This is the etiquette of the Han Dynasty to treat the army, and it is also to announce to the people of the world that the end of this war has always been valued, and the courtiers are waiting for the end of the war and the fruits of the victory of the Great Song Dynasty.

This war that dragged on for three years was too long for the Great Song Dynasty, and in these three years, the crown prince supervised the country, and His Majesty did not return for three years, which put many things in the court on hold, and also made the ministers worry every day.

With the shouting of the waiter, Zhao Zhen stepped down from his own jade chariot, this big drive is no less than a military parade, when Zhao Zhen got off the carriage, walked on the high platform only to find that the scale is unprecedented, from the car to the present, almost all the way to his own car, now climb high and look far away to know what is called Hao Hao soup, endless.

Almost all the arms of the Great Song Dynasty, the heavily armored cavalry, the heavily armored Mo swordsmen, lined up neatly, like a mountain into the wall, marching together, behind them were neatly lined up with crossbow archers holding divine arm crossbows, and so on all the troops of the Great Song Dynasty were in the ranks.

Looking at the scars on their armor, Zhao Zhen felt infinite pride in his heart, this is his own hundred battle heroes, this is his own warriors! Compared with Zhao Zhen's pride, the onlookers were enthusiastic, and even some Confucian scholars who knew a lot about the big car were explaining loudly, which was much more interesting than hearing the story of Mr. Storyteller.

Zhao Zhen looked at the excited people and smiled slightly, the people of the Han family are like this, they all hesitate to praise their heroes, and at the same time, this is also the spirit of the name of Chinese civilization.

A lot of feelings are held in his heart Zhao Zhen can't say it, there are always a group of heroes in the Huaxia Han family, they will beat up those who persecute and oppress you, but all this is not said by mouth, but by real blood!

Zhao Zhen came through thousands of years, and it was only at this time that he suddenly realized that China would never need to dominate the world, the first in the world belonged to himself, belonged to the Han dynasty, even if it was a later generation, it was just to return to the position of the peak, no wonder later generations often said: There is no regret in this life to enter China, and the next life is willing to plant flowers.

This is a kind of national pride that is rare in later generations, and even lost, but Zhao Zhen can see it on the faces of the people of Tokyo, they have an incomparable pride, the pride of being a Chinese Han family!

In fact, this kind of emotion was hidden in the hearts of the people of the Great Song Dynasty, but it was deeply suppressed because of the loss of Yanyun in the north, the power of the party in the west, and the power of Taizong to make two northern expeditions.

If today's prince drove his own expedition, drank blood with a long knife, and recovered Yanyun, what reason did they have to suppress themselves? This is a cathartic event, and Da Song, a giant with incomplete gold, finally stood up.

In this era, the feelings of the people are more simple, the country is strong and everyone is moving, the advantages of Confucianism are shown, and there is a slight cry among the people, which is crying with joy, they are dancing, they praise loudly, they are smiling, but they are also crying bitterly, this grand event came later......

The Great Song Dynasty made two northern expeditions and lost 100,000 founding elites. Now that they have been disgraced, the mighty army in front of them and the good fighting army are their pride.

The Taliban looked at the forbidden army in front of them and muttered: "The strength of the Song Empire is already comparable to that of Rome......"

The wise rabbi looked at Zhao Zhen standing on the high platform and shook his head slightly: "The strength of the Song Empire completely surpasses this era, no, it is even Europa of any era. This is only the Great Song Empire that has recovered the land of Yanyun......"

The rabbin's words are no longer here, but the Taliban know what he means: "You mean that the Great Song can really help us restore the country with the joy of the people?" ”

"I mean, what will become of such an empire if it reaches the same heights as the Han and Tang dynasties?!"

The Taliban opened his mouth and finally turned into a sigh, he didn't know what the Great Song Dynasty would look like at that time, he only knew that the current Great Song Dynasty was fully equipped with the ability to help them restore the country, and at the same time, the people of Yile were going to bear heavy debts.

He had already received news from Yan Shu that the Great Song Emperor was very willing to fulfill his original promise, which made the Taliban who were ready to negotiate confused, but he didn't expect the Northern Expedition of the Great Song Emperor to be so smooth that the excuses he had prepared long ago could not be used.

"Your Majesty drove the expedition in person, and returned with immortal achievements, and the queen of the middle palace unloaded!"

Wang Yuyan was dressed in a big courtesy dress, slowly stepped forward, looking at Zhao Zhen, who had a slight stubble on her face, her eyes were slightly red, she remembered that the most diligent thing the official family did every day was shaving, and now it seems that the official family has even saved shaving for so many years in the Northern Expedition, and this stubble is obviously just shaved.

"As soon as you untie your robes, the world will collect troops!"

Wang Yuyan gently untied Zhao Zhen's cloak that had been stained with blood, dried and dry.

"Two unarmoured, Great Song Yange!"

Dragging away a bright red robe, the armor full of scar marks and sword wounds made Wang Yuyan couldn't help but exclaim, Zhao Zhen held her hand: "Don't make a noise, so as not to destroy my image of bravery." ”

Wang Yuyan trembled and untied Zhao Zhen's plate armor, and put the results of his own palace people on the gold plate, which was to be sent to the temple for worship for future generations to warn.

But before that, he had to pass through the hundreds of officials in the court, in order to show the heroism of the emperor, the first emperor was also wearing armor, and he also cut the knife marks and axe marks on it before returning to the dynasty, but the fake is fake, and the courtiers will know it at a glance.

Zhao Zhen's armor is different, with more than 40 large and small scars on his body, each of which is shocking, and his hideous appearance is really scary.

The courtier's face changed suddenly when he saw it, which shows that His Majesty really went to the battlefield and killed the Liao army with his own hands, so the death of the Liao Emperor is really related to Your Majesty!

The courtier, who was not taking it seriously, suddenly knelt down: "Your Majesty is at risk of losing your life, and the ministers are afraid!" ”

Such a sturdy plate armor was damaged like this, and from the hideous hole, a group of Wenchen could feel the fierceness of the time, and some of them were even trembling and almost fainted.

Zhao Zhen's armor was passed from Wenchen to the military generals, and from the military generals all the way to the Taimiao, along the way the people rushed to watch, and every time the people danced excitedly, loudly singing.

It really can't be faked, the injuries on Zhao Zhen's armor are all from the last battle with the Liao Emperor Yelu Zongzhen, there is no falsification, even if the blood stains on it are wiped clean, but the small cracks in the armor are still difficult to wipe.

"It is definitely not good for a sheep to lead a tiger and a leopard jackal, and it is not good for a tiger to lead a group of sheep, but now, a real dragon leads a group of tigers, leopards and jackals, how can there be any reason not to succeed?"

An ordinary old man on the side of the road said to the group of people around him.