My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?.

Chapter 803: Treat soldiers like mud and love them like sons! I have no regrets in my life if I can have you die for me!
"Everyone, run! The fool just passed on the news that the king is not going to attend the palace banquet but will go back to the palace directly. Don't wait until the king enters the palace before we are ready!"

"Make three more pots of meat soup! The night is already cold, don't let the people who come to welcome the emperor starve or freeze, and don't let their hearts be chilled!"

"Put away the torches. I have already said this when the Lord returned triumphantly last time. The Chang'an Palace does not need to rely on extravagance to save face!"

The sky was gloomy, but the entire Chang'an Palace was filled with celebration.

Torches were lined up all the way from the gate of Chang'an Jun's Mansion, illuminating the way back from Chang'an Jun's Mansion to the outside of Chang'an Township.

In the north of Chang'an Township, a large number of Qin people who came from all directions were waiting at the entrance of Chang'an Township, making the north of Chang'an Township so crowded that there was no end in sight!

It even attracted the villagers of Chang'an to spontaneously provide protection along the way, using their flesh and blood to block all outsiders from the roadside.

Suddenly, a loud shout caught everyone's attention.

"Chang'an Jun! Chang'an Jun has returned in triumph!"

Tens of thousands of eyes looked towards the north, and saw more than 200 flames arranged in a neat line, slowly moving towards the direction of Chang'an Township.

An old man could no longer control his emotions. He ran a few steps and knelt down on the roadside, crying out in grief: "Thirty-seven years ago, my grandfather died at the hands of Zhao's army. Twenty-seven years ago, my father died at the hands of Zhao's army. Fifteen years ago, my eldest and second sons died at the hands of Zhao's army. Three years ago, my eldest grandson, second grandson, and third son died at the hands of Zhao's army."

"I am left to live in this world. Even if I want to take revenge with my life, I am no longer able to go to the battlefield!"

"Today, Lord Chang'an will destroy Zhao in one battle and avenge this old man's blood feud!"

"I can never repay this kindness even if I die a thousand times!"

Led by the old father-in-law, more and more people knelt on the ground. The noise at the scene became increasingly noisy, making it impossible to hear what they were saying.

Only the joy and relief of revenge soared to the sky!

Finally, the noise of thousands of words condensed into a deafening cry:

"Thank you, Lord Chang'an, for your kindness! We would never be able to repay you even if we die!"

Such a widespread and heartfelt thank you is enough to excite anyone and make them stand up and give a positive response.

However, they only heard Ying Chengjiao's sad voice: "Get off the horse!"

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Ying Chengjiao dismounted from his horse at the starting point of the road with torches, and then took the reins of the spare horse at his side.

Many spectators then realized that Ying Chengjiao's horse was pulling a flatbed cart, and on the cart were four coffins neatly stacked!

Behind Ying Chengjiao, Bafu, Guafu and other family soldiers dismounted from their horses and took up their spare horses like Ying Chengjiao, and their spare horses also carried the coffins like Ying Chengjiao!

The cries from Chang'an Xiangbei gradually faded away, replaced by a solemn and sad atmosphere.

Under the gazes of many people, Ying Chengjiao walked silently to the entrance of Chang'an Township and spoke with a trembling voice: "In this battle, the men of Chang'an Township repeatedly defeated powerful enemies, rushed to support their comrades, blocked pursuit, and killed generals in battle. This made the people of Zhao tremble and the people of Yan tremble with fear!"

"In this battle, our Chang'an men beheaded a total of 3,793 enemy heads, including 39 five-hundred masters, 11 two-hundred-five-hundred masters, two captains, eight doctors, and one prime minister!"

Unless necessary, Ying Chengjiao would not lead his soldiers to charge into battle.

Once Ying Chengjiao led his soldiers to charge, it meant that the situation had reached a critical moment where they had to risk everything, and the soldiers under Ying Chengjiao's command would certainly be tasked with the most difficult combat tasks.

The fact that a thousand men killed 3,793 enemy leaders was enough to make outsiders dumbfounded.

The value and power of these heads can make people all over the world take notice!
But, what is the cost?
The sadness in Ying Chengjiao's voice could no longer be concealed, and his eyes sparkled: "In this battle, a thousand men from Chang'an will follow me!"

"Today, I am bringing 215 men to escort 785 of my comrades."

"go home!"

On the battlefield, Ying Chengjiao watched his family soldiers die in front of him without changing his expression. He even asked other family soldiers to continue to follow him into battle, to fill the most brutal front lines, and to fight with the most elite enemy forces.

But how could Ying Chengjiao not be sad!

They are the sons who grew up under Ying Chengjiao's watch, the disciples who were trained by Ying Chengjiao himself, and the arms that Ying Chengjiao dared to entrust his life to!

However, a brutal battle to destroy Zhao resulted in the death of 785 family soldiers!

Ying Chengjiao remembered the name, hobbies, ambitions and family members of every family soldier, but now he didn't know how to face the expectant, anxious or desperate eyes of their families.

Ying Chengjiao could only lower his head like an ostrich to avoid those gazes, and personally dragged the bodies of the four family soldiers who died to help him block the knife and stepped onto the land of Chang'an Township.

Bafu, Guafu and other family soldiers were already in tears, shouting hoarsely:

"brothers!"

“I’m home!!!”

Tens of thousands of outsiders who had come to Chang'an Township in person to express their gratitude watched this scene with tears streaming down their faces.

In a trance, they thought of their family members who also died on the battlefield and at the hands of the Zhao people!
The atmosphere of sadness became more and more intense, and tens of thousands of foreigners and Chang'an villagers shouted in unison:

"The soul is back!"

