Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 405 The teacher is triumphant, everyone has their own sorrows and joys, hero monument!
Qian, the fourth year of Kaiyuan, the fifth day of the first lunar month
When the news of Dingxiang's great victory and Xieli's capture spread to Chang'an, all the dignitaries, nobles and merchants in the city came to the street to cheer loudly despite the wind and snow.

Even the women in the brothel leaned on the railing and waved for joy.

"Reward! Great reward!"

In Wanchun Hall, Song Que waved his hand when he got the news, his expression was quite passionate.

To be honest, he had predicted that the best outcome of this battle would be that a few of them innately killed all the generals of Xieli and the Turks with their own hands.

But that would easily arouse panic in the surrounding countries, making them share the same hatred,
That kid Huang Lin also said that at their time, it's best not to directly participate in the war, as it will be useless to practice in the future.

But they never expected that the Northern Expedition went so smoothly. It took less than two months from the beginning of Qin Qiong's night attack to the end of the war!
The casualties of soldiers and the consumption of money and food were much lower than expected.

Xu Xingzhi once said at the beginning that no matter whether he wins or loses in this battle, he will need to save money for five years.Now it seems that the problem is not so serious.

Most importantly, Xieli was captured alive!
The impact of this is immeasurable!

No worries for at least 30 years in the North!

What's more, many Turkic Khan kings have requested to include it.

For example, Suni Shixiaohan, who has been stationed in the Yazhang in Hexi, has sent envoys to submit the letter of credence and request it to be enclosed.

Song Zhi also sent someone to send back an urgent report, and Tuli also intended to attach it, but he was still hesitant.

This is because the news of Xieli's capture has not yet spread, otherwise there may be a cloud of followers.

In March, the army of the Northern Expedition returned triumphantly, and Song Que personally led all the civil and military officials out of the city for thirty miles to meet them.

The flags were flying, and all the soldiers of the three armies were in high spirits and their armor was bright.

Kou Zhong rode a bloody horse at the forefront, Zhang Xutuo and Song Zhi were half a horse behind him, and next to him were Li Jing, Shan Xiongxin, Xu Shiji, Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin, Qu Tutong, etc. people.

Behind him are rows of sergeants holding crock pots.

The people on both sides of the official road knew that these were the ashes of the fallen soldiers, and the atmosphere that was still quite chaotic suddenly cooled down.

Although the name of hometown is not posted on the earthen pot, no one knows whether it is their own baby in it.

The dreary atmosphere made the people extremely uneasy, so they looked up one after another, looking for their own children in the team.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back and shouted out.

"Dazhu. Dazhu's father is here, please answer." (Note)
This voice was like a flood opening, causing bursts of shouts.

"Yongqing, Yongqing, where are you?"

"Golden Tiger. Golden Tiger"

"God bless."

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Shouts come and go, endlessly
A total of 11 troops were deployed in this battle. Although the battle damage was minimal, the extreme weather in the Northland, even with the cold-proof clothing that Huang Lin had prepared early, still inevitably led to thousands of non-combat attrition.

In addition, the triumphant team is extremely long, and the soldiers all wear the same armor. If you want to find a specific person in the vast crowd, it is not much easier than finding a needle in a haystack.

Some were lucky and happened to find them at the edge of the team, and Dang even jumped up and down, waving and cheering loudly.

Those who haven't been found will inevitably feel a little flustered in their hearts, but they feel that they may have missed it, so they suppress the waves in their hearts and continue to search carefully in Renjun.

Some people who couldn't bear the pressure started to cry, but they still stared at the passing procession in front of them with hopeful and teary eyes.

Although it was not the first time for Kou Zhong at the front of the line to encounter this kind of situation, he was still a little perturbed in his heart. He looked back at the earthen pots in the hands of the soldiers, his eyes were firm.

"I will not let other countries dare to tease me again in the future!"

He always remembered that when Xu Ziling and Xu Ziling were still in the Pegasus Ranch, the husband said something.

Seeking peace through struggle leads to peaceful existence, and seeking peace through compromise leads to peaceful end.

The peace and stability of the Central Plains are achieved through fighting, and if there is no fighting, the Turks will also look for opportunities to go south.

This is determined by the regional nature of the grassland nomads.

Song Zhi's eyes were full of complexities after hearing Kou Zhong's self-talk.

He is a member of the Emperor Song School, but he also admires Kou Zhong's talent. In recent years, his eldest brother has ignored state affairs, but Kou Zhong has managed Daqian in an orderly manner, and his national strength has also flourished day by day.

Now that there is another big victory, Shi Dao is really hopeless.

With a sudden change in his thoughts, Song Zhi said: "If Your Highness is grateful for these fallen soldiers, why don't you build a temple and set up a shrine and choose a day to worship every year."

What he said made Kou Zhong a little stunned, but luckily he had practiced in court all these years, so there was no slight emotion on his face.

"Uncle Zhi's method is wonderful, but the number of people who can worship in each temple is limited."

There are limited spiritual places that are difficult to place in a family and a temple. Since Dagan left Lingnan, tens of thousands of people died in battle. How should this spiritual place be arranged?
All enshrined among them must not be put down, and the selection based on military merits will also have the meaning of favoring one over another.

