Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 157 Memorial and Inheritance

Under Atush, oh no!It should be called Polu City now, and even the Boguzi River that flows through Xia Artush has been changed to Polu River.

The reason why it is not called Pohu City is because Li Shengtian himself has a large amount of Scythian blood, and strictly speaking, he is also a Hu. Therefore, the Jin Kingdom of Khotan does not use the derogatory name of Hu'er, and generally uses Yiyu or Lu.

Li Shengtian has already gone back, because he is still busy taking over the various tribes around Shule, and more importantly, he has to control the sectarian vendettas and conflicts that have begun to spread to Shache, Jiashi and other places.

By the Polu River, which is where Zhang Zhao originally set up the formation, the high platform built by Li Shengtian has been demolished, and the place has been restored to its original appearance.

Seven days had passed, and the blood-soaked black and purple hadn't completely disappeared, and the incompleteness of various swords, swords, halberds and arrows still covered the entire battlefield.

"The soul is back! The soul is back!"

For the Chinese, the first seven days are an extremely important date after death, so Zhang Zhao chose this time to commemorate the souls of the dead.

The familiar "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" sounded, and Zhang Zhao took the lead in reciting it together. Beside him stood two monks who looked like eminent monks.

One is the presiding officer of Khotan Wang Temple with a haggard face but bright eyes, Li Shengtian's uncle Wang, and Master Sinhala Rama Tripitaka.

The other is an old monk who is tall and tall, but looks extremely weak. That is the last abbot of Shule Dayun Temple that Li Qilang and others have been trying to rescue, and the only living disciple of the last Anxi monk official in the Tang Dynasty Master Daozhen.

After chanting sutras, Zhang Zhao personally packed up the ashes of the soldiers who died in the battle, and recorded them one by one.

As for the Khotan palace guards and the three followers who died in battle, they will be buried according to the customs of Khotan and Shule.

Unfortunately, all the soldiers from Shandu have come, even Wang Tongtong, who was almost turned into ashes after staying in Shule to recover from his injuries, also came. On the Khotan palace guard side, Liu Zaisheng, who had just escaped a catastrophe, was also carried away by his subordinates. come over.

Behind them, there was a group of people who tried their best to suppress the sound of crying and wore all kinds of rough clothes standing far away. These people were relatives who died in the battle.

In this battle, more than [-] civilians who were in charge of transporting supplies to the Fengtian Army died. Most of them were semi-forced by Zhang Zhao to go to the front row, and then suffered two crucial waves of arrow rain and were killed. shot dead.

For these people, Zhang Zhao felt very sorry. The Fengtian Army, including the soldiers of Regret Shandu, died in battle. This can be said to be their fate and their duty. As professional soldiers, they went to the battlefield, and they had already prepared in their hearts.

But these civilian husbands, they don't have to die. If Zhang Zhao didn't let them go, if Zhang Zhao didn't encourage them, they wouldn't die here at all.

After paying homage to the soldiers who died in the battle, Zhang Zhao walked slowly, and in the eyes of everyone puzzled, he slowly knelt down on one knee in front of these relatives.

"The governor doesn't need to be like this!"

"What is Erlang Jun doing here?"

Surprised shouts came from around. From the perspective of people in this era, it is absolutely unacceptable for a person like Zhang Zhao to kneel down for these mud legs. Let them come here to pay homage together. It is extremely merciful.

In fact, Zhang Zhao still has this consideration. No matter what the behavior is, it is better not to exceed the scope of etiquette in the current era, so he only kneels on one knee, not both knees.

But when he knelt down, not only the people around him were greatly surprised, but the people he knelt on one knee were even more frightened!
Thousands of poor farmers and herdsmen from Khotan and Shule, old and young, were frightened and knelt down to Zhang Zhao and kowtowed frantically. They were terrified and didn't know what Zhang Zhao wanted to do.

"It's not that I don't know the dignity of the upper and lower, and it's not that they are worthy of a certain kneeling, that certain is the one who fought bloody battles with us seven days ago.

Although they are civilian husbands, they have also fought bloody battles with us. That is Paoze. The bloody battle is very important for the victory of this battle, but the hundreds of civilian husbands who died here also contributed a lot!