A four-year-old child broke free from his mother's arms and ran to Ying Chengjiao. He looked up at him and asked anxiously, "Your Majesty! Who is this, old man?"

Ying Chengjiao's nose felt sore and he said softly, "Ao'er, I'm sorry."

"Duanfu..." Ao'er's father was lying in the carriage behind Ying Chengjiao, but Ying Chengjiao didn't know how to tell Ao'er this fact.

Ao'er looked around among the soldiers for a long time, then said with some disappointment, "Isn't Aung back yet?"

After Ying Chengjiao moved his lips several times, he could only whisper again: "Ao'er, I'm sorry."

Ying Chengjiao claims to be good at lobbying, but he really doesn't know what he can say!
Ao'er looked up, looked at Ying Chengjiao seriously and said, "My grandfather always told me that if the king returned home and I didn't go with him, I should study hard and practice martial arts, and I must protect the king on his behalf!"

"My Lord, where on earth did Aweng go?"

"Eh, why don't you continue to protect Jun Shang?"

Holding Ao'er in his arms, Ying Chengjiao choked with sobs!

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty! Your Majesty, are you crying?!"

A woman who looked to be over thirty but was actually less than twenty years old ran over and half-knelt down and said sadly but firmly: "Your Majesty, Ao'er is still young and offended you."

"Please don't take it to heart, Your Majesty."

Ao'er broke free from Ying Chengjiao's embrace, huddled in the woman's arms and said with a smile, "Mother, your Majesty is crying!"

The woman held Ao'er in her arms, looking at the coffins, her voice becoming more gentle: "My dear, it is often said that being able to follow Chang'an Jun is a blessing for three lifetimes."

"Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I won't let the thieves harm Chang'an Jun even a hair."

"If I could see Your Majesty return home safely, I would laugh heartily and drink three glasses of wine even if I were in the underworld!"

Ying Chengjiao's time back home was not long, but it was enough for the villagers of Chang'an Township to confirm whether their families had returned victoriously.

After all, there were really not many people who followed Ying Chengjiao in his triumphant return.

Looking at Ying Chengjiao's tears and listening to the words of Ao'er and his mother, all the villagers of Chang'an who had lost their relatives in the war bowed their heads and said sincerely: "It is a great honor to die for the Lord of Chang'an!"

They may not be well educated, but they are neither stupid nor blind.

They could see the changes that Ying Chengjiao brought to Chang'an Township after he was granted the title of Chang'an Township, and they could also see Ying Chengjiao's kindness and even... respect for them!
Treat them as human beings, not as cattle and horses!

Apart from Ying Chengjiao, which other nobleman would care about their sacrifice?

Although they are stingy with themselves and love their families.

But if one of their father, son, husband or themselves must die with Ying Chengjiao.

More than 99% of the villagers in Chang'an Township would choose to sacrifice themselves without hesitation to save Ying Chengjiao.

The remaining villagers will choose to sacrifice themselves to save Ying Chengjiao after weighing the pros and cons!
They are willing to repay Ying Chengjiao's kindness with their own lives. They also believe that Ying Chengjiao will treat their families who are left in the human world well, and will even ask the earth to treat them well in the underworld!

Facing those pairs of passionate and sincere eyes, Ying Chengjiao had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end he could only bow and say: "I have no regrets in this life if you guys die for me!"

Not daring to stay any longer, Ying Chengjiao led his family soldiers and his comrades and set off on the journey home amid the admiring and grateful gazes of the villagers on both sides.

It was not until Ying Chengjiao saw the figure standing inside the mansion gate that he could no longer control his emotions. He rushed into the mansion gate like a gust of wind and hugged the figure in his arms.

"Mother concubine!"

Feeling the wetness on her shoulder, Mrs. Han's eyes turned slightly red.

Including the gains and deaths in battle, more than two million souls from the seven enemy and friendly countries fell on the shoulders of Ying Chengjiao alone!
Over 70% of our soldiers were killed in this battle, which shows how dangerous the battle on the front line was!

How could Mrs. Han not feel distressed?

Holding back tears, Mrs. Han gently patted Ying Chengjiao's back and comforted him in a warm voice: "Okay, okay!"

"The beef and radish are almost stewed to pieces!"

Ying Chengjiao raised his head a little: "Beef?"

Madam Han smiled and said, "Today there happens to be a sacrifice, so I sent a maid to get some beef."

"The three little stars volunteered to cook this dish for my son. I wonder if it will suit his taste."

As she spoke, Mrs. Han stepped out of Ying Chengjiao's arms and smiled at the person behind her.

Ji Wei, who had been waiting for a long time, ran to Ying Chengjiao's side with her long legs, wrapped her arms around Ying Chengjiao's waist and abdomen, and cried out in a sad voice: "Master, I am worried about you!"

Gui Ling's legs were shorter, so she simply rushed forward with the ball and crashed into Ying Chengqiu's arms. She took out a piece of honey Changchu cake from somewhere with her right hand and stuffed it into Ying Chengqiu's hand. She said in a soft voice, "My lord has been rushing back to the mansion without stopping. Eat some cakes first."

Mi Tian started the earliest, but she deliberately gave up the best position, went around behind Ying Chengjiao, hugged Ying Chengjiao from behind, and whispered softly: "Master, welcome back home."

In an instant, all the depression in Ying Chengjiao's heart disappeared.

Looking at the three women around him, Ying Chengjiao was silent for a few breaths and finally squeezed out a word from between his teeth:
"My Lord, the old wound has not healed yet!"

Looking from afar at the three women who were in a panic and Ying Chengjiao who was grimacing in pain, Madam Han smiled faintly:

"Look, it's alive."

(End of this chapter)