"Head, the whistle sounded."

Zhuang Sheng snorted, then he got his head out of his arm, rubbed it vigorously, and looked at the sky, only to see that the sky was gloomy, and the large lead clouds were pressing, covering the dazzling snow with gray and blue.

The distant mountains were silent with filial piety, while the pine trees in front of them wept silently, as if weeping for the impending disaster.

"Since the main force of the commander is already in place, he will not wait until it gets dark to act, everyone starts to prepare, first heat the bones of the body, and then start to act, the lead, the medicine bag are checked again, there must be no mistake."

"No."

In fact, the local barbarians have already finished the New Year, but the customs of the Han people have a great influence, so when the Han people celebrate the New Year, the barbarian tribes will also eat and drink to celebrate.

However, Zhuang Sheng and his entourage of fifty people braved the bitter cold, crossed the mountains and mountains, and ambushed in the dense forest north of Yanzhou, thinking that they were strange soldiers.

Although the name of the state, in fact, it is still a big village, it is one of the closest villages to Yazhou in the anti-tribute army, there are more than 10,000 people in the village, and nearly 1,000 armor.

If it is a conventional attack, a maximum of 2,000 people can break it, but Wang Yanchao believes that the soldiers either do not move, or if they move, they will be frightened by these barbarians, and they will come out with a phalanx of 5,000 soldiers and horses, but let Zhuang Sheng bring explosives bags to the divine punishment.

The object of divine punishment is not people, but the mountain of Shoiwa.

The warriors of this village, every time they fight, will eat the herbal juice based on Ranunculus, which can be exciting, not afraid of pain, and the people who eat it are all brave and extraordinary.

Therefore, the people in the village think that the treasure, the area where the ranunculus is abundant after the village, there happens to be a stone such as a female household, and there is a trickle of water flowing out from the inside, it is called the sacred mountain, the water is the divine water, not only every major festival, the village kneels and worships, and the newborn baby also has to be washed with the water here, so as to eliminate disasters and avoid disasters.

It is the mountain of life of Yanzhai and the spiritual totem, and its importance is self-evident.

Wang Yan surpassed the soldiers, with great fanfare, and the striker went out of the city gate, and the sentinel of the Yanzhai brought Xiaoxi back to the cottage. On the one hand, Zhao Hong, the owner of the village, sent people to contact the other clansmen, and on the other hand, he closed the door of the village, the young man wore armor and held a bow, and the woman bouldled stones to go to the city, but the old man waited outside the village.

A hunting spear in each hand, and nothing else.

This is the method taught by the Han official who came before, they are all bearded and white-haired, see how the Qin soldiers start, if there is no humanity, then the warriors will rush forward to avenge their fathers' blood hatred, and the friends of the three mountains and six departments will also rise up in groups.

Rest assured, you won't die in vain, and if you die in battle, you will be counted as five times the pension.

Immediately there were many responders, and this trick worked very well, at least the vanguard of the Qin soldiers made Han Zhen see a group of thinly dressed old men shivering in the cold wind, scolding and scolding for a long time, and finally retreated three miles, waiting for the arrival of the main army.

However, it wasn't until dusk fell that Wang Yanchao's handsome banner staggered.

There was a loud voice shouting in front of the array: "Wait, listen, Daqin is the destiny of heaven, you and others disobey the order, you should be punished by heaven, limited to one incense, open the door and surrender, otherwise, Shenwei will descend and the whole village will be punished." ”

In the array of old men on the wall and outside the city, there was a sudden sound of scolding, Wang Yanchao couldn't understand, and he wasn't going to find someone to translate, so he ordered to guard the front of the pillar and place an incense burner on it.

Wang Yanchao dismounted, took three sandalwood sticks from the hands of the guards, bowed in all directions, then prayed to the sky, and finally inserted the sandalwood into the incense burner.

This full of ritual gestures calmed the soldiers and civilians in the village, the scene suddenly quieted down, many people looked at Zimo (the owner of the village), Zhao Hong laughed and said: "Don't be confused, the sky will be dark, he still dares to attack the village at night, guard it carefully, and wait for the army of Youzhai to come tomorrow, attack on three sides, and then beat them into pigs' heads." ”

Under the blowing of the cold wind, the fire fell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and seeing that the fire was about to end, Wang Yanchao boarded the snare drum car and beat the drum himself.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The heavy drum sounded three times in a row, and then there was a horn trombone, this inexplicable drum music together, Zhao Hong's heart seemed to be scratched by a cat, and his heart hurt, and then ......

