If a new issue of "Huaxia Daily" is opened, all the military and civilians who read the newspaper will be attracted by the content of the headline on the front page of the newspaper: "Haoqiang Qingming Festival makes a big fuss at the Martyrs' Shrine."

Since the advent of the official ancestral hall "Martyrs' Shrine", which is located on the east side of Taihang Mountain and west of the river, it has become a good place for many people to pay homage and worship and play hunting.

Entering the archway gate of the ancestral hall, along the east-west direction, wide and flat, pine and cypress street, can drive more than a dozen carriages of the cement avenue forward, through the memorial hall, one road from east to west, the terrain gradually rises, is the main place of the sacrifice to enjoy the hall.

In the wind and rain, in front of the entrance of the memorial arch, on both sides of the stone monument of the "dismount", the soldiers guarding the Martyrs' Shrine kept their eyes on it and stood straight, so that the people who came to the Martyrs' Shrine to worship were unconsciously quiet.

In the drizzle, the people and officers and soldiers in the cemetery were immersed in grief at this time. In front of the tombstones, surrounded by pines and cypresses, fragrant grass and green, the people who worship are gloomy.

Shao Xing accompanied Yang Jin's parents through the gate of the huge archway and came to Yang Jin's tomb. Yang's mother cried bitterly, and the old tears were all over the place.

After a long time, under the persuasion of the people around her, Yang's mother's crying quieted down.

"The boy was shrouded in horse leather, and Jin'er finally died on the battlefield against the thieves. If it were according to his original temperament, even if he didn't vote for the Jurchens, he would still be a mountain king. He didn't lose the face of my Yang family, and he died without regrets!"

Shao Xing also persuaded on the side: "Before Brother Yang was alive, Wang Xianggong valued him very much. In the first battle of Fuzhou, the loyal and righteous army killed nearly 20,000 brothers, and even Wang Xianggong was seriously injured. Brother Yang has killed countless thieves and deserves the title of hero. ”

Mother Yang stopped crying, and several people looked at the tombstone together, "The hero of the Han family, the tomb of Yang Gongjin, the former commander of the Song Hedong Loyal and Righteous Army", a string of words was impressive.

Several people plugged in incense and candles, burned paper money, bowed their heads in silence, green smoke curled, paper ashes turned into butterflies, fluttering in the wind, falling in the grass.

"Uncle, aunt, sister-in-law, this time the sergeant gave the field, and the eldest brother also has 120 acres of fertile land. The two nephews can also go to school in the Hope School, and the family has a pension every month, which is enough for the family. You don't have to worry. ”

After listening to Shao Xing's words, Mother Yang shook her head and said, "The prince is kind-hearted, and we can't go too far." We don't want this land and the pension money, as long as we can send our two grandchildren to school. ”

The Yang family is a powerful family in Henan Mansion, and even in times of war, there is no shortage of food and clothing. What's more, now that the Jin people have retreated, Henan Prefecture is Jingping.

Shao Xing was secretly surprised in his heart, it seemed that in the eldest brother's family, the husband was sluggish, and it was completely Yang's mother who said and counted.

Yang Zhi shook his head and said, "Auntie, this is not a question of whether you want it or not, this is the rule in the army." The military order is like a mountain, you don't have to be embarrassed for your little nephew!"

Mother Yang and Father Yang glanced at each other, and Mother Yang said helplessly: "Since this is the case, it can only be like this."

Father Yang looked around and shook his head secretly. Wang Song is eloquent and strategic, and his troops are in full swing, and even the Jurchens can't stop him. The military, government and people's livelihood are no matter how big or small, and they have won the hearts of the military and the people, and the future is limitless.

"Shao Xing, in the future, your two nephews, I hope you will give me a lot of help!"

Shao Xing's face turned red, nodded and said to Father Yang: "Uncle, don't worry, my nephew will do his best!"

Shao Xing raised his head and looked around. I saw that among the pines and cypresses and the flowers in full bloom, countless soldiers and civilians came and went, obviously offering sacrifices to their relatives and compatriots.

Suddenly, in the drizzle, two rows of knights came on horseback, and soon two long dragons were formed. The knights were iron-armed, armed with guns and swords, full of feathers and arrows, and they were all eyeing each other, obviously battle-hardened warriors.

