

In the early morning, the sky is not yet bright.

Huo Qubing woke up from his practice on the camp couch, dressed neatly, and put on a brand new doctor's robe.

The soldiers helped him open the tent and walked out. In the wilderness under Ulaanbaatar, there were already [-] Han troops standing neatly.

Zhao Puonu, Fu Luzhi, Chen Qing, Zhao Anji and other generals under his command were full of energy and had changed into brand new clothes.

Even Fu Luzhi, who doesn't like to be clean, made an exception last night and went to the river to wash for half an hour, scrubbing the blood in the crevices of the armor carefully.

Today is a very special and important day, destined to be famous through the ages.

And this Fengchan is different from other Fengchan, it is a ceremony of Fengtian in the form of military sacrifice.

It is a Zen ritual to defeat the Xiongnu and tell the world that the Han Dynasty is going to annex the Xiongnu and accept its national destiny.

Huo Qubing came out of the camp, stood on the high ground, looked down at the Han troops who followed him to defeat the Xiongnu, pointed at the fluttering Han flag, and shouted: "Big man!"

"Big guy!"

The Han army shouted violently: "Champion!"

The shouts of the Wanjun shook the mountains and rivers: "The Champion of the Great Han!"

Bingfeng arises spontaneously, stands tall and points to the sky, and shakes the stars.

On the dome, among the stars that have not receded, the star of Wuqu is shining brightly.

A little far away, stood the officials of the Han Dynasty who came to attend the ceremony, clan representatives and people from all walks of life in the world.

Among them, Taichang Zhou Ping, who came from Chang'an to participate in Fengchan, was also there.

At this time, the Han army called out the champion, not the emperor, which was somewhat taboo.

But everyone pretended not to hear it, including Zhou Ping, who was expressionless and turned a deaf ear.

Everyone knew that even if the emperor himself heard about this matter, he would not care about it. If anyone played it, he might be reprimanded.

At this moment, the Huns are destroyed, and the whole world celebrates.

Even Jin'an wears big red flowers on his head and is crowned with a horse crown.

Huo Qubing got on his horse, and [-] Han troops marched eastward from Ulaanbaatar, accompanied by all the ministers.

Jiang Yan, Gongsun Hong, Dong Zhongshu and others released their qi mechanisms, using the treasures inherited from Confucianism, Yin Yang School and other schools, and combined with the qi mechanism of the national fate sent by the emperor, causing a vision of soaring into the sky, colorful and colorful .

The most important thing is that Huo Qubing pushed the Han army forward, and a breath of swordsmanship shone across the world.

To the east of Ulan Bator, not far away is Langjuxu Mountain.

In the eyes of the Huns, Langjuxu Mountain is a sacred mountain.

The mountains stretch for hundreds of miles from northeast to southwest, with an altitude of about 2000 meters. The mountains are relatively gentle, and the winding Onan River surrounds it.

This is a holy place for the Huns to hold national sacrifices.

To the north of Langjuxu Mountain, there is a slightly shorter mountain, which is Guyan Mountain.

There are herds of cows and horses at the foot of the mountain, which is a natural pasture, and the most fertile land on the grassland is here.

Huo Qubing dismounted at the foot of the mountain.

The surrounding area of ​​the mountain has long been under martial law by the Han army, the army is majestic and solemn, and the front of the soldiers is stirring in the air.

He looked up at the top of the mountain, ready to climb.

Military rituals and offering sacrifices to heaven are not so particular. Dong Zhongshu, Zhou Ping, Jiang Yan and others have already done other preparations in the past few days.

When Huo Qubing came over, he entered the climax directly.

And this morning, the emperor in Chang'an also got up early, dressed in the same costume, wearing a beaded crown on his head, and a jasper brocade belt around his waist.

The land of the Xiongnu country entered the Han Dynasty.

The emperor also held related ceremonies in Chang'an to tell heaven and earth that he would devour the fate of the Huns.

The Imperial Ancestral Temple in Chang'an and Langjuxu Mountain, the two places will start the Fengchan at the same time, echoing across the air.

When Huo Qubing climbed Langjuxu Mountain, the emperor also came to the ancestral temple of Weiyang Palace.

The chimes sounded.

Hundreds of officials, the empress, Liu Qing and others also gathered here.

The luck in the world suddenly boiled.

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