I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 396: One general's success is the result of thousands of sacrifices! The demon becomes my concubine!
The land of gentleness is intoxicating.

What a depraved day!

Han Shao straightened his clothes to get rid of the smell of makeup.

When he was sitting in the study, he slapped his head.

Leg essence is a hindrance!
"I forgot to mention Tushan Feixuan!"

I wanted to get up and go back to Su Shuyuan to talk things over with Yu Xuanji.

But then he saw Lu Yan, dressed in armor, striding closer and bowing with his fists clasped.

"Your Excellency."

I have to say that men are indeed a little different after getting married.

His clothes and appearance are much neater and cleaner.

It was obviously the result of careful care by the woman in the family.

This is quite different from the image of rough men in the army in the past.

Han Shao looked at his trusted confidant with emotion and waved his hand for him to stand up.

"Have the casualties from this battle been sorted out?"

Lu Yan stood up and nodded.

"It's ready. Please have a look."

After saying this, he took out the thick list from his arms and held it in front of Han Shao with both hands.

In fact, this matter should have been handled by the Military Department, one of the Six Departments.

However, during this period of time, the Military Department had to cooperate with Secretary Lang Zhou Xuan to prepare for the Northern Expedition, and there were many things to do.

In desperation, he could only ask Lu Yan's personal guard camp to find some scholars to do this.

Han Shaoguang waved his sleeves, and the thick list appeared on the desk in front of him.

The list expands.

The first things that caught his eye were the old soldiers who died in the Xianzhen Camp.

Looking at those familiar names, Han Shao felt a little blocked in his throat.

Those faces of laughter, anger and scolding instantly appeared in my mind.

For a moment, the calls from "Sima" to "Houye" seemed to still echo in my ears.

Escape from death in the snow and wind on the grassland.

The success and glory of Ma Ta Long Cheng.

Zhenbei Tower celebrates success...

In a sense, without them, there would be no Han Shao today.

But now…the original three hundred riders are becoming fewer and fewer.

Maybe even less in the future.

"Is this what it means when one general succeeds, thousands of men die?"

Han Shao was stunned, and his movements paused.

Seeing this, Lu Yan in front of him comforted him.

"My Lord, I am sorry for your loss."

He said this with a serious look.

"It is our lifelong honor to die for your great cause!"

"They go first today, and Yan can die tomorrow! I will die without regrets!"

Han Shao came back to his senses after hearing this and glared at him.

"What bullshit are you talking about!"

"How many times have I told you this! You must live! Only by living can you share wealth and honor with me!"

"What's the point of dying!"

As he said this, he saw that the guy was stiffening his neck, obviously not listening.

Han Shao threw the jade pen in his hand angrily.

"Damn it! They are all fucking stupid!"

"I've never seen you guys so stupid!"

As his status became more and more prominent, Han Shao rarely swore anymore.

After this almost cathartic scolding, Han Shao wanted to drink some tea to calm himself, but he found that there was no tea prepared on the table, and he became even more angry.

"Yunchan! Yunchan! Where's my tea?"

It was not until a frightened-looking maid came in from outside that he remembered.

Several months ago, Yun Chan had been sent to the Holy Mountain by him.

"Damn it! I'm so pissed off!"

Han Shao cursed in his heart.

Then he waved his hand and asked the frightened waitress to go away.

"Find the best painter to create statues for those old brothers."

"Then let them serve in our family temple and share some of the incense offerings."

Lu Yan did not feel surprised at the first half of Han Shao's words.

Everyone knows that the prince is a sentimental person.

It is also normal to draw portraits of the old brothers in the Xianzhen Camp for remembrance.

But the second half of the sentence left me stunned.

When he reacted, his face turned pale.

"Your Excellency, this is against etiquette!"

The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs.

This shows the importance of "sacrifice".

As Han Shao was a vassal of Dayong, the Han family temple was almost equivalent to the ancestral temple.

What qualifications do outsiders have to enjoy it?
Han Shao heard this and scolded angrily.

"Get lost! What a bullshit etiquette!"

"In my place, my words are the greatest gift! The greatest law!"

Having said that, Han Shao simply said.

"Pass on my words!"

"From now on, all those who have made great contributions and died will be like today's story!"

Hearing Han Shao's words, Lu Yan struggled for a while.

After a moment, he finally responded reluctantly.

"Here."

Despite this helplessness, he was actually feeling sentimental and excited.

After all, according to what the Lord has said, if I am unfortunate in the future, I will definitely be qualified to enjoy the Lord's ancestral temple.

With such glory and grace, what loyal person would not be moved?
Ignoring Lu Yan's changing expression, Han Shao finally turned to the page that recorded the old soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp.

Looking at the lists that he couldn't finish reading in such a short time, Han Shao suddenly didn't want to read them anymore.

Han Shao closed the list in his hand and his eyes. When he opened them again, he gave the order directly.

"Find a good piece of land in the city and build a memorial tablet according to the regulations of Zhenliao City."

"When the time comes, I will personally write the inscription and preside over the ceremony for them."

"That's one of them."

Lu Yan looked solemn and listened attentively.

