After the battlefield was cleaned, Zhu Di returned to the Dongsheng Acropolis.

He came back with more than 20,000 jars of ashes.

The ancients paid attention to the return of fallen leaves to the roots, paid attention to the fall of the soil for safety, and the form of cremation of the corpse was absolutely unacceptable, and the ancients believed that once the corpse was cremated, it would never be reborn.

But more than 20,000 corpses, especially in the warm spring season, once they have been shelved for a long time, they are corpse plague, so once they join the army, once they die in battle, more than ninety percent of the endings are cremated, and then hastily buried.

In all dynasties, it is always the hardest time to be a soldier, and the most paid.

But this time, Zhu Di did not plan to bury these ashes in an unknown grave somewhere, he brought them back to the Dongsheng Acropolis, and planned to send them back to his hometown one by one according to the origin of the roster in the army, so that these sacrificed soldiers could receive the incense from their families.

And less than a month after Zhu Di arrived at the Dongsheng Acropolis and presented the good news to Nanjing, before he had time to escort and sort out the gains in the prairie, a holy decree from Nanjing was sent in the form of an eight-hundred-mile expedited.

"Build a cemetery outside the Dongsheng Acropolis for the sacrificed soldiers, and bury them collectively, and I will go north in the near future, and I will be a personal sacrifice at that time."

First the Monument to the Flood Heroes in Jiujiang, and then the Martyrs' Cemetery in Dongsheng, which are all precious spiritual wealth left by Zhu Yunwen for the Ming Dynasty in this time and space.

A martial country may be destroyed in its own hands to the extreme, just like the island country that regards defeat as a great shame and a seppuku if defeated.

But a martial country is better than a country that is abusive, and it is better to be destroyed in its own hands than in the hands of the enemy.

It's better to be a wolf than a sheep.

Zhu Yunwen just wants the nation to regain the ruthlessness in the bones of the ancestors.

Before the Jin Dynasty, even if it was a war at the end of the Han Dynasty, the princes in the north, such as Liu Yu and Gongsun Zhan, could fight Xianbei in the north, Cao Cao Ping Wuhuan, collect Xiqiang, Sun Quan destroyed Nanyue, Shu Han Ding Meng Man, foreign races, in addition to taking advantage of the fire to make a small profit, how could he have dared to use the delusion of stealing the rivers and mountains of Shenzhou?

Since when did the aliens begin to think about the land of China and the splendid rivers and mountains of the Han people?

Zhu Yunwen does not intend to follow the brutality of 'all the non-our race' in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but the domineering arrogance of the Qin and Han dynasties must be recovered!

Zhu Yunwen wanted to come to the north, not only to worship these heroic souls who died in battle, but more importantly, to deal with post-war matters and deal with the complex ethnic issues in the north of the Ming Dynasty.

He knew that Zhu Di couldn't handle it well, because Zhu Yunwen had not handled this matter well.

"Dad, let me come."

The first spiritual position stationed in the martyr's cemetery was Sheng Yong, the commander of Beiping, and now, Zhu Di is half-squatting to wipe the tablet for Sheng Yong and pour it full of wine.

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui were standing behind Zhu Di, and the latter spoke.

didn't pay attention to his son's words, Zhu Di just silently completed the work in his hand, and then stood up and sighed: "The general died in a hundred battles." ”

On the front-line battlefield, whether you are a soldier or a general, or a commander like Zhu Di, the moment you choose to take the lead to inspire the army, you are throwing yourself in a Jedi.

Disasters will not avoid you because of your identity, and anyone can die on the battlefield.

Sheng Yong was killed by Mahamu after all, and it is not a disgrace of identity.

And what about Mahamu, the Great Khan of Warat, he didn't even know whose hands he died, and he might just be a nobody, who could crucify him to the steppe.

"In the southwest battlefield that year, Luchuan was in turmoil. Mu Chun, the prince of the first Dian Kingdom, was also like this, he died before the battle and died at the hands of thieves. ”

Zhu Di's spirit was a little sluggish, not because he was sad, but because the enemy of the prairie was gone, and his life goal was instantly like a rootless duckweed.

Seeing the death of these comrades again, it is inevitable that they will begin to feel sad.

"Now, General Sheng has also died, and today it seems that your father and my life are really big, and he has survived until now."

As he spoke, Zhu Di couldn't help but feel a little proud on his face.

"Back then, your father and I were the first small flag officer, and I would personally risk the arrow stone in every battle, that was really a white knife into a red knife out, a battle in the Juju River, your father and I took two hundred people to kill and retreat the three thousand army of the Northern Yuan, and I was burdened with six wounds."

Zhu Gaosui pouted subconsciously.

"Dad, if I'm not mistaken, when I was young, you told me that you were talking about taking 500 people to kill 2,000 people, why now it's becoming 200 people to kill 3,000 people."

"Nonsense!"

Zhu Di's old face was red, but he covered it up very skillfully, he glared and scolded Zhu Gaosui.

"Okay, Dad can say as much as he wants."

Zhu Gaoxu watched it funny from the sidelines, and stood up and interrupted: "Dad, let me say let's not worry about this kind of trivial matter, after returning from a great victory, the emperor said that he would come to Monan soon. Let's wait in the city these days, take a walk, go back to the handsome tent to drink, I can tell you both, I've been drinking a lot lately, and my father is definitely not good when he's older, the third, I'll let you two fight with me. ”

"Nothing big or small."

Zhu Di swept the whip leg, but Zhu Gaoxu flexibly dodged it, and at the end he had to mock two sentences: "Look, I'll just say that Dad, you don't admit it when you're old, it's better not to beat me when you go back to drink, I can even beat myself when I start a drunken madness." ”

These two living sons of their own.

Looking at the performance of Zhu Gaochu and Zhu Gaosui, Zhu Di even began to wonder if Zhu Gaochi was his own!

I was a stunned young man back then, and the two sons I gave birth to were also small seeds, why did I give birth to the eldest and be a good person at a young age?

Obviously, they all come out of the same womb, unless the kind is different.

This is probably a person's cranky thinking after suddenly becoming empty, and not adapting.

Holding things in his heart, Zhu Di drank too much unconsciously.

"Old man, you can't do it."

Zhu Gaoxu was drinking happily this time, and when he turned his head, he found that his father was lying on the first case, and immediately laughed.

"How much did you drink, just like this, wouldn't it be a joke for outsiders to see it, come on, let's make a fist, the brothers are so wow."

"You bastard."

Zhu Di was amused by this strange generation, and threw out the wine bowl on the case, which naturally couldn't be smashed.

"I dare to be presumptuous with your father, your father and I took a hundred people to beat away the five thousand Tartars of the Northern Yuan in the Yuju River, you don't know how majestic Lao Tzu was back then."

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui couldn't help but look at each other.

In a moment, it became 5,000 people?

Looking at Zhu Di again, he was already drunk, and he was snoring everywhere.