Immediately after, two rows of soldiers ran

Step by, quickly stand on both sides of the road, the blade is bright, three steps and a post, five steps and a sentry, and the guard is heavy.

In the middle of the road, a pair of young men and women in rough shirts are walking side by side.

Both men and women are coarse cloth clothes, and the men's faces are gentle and full of affinity, which makes people feel inexplicably close. The woman's figure is slender, her face is beautiful, and she has a grace of her own.

Shao Xing was taken aback, and before he could speak, there were already people shouting loudly on the wide road.

"Prince Wang, princess! Wang Xianggong is here!"

All the sergeants, including Shao Xing himself, involuntarily straightened up. The people knelt everywhere, and they were all over the cemetery.

Wang Song hurriedly separated the sergeant and helped up the old men in front of him. And let the sergeants work together to help the people around them.

"Xianggong, my three sons can be buried in such a place, there are people to worship and pay respects, and death is worth it!"

"Xianggong, my second brother followed Xianggong to kill the gold thief and died on the battlefield, being able to be buried here is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes!"

"Xianggong Mansion is kind-hearted, treat us hard-working people well, and the Bodhisattva will bless you!"

Wang Song picked up several gray-haired old men in front of him and shouted loudly: "Folks, get up, listen to me!"

The people all got up from the ground, and Wang Song's face was solemn and he spoke loudly.

"Fathers, fellow villagers, brothers and sisters, it's not you who want to thank me, it's me who wants to thank you. Without your sons, husbands, and brothers, how could we defeat Fanzi and have today's life! ”

Wang Song took the hand of the white-haired old man in front of him, and looked at the people around him, obviously emotional.

"Folks, starting from the killing of Xiongling five years ago, the Battle of Tokyo City, the Battle of Taiyuan, the Battle of Fuzhou, and then the Battle of Yaozhou, after dozens of battles, my brothers in the Loyal Righteous Army have died no less than 100,000!"

"Let's talk about the battle of Fuzhou. More than 10,000 brothers and an army of 40,000 Tartars met. After a big battle, in the end, only more than 600 people remained, and the rest fell in the ice and snow of Fuzhou. I myself was seriously injured, I had been lying in bed for half a year, my whole body was wounded, and now when it is windy and raining, my wound hurts terribly. ”

Zhao Duofu looked at Wang Song distressedly, tears glistening in his eyes.

"The official has sworn that an ancestral hall and a cemetery must be built to honor them, and I will not let my brother die in vain. Since then, every brother who has died in the Loyal Rebellion has had a tombstone for their families, relatives, friends, and descendants to pay tribute to. Through the ancestral hall, the souls of heroes can be laid to rest, family members can be sacrificed, and future generations can pay homage. The dead brothers are the heroes of our nation and deserve our remembrance!"

A scholar bowed and said, "What the minister said is very true. The sky is yellow, and the heroic soul is gone. All soldiers who have sacrificed their lives for the country deserve to have a tombstone for future generations to pay respect. Relatives and friends of these heroes in the next generation, thank you!"

"Thank you!"

The people below fell to their knees again and kowtowed together.

These heroic spirits lying underground, they may all have a tragic and humiliating past, and they are also the imprint left on them by this era. They may just be there to have a bite to eat and a place to live. When he joined the army, he understood the truth, practiced his skills, killed the enemy before the battle, and died on the battlefield.

They may be farmers, scholars, peddlers, or noblemen; It could also be a son, father, elder brother, younger brother. They fought against the gold thieves and spilled blood, and they deserved to die.

The Martyrs' Shrine was built to commemorate the fallen soldiers and is the tombstone and ancestral hall of the soldiers. In addition to the individual tombstones of the soldiers, there are also several collective mausoleums in the Martyrs' Shrine, namely the Battle of Tokyo City, the Battle of Taiyuan, the Battle of Fuzhou, and the Battle of Yaozhou. The tomb is surrounded by pines and cypresses, flowers, and the environment

Elegant, solemn.

The Martyrs' Shrine is composed of two major parts of the ancestral hall and the tombstone area, the ancestral hall has two entrances, the seat faces east in the west, the east and west are two miles long, and the north and south are about 100 meters wide.