That's why Kou Zhong said this.

Song Zhi also thought of this problem in a flash, but he frowned for a while and couldn't think of a proper solution.

It was rare that he took the initiative to speak to Kou Zhong, Kou Zhong did not attack him with words, but said: "Uncle Zhi's method is really good, but there are many joints in it, I need to discuss it with the ministers."

"Haha, this old man just came up on a whim, and there must be some omissions, just to give His Highness a direction." Song Zhi stroked his beard and smiled with a rather heroic expression.

Although the strategy was not adopted on the spot, Kou Zhong received the signal, and immediately said: "Uncle Zhi's strategy is indeed very good. After Gu and all the ministers perfect it, it will be of great use!"

Song Zhi bowed slightly on the horse, "Your Highness is wise!"

But he was thinking in his heart that after all, the teacher's way is unintentional, but the Central Plains is the place of the heart, and the Song family cannot be excluded from the center of power.

Zhang Xutuo, who was waiting next to him, was bewildered by the cloudy words of the two people. At this time, Song Que's Yu Huo appeared in front of him, and the two of them immediately fell silent.

When Song Que came out from the imperial court, there was a burst of "Wan Sheng" in the field like a tsunami.

"Soldiers, work hard!"

Song Que's voice was not loud, but it steadily overwhelmed all the voices in the room, and everyone felt that he was speaking beside them.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!" The emperor is really a rare thing at this time, the sight of Tianyan has made all the soldiers confused, not to mention that Song Que personally bowed his fists and saluted them.

For a while, the voice of "Wan Sheng" on the official road was endless.

"Mr. Zhao!" Song Que looked at Zhang Xutuo after his voice became quieter, and said, "It's my good fortune to have Mr. Zhao here!"

Zhang Xutuo immediately got off his horse, clasped his fists and replied: "Your Majesty has praised you. This battle depends on His Highness's trust and the life of the three armies. Xu Tuo dare not be greedy for credit!"

Song Que was obviously very happy, and kept saying, "Everything is fine! Everything is fine!"

Afterwards, he turned his head and asked Kou Zhong, "Did Jieli bring anything?"

This is for the people to see.

After Jieli was captured in Huaiyuan, he was escorted to Chang'an, but before dawn today, he was again dressed up in a distressed appearance as he escaped from the battlefield, and sent to Kou Zhong's triumphant team.

"Father, wait a moment!" Kou Zhong answered with cupped fists, then turned around and shouted: "Bring Jieli!"

"Bai Jieli~~~" The attendant immediately sent a message behind him.

After a while, the disgraced Xieli father and son were brought to the front.

Jieli thought that he would be killed by Song Que on the spot, but Song Que said, "You Jieli Khan is also a Turkic lord, and his status is no different from that of the emperor of the Central Plains. Now I give you the honor of being my grand master." How about returning to King Yi?"

How dare Xieli refuse to accept the situation when someone is a swordsman and I am a fisherman?Immediately fell to the ground, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"

"Well, let's go to the city!" Song Que nodded.

The team entered the city from Anhua Gate and went up Suzaku Avenue.

Even if the Suzaku Avenue was forty feet wide, it still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of those people.

There were endless shouts and screams, and even dozens of people broke into the royal road.

The team walked slowly all the way, and finally arrived at Guangming Avenue in front of Suzaku Gate.

This is the intersection of the two widest streets in Chang'an City - Suzaku Street and Guangming Street.

Two avenues with a width of 40 feet and 30 feet form a very spacious square here.

Most people call it Suzaku Square.

Jieli's prisoner offering ceremony was held here in front of the people of Chang'an.

After the incident, Song Que and Kou Zhong brought a group of civil and military ministers to Daxing Hall.

After Song Que rewarded the generals and praised Kou Zhong for free, Kou Zhong made an exception.

"Your Majesty, my son has something to announce."

"speak!"

"My son wants to build a shrine for the fallen soldiers, but the shrine can only hold a limited amount of spiritual seats, so..."

Song Que understood his intention in an instant, and immediately looked at the officials in the court, "What do you think about the Young Master's strategy?"

"Very good!"

"Young Master loves soldiers like sons!"

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All the ministers praised him one after another, but no one said anything to solve Kou Zhong's problem, so he had to let it go.

When Kou Zhong came to the National Teacher's Mansion to thank Huang Lin the next day, after bringing this matter up, Huang Lin smiled and said, "It's easy!"

"Sir, do you have a good plan?!" Kou Zhong asked in surprise.

"Establish a stone pillar in Zhuque Square, engraved with the list of soldiers who died in battle, and those who have special service can set up a stele to pass on it, so as not to delay the people from coming to worship their own heroes. For a while, the royal family can lead their officials to worship here."

After a pause, Huang Lin continued: "This stele should be retired with the country!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kou Zhong stood up and exclaimed loudly, "Good!"

This move not only solved the problem of the capacity of the temple, but also made it convenient for the people to worship.

More importantly, what a great honor it is to be able to leave your name behind and die with the country?He felt his blood boiling just thinking about it, let alone those ordinary soldiers?
"Sir, this method is very good! I don't know what the name of this monument should be?"

"Hero Monument, how about it?"

"good!"

(End of this chapter)