"Second, all the compensation for the fallen soldiers must be paid as soon as possible. Not a single cent should be missed."

When Han Shao said this, his sharp eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent.

"Pass on my intentions."

"My soldiers shed blood for me. If anyone dares to make them cry, they will cry in their graves."

"I will twist the heads of his entire family and make them apologize!"

Hearing Han Shao's words, Lu Yan's expression was moved.

And Han Shao continued.

"Third, I promised before this battle."

"I will take good care of the orphans of all the soldiers who died in battle."

"I would like to study literature and go to the Mohist Academy to study in the future."

"If they want to follow their father's and grandfather's wishes and join the army, let them join the newly built Yulin Camp..."

"If I have time, I will personally teach them how to practice and fight."

"As for the Yulin Camp..."

Having said that, Han Shao paused and looked at Lu Yan.

"You will take charge of it for now."

It was only a temporary command, but nominally it was led by Han Shao himself.

Lu Yan is not a fool, he already knows the difference.

"Don't worry, my lord. Yan Ding will not let you down."

Han Shao was naturally relieved about Lu Yan.

After all, if he was thick-skinned and bolder, he could even call Han Shao "brother-in-law".

There is no need to explain the close relationship between the two.

After responding like this, Lu Yan thought that Han Shao had finished explaining everything.

But I never expected that Han Shao would suddenly say after a brief silence.

"By the way, have you compiled a list of the sons of the noble families in the city who died in this battle?"

Lu Yan was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered.

Those who died in this battle were not just the soldiers.

When the barbarian dogs' attack was at its most frenzied, many of the noble families also came forward to resist.

There were also many deaths.

However, there were calculations of interests and threats from Han Shao, the Marquis of the Champion, so they were not included in the list when it was compiled.

"My Lord, no."

Han Shao heard this and then said.

"Sort it out."

After saying that, he said again.

"These wealthy families have no shortage of wealth, so they won't give them pensions."

“Give them a plaque of [Home of Heroes] to honor their achievements.”

Not to mention that Han Shao is short of money now and can't afford to take out too much money.

Even if I can afford it, I won’t give it to you.

These noble families have been sucking blood from this land for so many years. Han Shao is merciful by not cutting them off and letting them bleed. However, merit is merit.

Since these people died defending their territory, they have made great contributions.

Wealth may not be given, but reputation must be given.

Not only should we give, but we should also give it in a grand manner.

Because this is also a shackle that Han Shao put on their necks.

After all, only a 'gentleman' can deceive others with his own tactics, right?

Han Shao curled the corners of his mouth.

Lu Yan naturally didn't understand what was hidden in Han Shao's smile, and he was too lazy to think about it.

As the commander of the royal guards, all he had to do was follow orders.

So he bowed again, clasped his fists, said "yes", and hurriedly turned and left.

Although the four points Han Shao explained today did not seem urgent, he was anxious.

He could see that the prince was eager to launch a northern expedition and that it would be carried out soon.

If things are not done, it will delay my trip.

I'm afraid that even if he dies, he will still have regrets!

How many years has it been? How many years has it been since the people of Dayongwu truly dominated that vast grassland?

And now, a complete transformation is finally about to take place!

If they cannot personally practice and restore their former glory and power, how can they be worthy of the blood and sacrifices of generations of Youzhou people?
So this time, Lu Yan must go on the Northern Expedition!

Looking at Lu Yan's hurriedly leaving back, Han Shao lowered his eyes again and glanced at the list on the table in front of him.

The smile on his lips gradually faded and finally turned into a sigh.

In fact, he had already seen this list.

Leave your name in the heavenly book.

He already knew how many names had come up after World War I.

And I'm mentally prepared.

But when these names appeared outside, Han Shao still felt a sense of suffocation.

"There will always be casualties in war..."

……

The next day, dusk.

Another new bride enters the house.

It was exactly the opposite of what happened when Shangguan Zhi entered the mansion yesterday.

There was no festive red carpet leading the way, and no soldiers welcoming us.

People outside didn’t even know that there was a new lady in their prince’s mansion.

This is also easy to understand.

The Tushan tribe in Qingqiu is a special one and it is not suitable for them to make a big show of themselves.

When a whole family migrates, it must be done in secret to avoid any complications along the way.

But he was silent when he entered the mansion, but it was a completely different scene after he entered.

The side courtyard allocated to Tushan Feixuan was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and large "囍" characters were posted everywhere.

The bright-colored maids she brought with her held flower baskets in their hands and walked along the festive red carpet laid out in the mansion, spreading flowers all the way.

Han Shao was somewhat dissatisfied with her flamboyance.

But this woman spoke with confidence.

"I am an Eighth Realm Heavenly Demon after all! I will be content to be your concubine."

"Don't you even have the most decent qualifications?"

"Besides, I didn't spend any of your money!"

He calls me "old mother" all the time.

He is full of bandit spirit, even more than Han Shao.

Where is the slightest bit of the charm and enchantment that we had when we first met?
Han Shao was in a trance and felt as if he had been cheated.

But he was unable to refute Tushan Feixuan's words.

Being a concubine in the Eight Realms is indeed unfair.

It is also true that I spent my own money to organize it.