They are just poor people who were conscripted. They could not have died here, they could have gone home to reunite with their families, but they fought here because of me, and died here, so they should kneel down. Kneel their heroic spirits! "

After kneeling down, Zhang Zhao stood up, looked at the two masters and dozens of soldiers behind him, and said loudly.

This is not a performance, but his sincere words. At that time, the situation was critical. If these peasants were not half-forced and half-coaxed to come forward, it is estimated that the two waves of arrows raining down and the armored cavalry charging into the formation might have really stacked him. It was flushed away.

So he is right to say that these folks have meritorious service. Although Zhang Zhao will definitely do the same thing back in time, the guilt in his heart, a knot in his heart, must be solved by himself.

Although kneeling and monetary compensation cannot replace the lost life, it can always make the living, whether it is Zhang Zhao or the folk husbands and relatives in front of him, feel better.

"Loyal old man, Wu Yuan'er, come here, and according to the promise made at that time, the reward of three silver coins per person who died in the battle will be distributed according to the registered roster!"

"Thank you, my lord!"

"Thank you, Master Burke!"

After Zhang Zhao said this, he knelt on the ground and trembled. The horror on the faces of the folks who didn't know what fate they were about to experience began to fade, and some even smiled.

Three handfuls of silver coins are worth at least thirty or forty pennies, which is almost equivalent to four hundred and fifty thousand in later generations. For an ordinary family, it is also a large amount of wealth.

"Cousin, let's see if there are any orphans left by the civilian husbands who died in the war. Find out all those under 12 years old. These are raised by someone. If they become talents in the future, they will be enough to comfort the heroic spirits!"

Yin Yaozi nodded, Zhang Zhao also mentioned this plan to him, to recruit orphans to cultivate them, and then make them his confidants, this is also a common practice in the Five Dynasties.

"Hei Gou, come here!" Zhang Zhao waved at Hei Gou after taking the tablet of Zhang Zhao, son of Huo, who was the first soldier to die in Sandu, to die.

"This is one of the most valiant warriors in a mountain of regret. Are you willing to inherit his incense and legacy?"

The reason why the black dog was chosen was not the yellow sheep, because the black dog looked like a Han, while the yellow sheep was a typical Uyghur look.

Although Huo Sheng'er Zhang Zhao himself didn't know whether he was a Han Chinese, a Tibetan, a Tuyuhun, or something else?

But for Zhang Zhao, he must find a stepson for Huo Sheng'er who looks like a Han Chinese. This is political correctness.

"Hei Gou'er is willing. From now on, he will be my father! My surname will be Zhang!"

Heigou'er is of course willing. This cunning boy understands very well that at his age, without an adult, it is very difficult to survive, and Zhang Zhao is not only raised by someone, but is likely to flourish in the future.

Zhang Zhao nodded, and put the tablet into Heigou'er's hand.

"Then you will be the son of the Nanyang Zhang family from now on. I will name you Zhang Zheng'an, which is the name of the next generation of my Nanyang Zhang family. An, I hope you can grow up safely and live up to your father's famous name!"

Heigou'er knelt down immediately, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Zhang Zhao. From now on, he is no longer an orphan without father and mother, but the son of an elite warrior who is under the command of Duke Fengtian. He is a son of an honorable official who is qualified to inherit the glory of his parents.

"Excellent! Words must be carried out, never forgetting the past, righteousness and incense, this is a great kindness!

The benevolence of the Duke of the county is quite compatible with my Buddha. When the prince can spare time, he must go to the Samoruo Temple in Khotan City. The poor monk should be my disciple of the Buddha in the land of Anxi, thank you the prince! "

Sanzang Dharma Master Sinhala Rama sighed with folded hands, and Zhang Zhao also nodded to him.

Now that Shule has been defeated and the biggest threat facing Buddhism in Khotan has been eliminated, the original promise of Sinhala Rama, the monk soldiers and the recognition of him as the apostolic garan, will be fulfilled.

"As soon as the matter here is over, Xinnan will immediately go to Sumoruo Temple to listen to the master's teaching!"

(End of this chapter)