The first into the archway, a row of arches three holes, glazed cover top, granite whole stone wall, above the middle arch, engraved "martyr's shrine" three words, written by the great Confucian Li Ruoxu.

Entering the archway, on both sides of the wide road, it is dense, neat and tidy tombstones, pines and cypresses stand on both sides of the tombstones, the green grass is like grass, the size is towering trees next to it, quiet and secluded, making people feel solemn spontaneously.

The second entrance is the hall of enjoyment, which is at the back of the martyrs' shrine and is the center of the sacrificial activities. In the middle of the hall, "the mighty spirit lasts forever" is Wang Song's personal book. The huge monument in the middle of the hall is like a screen, and the center is vertically engraved with "the general shrine of the anti-gold memorial soldiers", and the two sides are engraved with the shrine of the memorial soldiers of the major battles. On the east and west sides of the hall, the life deeds of many fallen officers and soldiers are exhibited in the form of blue brick tablets, as well as the inscriptions of senior generals in the army, including Wang Song.

The Martyrs' Shrine covers an area of more than 200 acres, the environment is beautiful, the scenery is picturesque, it is 50 miles away from Handan City, and it is less than 200 miles away from Daming Mansion, whether it is by virtue of the wide and smooth cement road on the road, or the convenient river transportation, it can be reached in one day.

As early as two years ago, after the soldiers entered the Daimyo's Mansion, Wang Song asked his subordinates to start arranging the construction of this martyr's shrine. In the battles of Tokyo City and Fuzhou, there were too many soldiers sacrificed, especially in the first battle of Fuzhou, and the elite of the loyal and righteous army who died in the battle alone exceeded 15,000 people.

In the battle of Yaozhou last year, because the ancestral hall, wall, and tombstone of the main body of the Martyrs' Shrine had been built, it was an additional tombstone and spiritual seat.

The construction of the Martyrs' Shrine, the stones and timbers used were all obtained from the nearby Taihang Mountain. As for the cement used in the largest amount, it comes from the cement workshops on the banks of the Lishui River.

With so many refugees from the two rivers, it is not easy to find thousands of craftsmen and helpers. Finally, almost two years later, the Martyrs' Shrine was completed.

Wang Song separated from the people, kept moving forward, and went directly into the Xiangtang. Zhao Duofu burned incense and paper money with him, and respectfully finished the salute, and then went out of the hall together.

In the drizzle, the sergeants of the guards stood solemnly and solemnly in the drizzle.

"The big guy takes off his helmet, puts down his weapons, and goes in, burns incense, burns some paper money, and worships your compatriots!"

"Xianggong, you are really kind-hearted! If the imperial court could be like you and treat those dead soldiers well, the Great Song Dynasty would not have fought so many defeats, and the people would not suffer so much.

Hearing Zhao Duofu's words, Wang Song shook his head and said: "Lady, I rule the military with literature, and the scholars and the king rule the world together, and the generals have to stand aside, not to mention the soldiers below."

Wang Song didn't say anything more, because it would be too far away to involve land annexation and the basic national policy of the Great Song Dynasty.

The Martyrs' Shrine is related to the soul of the nation and the cohesion of the army, even in the case of such a tight finance, Wang Song has no hesitation and insists on building the Martyrs' Shrine. Even in the eyes of others, building such an "inconsequential" martyr's ancestral hall seems to be grandstanding.

But Wang Song knows very well that the Martyrs' Shrine condenses Chinese blood, courage, and martial spirit. When people come to worship, the righteous qi will inevitably rise, and the turbid qi will fall, affecting future generations.

The blue blood stains the yellow sand, and the righteousness becomes benevolence, and it should be immortal;

Elite Huiheshi, greedy for life and afraid of death, don't come here.

The prosperity of the martial arts of the loyal and righteous army shook the ancient and modern. The soldiers of the loyal and righteous army sacrificed their lives to fight for the country, and the courage of the battle and the fierceness of the death were enough to shake the heavens and the earth and cry ghosts and gods.

In any case, no one can forget these warriors who sacrificed their lives for the nation and fought for thousands of years!