He was just somewhat envious of the considerable wealth of this eighth-level celestial demon who had lived for nearly a hundred years.

There is no other way. Paying pensions to soldiers killed in battle, building the Mohist Academy...which of these things does not require a huge amount of money?

Chen Wenjun's seemingly generous dowry could only give Han Shao a chance to breathe in the face of the huge hole created by these money-eating beasts.

In the blink of an eye, he once again found himself in the embarrassing predicament of being strapped for cash.

But he still has to have some shame after all.

After hinting to Tushan Feixuan twice, seeing that she was indifferent, he was too lazy to mention it again.

But Tushan Feixuan still underestimated someone's pettiness.

After welcoming her into the side courtyard and completing certain necessary courtesies, he left the courtyard without looking back.

Tushan Feixuan, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, sat upright at the head of the bed, staring at the red candle in front of her, which was burning up bit by bit.

Until the sky turned white.

The shyness, nervousness and embarrassment of a newly married woman also dissipated little by little.

What replaced it was endless shame and anger.

"Han Shao! You are going too far!"

Tushan Feixuan, who had been alone in her empty room and waiting all night, was furious.

The ambition and brutality hidden in the demon race erupted, making her wish she could smash everything she had painstakingly arranged into pieces.

But in the end she couldn't bear to do it.

She is a demon, and an eighth-level celestial demon who has lived for nearly a hundred years.

But she is also a girl.

He has been living in the world as a fox for many years, practicing hard and not falling, but the time he has truly experienced the complexity of the human world is actually not long.

So in fact, she still had a beautiful fantasy in her heart.

Just like when she first met Han Shao, she called him a hero in the world.

In fact, it is not just flattery or perfunctory remarks.

But it is an emotion from the heart.

At the age of twenty, he became the first immortal in the Jiazi period, and before he was even twenty he became a celestial being again.

In the championship battle, the law domain was established and all nine immortals were killed.

Afterwards, he repaired the crack in the sky with his own hands and fought against Wuhuan Khan Shibi. In a moment, he cut off nine of his heads and returned!

Such terrifying talent and such remarkable military achievements.

If a man like this is not worthy of being called a hero, who can be?

And as a girl, who wouldn’t be tempted?
Otherwise, even if it meant risking the lives of her clan, why would she willingly marry someone else as a concubine?

What's more, she had the shamelessness to share a husband with her own disciple?
So, all the seemingly unreasonable stories in this world actually have their own reasons.

At this moment, despite her anger, she actually felt more helpless and depressed.

"Could it be that...I am really not worthy of your eyes?"

She had seen the portrait of the fox ancestor who was the mother of the country in her tribe.

She asked herself if she was inferior to that old ancestor in any way.

She had even seen the portrait of the legendary fox ancestor of the Su clan who brought disaster to the world.

I also don’t feel that I’m weak in any way.

But even so, that person was unwilling to look at her even more!
After much difficulty, she forced him to agree to let her enter his house, but he just left her here and ignored her.

Tushan Feixuan was indignant, angry, and unwilling to accept it.

So at this moment she just wanted to make things clear with him.

Even if I have to catch him, I have to bring him here...Bridal chamber!
Tushan Feixuan was so angry that she even ignored the gap in strength between her and Han Shao.

She took light steps and was about to go out to look for Han Shao.

Just at this moment, Chen Wenjun and a group of female servants came over early in the morning.

He looked around for a while and suddenly burst out laughing.

"It seems that the teacher stayed alone in the empty room last night?"

There is no doubt that Chen Wenjun came here to laugh at her teacher.

Tushan Feixuan gritted her teeth.

Evil!

If this evil disciple hadn't been protected by that bastard, she would have wanted to clean up the mess herself.

Looking at the group of maids from the palace surrounding her, Tushan Feixuan clenched her pink fists under her bright red wedding gown, and her face turned pale and purple for a while.

After a moment, she suddenly smiled charmingly.

"What nonsense?"

"Last night, my dear, you were so kind to me. Your teacher must have been so happy."

As she spoke, Tushan Feixuan quickly used her Heavenly Demon Divine Sense to absorb the aura from an object that Han Shao usually used.

Then he blends in with himself, trying to get away with it and save face.

I have to say, the Eight Realms Heavenly Demon is still the Eight Realms Heavenly Demon.

This little trick comes easily to me.

With Chen Wenjun's eyesight as a real person of the Yuanshen Sect, he naturally could not see any flaws.

After a moment of stiffness, his face suddenly revealed a smile that was almost identical to Tushan Feixuan's.

"In that case, can you let me go in and take a look?"

Whenever there is a war, there will be remains of the battlefield.

You will know at a glance.

As soon as these words came out, Tushan Feixuan's heart suddenly became flustered.

She is an expert in illusion, but how can she transform herself if she has never seen or experienced it?

But for the sake of face, she pretended to be calm and insisted.

"Look if you want!"

……

There is nothing to do at home, and people are bored, so they just look for things to do.

So Han Shao was too lazy to care about these messy things.

His army is back.

For this reason, he didn't even bother to take care of the bridal chamber and hurried to marry her.

……

(End of this chapter)