The Summoning World of the Great Qin Empire

Chapter 1876 I am with you
Fusu reined in his horse and walked to the side of the road. The horse bowed its head and was willing to grow excellent grass, "Whose subordinate?"

This time, without waiting for Zheng He to speak, a general came out: "Your Majesty, they are subordinates of the last general. The three brothers all join the army, and it is rare for them to be in the same army, so the last general was very careful at the beginning."

"What's your name?"

"The last general Jiang Wei." Fusu nodded and said, "How many other members of this old lady's family are there?"

"She is the only one, and there are more than a dozen warriors with missing arms and legs. They can no longer go to the battlefield. Now they are all in her home, so I call her mother."

"Are they all homeless people?" Fusu felt uncomfortable for a while. Many old soldiers left the battlefield without even a place to live, and the ones who died in the end were even more embarrassing.

This is the status quo of this society, there is no so-called subsidy.

"Nothing." Jiang Wei said: "The old soldier village outside Xianyang City is full of homeless old soldiers living there."

"What do you live on?"

Jiang Wei didn't dare to speak anymore, and lowered his head.

"No one has ever told me about these things before." Fusu glanced at Zheng He, and Zheng He's whole body fell into the ice cellar: "When I arrive in Chengdu, I will receive fifty military sticks! All Jin Yiwei will deduct their salaries for three months! "

"Thank you, Lord Long En!" Zheng He got off his horse and kowtowed.

Jiang Wei swallowed his saliva, and said: "It is all relying on the former general to send food. If the general dies in battle, no one will pay attention to the new general, so he can only go to the city to beg."

Fusu suddenly thought of the heavy rain that day, when he and Yanzhi were riding in a carriage, they saw a beggar under the eaves.

"I know, hurry up and send some supplies to the official department." Fusu tugged at the reins, and couldn't help singing loudly: "I joined the army at fifteen, and I returned at eighty. Daofeng is a native of the country. , who is there in the family?"

This is a Yuefu poem from the Han Dynasty in official history. This is the first time people in this era have heard it, and it was sung by the emperor himself.

Scores of warriors all looked towards this side, grief and indignation are a kind of strength, the old woman's words were like a heavy hammer hitting Fusu's heart, and the poems were written out of emotion.

Fusu is now, and feels that only this poem can express the grief and indignation in his heart at this moment.

"Looking from a distance, it is the Jun's house, with many pines and cypresses. Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus, and pheasants fly from the beams. The courtyard grows the valley, and the well grows the sunflower. Chunk the grain for cooking, and pick the sunflower for soup."

No matter how hard-hearted a strong man is, he couldn't help but turn red when he heard this.

The emperor didn't stop, and the singing echoed in the army: "The soup is cooked for a while, I don't know who to give it to! Go out and look east, and the tears will stain my clothes."

The grief and indignation held in my heart can only be truly transformed into strength if it is completely released.

"I'm gone in the past, Yang Liu Yiyi..."

I don't know who touched the scene and started singing on horseback. They didn't understand the emperor's new words, but the emotions in them were not fake. Naturally, people thought of familiar ballads.

"I come to think about it today, it's raining and snowing—"

Li Yuanba wept, thinking of his elder brother who died in Qianshan City, the eldest brother who died in Chen Jinshan, the third brother who died in Jiangyang City, and his nephew and father who died in Dianchi Lake.

"Plucking the weeds and picking the weeds, the weeds also stop. The day returns and the year returns. There is no end to the year. The house and the house are ruined, because of the chaos. Not to mention the opening of the house, because of the chaos..."

Singing can't completely take away the grief, but it can boost the morale of the army.

"..."

"What is Bierwei? The flower of Weichang. What is Bilusi? The chariot of a gentleman. After driving a military chariot, the four men are engaged in business. How dare you settle down? Three victories in one month.

In the past, I am gone, Yangliu Yiyi.Today I come to think, rain and snow are falling.The road is slow, carrying thirst and hunger.My heart is sad, I don't know my sorrow! "

When everyone was heartbroken, the singing voice of the imperial guards around the emperor suddenly changed:
"Why don't you say no clothes!"

All the bodies of the people were shaken suddenly, all the previous sorrows disappeared in an instant, and the hundreds of thousands of troops suddenly exuded a rushing momentum
The warriors raised their spears and roared to the sky:
"Same robe with my son!"

Some people still have tears in the corners of their eyes, and they are equally invigorated. These are veterans who have survived many battles. They have spent half their lives on the battlefield, and they have lived and died. They value the friendship of life more than anyone else. Heavy.

"Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. I have the same hatred with my son!"

This is the most sonorous and powerful battle song. Throughout the ages, countless people who dared to die bravely stepped forward with loud roars, and died without hesitation.

The emperor was also singing loudly. Only when the military songs are sonorous and majestic can they have a chilling air, and can further inspire people and boost morale.

"Why don't you say that you have no clothes? You are in the same pool with your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear and halberd. Work together with your son!"

"Why don't you say you have no clothes? I have the same clothes as my son. Wang Yuxing's division, repair my armor and soldiers. Walk with my son!"

All the people felt that their blood was rushing straight to the top of the sky, and Fusu was standing on a high place, and all the people saw His Majesty the Emperor in golden armor.

"My sons and daughters!" Fu Su took off his helmet, "I swear to the heavens that I will unify the world and establish a world that belongs to our Great Qin. No one in Paze can remember their names."

"I need you to remember that no matter when, I will be with you. The warriors of my Great Qin are fearless. The world of my Great Qin is at your feet!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Tens of thousands of people roared in unison, and the sound waves soared into the sky, and the sound suppressed the clouds.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Fusu stood upright with his chest proudly, and under the gaze of countless eyes, tears filled his eyes with excitement. What is in front of him is not history, nor epic, nor is it a biography of a novel handed down to later generations, but a real person who exists.

Everyone has flesh and blood, and everyone is shedding blood and consuming life for this great empire.

These people are the most amiable and respectable people.

"My country, my people..."

When future generations flip through the yellowed scrolls and remember this period of history, few people will remember the number of these 10 people, but future generations will definitely remember that this army is called Qin.

Just like when the same person sees the sea, he does not see a single drop of water that makes up the sea, but he has the outline of the whole sea, and he can feel the vastness of the whole sea as wide as the sky and the earth.

Fusu hoped from the bottom of his heart that his people could remember behind their backs, and he also hated those officials who recorded history books with spring and autumn brushwork.

Fortunately, Sima Qian is not such a person. In the distance, there is a Taishi Ling who wipes his tears, licks the tip of his nose, and quickly records something in a small notebook. This person is Sima Qian, who is very famous in later generations. Behind him, there are more than a dozen people who came this time to record this unprecedented battle.

Fusu wiped away the tears on his face, and glanced at Zheng He: "The climate in central Sichuan is hot, and the group of historians took care of it, and they must record it with facts. Evil is evil, and great good is great good."

(End of this chapter)