There was an earth-shattering thunder sound on the mountain behind the village, and the blazing fire was particularly red against the background of the snow in the twilight.

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong with Kinabalu......"

When the soldiers and civilians in the village were panicked and frightened, Wang Yanchao slowly raised the order flag, and Han Zhen, who had long been unable to bear it, knocked on his double knife, howled and led his troops out of the battle, and behind him, the armor soldiers who were in charge of charging the battle shouted in unison: "Thunder fell from the sky, and God punished the ...... of Yanyan"

When the battle starts, as soon as the swords and guns come out, there is no distinction between young and old.

In the night, in the light of the raging fire, the screams came and went......

Suyan Village, removed from the First World War.

……

It's another year of the New Year, and this year is very important to Qin Yue, because it has to change the yuan.

Qin Yue is not interested in this thing, and feels that it is good to use it for eight years in Xiande, but the civil and military officials do not agree, and if they do not change the yuan, how can there be a new atmosphere.

Zhou Rong also disagreed, why do people in the future still use the Western calendar, if you want to change it, set it at once, and the task of using the Zhongyuan Year in the world will be handed over to you.

This task......

Qin Yue patted his head, looked at a large number of era names provided by Ouyang Jiong, Wang Zhu and others, and said with a smile: "I remember that the era name was founded by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and then developed a habit, the new monarch ascended the throne to change the yuan, and in case of major events, he wanted to change the yuan, and often named it in the name of conforming to Tianrui, this intention is good, it can be used to record the year, is it really easy to use?" Li Xiang and Jiongzhi Gong have both studied history, so they should have a deep understanding. ”

In the past two years, Li Gu has lost his strange ideas and thoughts, and he smiled at the moment: "Your Majesty has a new idea?" ”

"Just ask Li Xiang one question, how many springs and autumns have passed since Qin unified the Six Kingdoms?"

"This ......"

Qin Yue looked at Zeng Wu, Lu Duan, and Han Hui again, and said with a smile: "You may be able to figure it out?" ”

As a result, you look at me, I look at you, or Lu Duan blushed and said: "Qin II died, and Han enjoyed six hundred years of national glory......"

"Very good, you are all well-educated people, you can't clearly answer this simple question, this is a big problem, it's not that we are not smart enough, it's because everyone ignores this problem, this is disrespectful to the past, Tang Taizong has a saying, take history as a mirror, you can know the rise and fall, if even the chronology is not accurate, how can it be a mirror?"

"I can tell you accurately, since Qin Shi Huang became emperor, it has been 1,184 years, why is the calculation so clear? Because there is a kind of chronology in the West, which does not change with the change of the throne, some people use this to get it backwards, but it is not 100% accurate, because the calendar is different, but this kind of chronology is worth learning. ”

"What I mean, the country name, the year name, don't be too entangled at this stage, the country name I really want to use is called Huaxia, and the year name I want to use is called Zhongyuan, and the history of the past and the present is continued, whether it is the Qin and Han dynasties, or the Wei and Jin dynasties, or the Sui and Tang dynasties, whether it is a brilliant prosperous era, or heavy blood and tears, as long as it has happened in this land, it is the history of China."

"So, I thought...... Am I a little arrogant? ”

"Your Majesty, please."

"Let's call it Zhongxing, the prefix is added to the 1185th year of Zhongyuan, the first year of Zhongxing......"

Qin Yue suddenly couldn't speak, there was a sour gushing out of his lungs and abdomen, rushing straight to his nasal cavity, and a stream of heat immediately came out of his heart, rushing towards his brain like a blowout, breaking through the hard shell and breaking through the clouds......

He leaned back as much as he could, his eyes were trying to open, and through the two precious glazed tiles, he seemed to see the sound of the charge horn "Di Da" in the dark, and a vigorous figure rushed towards the rain of bullets, and a familiar and unfamiliar cry sounded in his ears:

"Shoot at me...... Shoot at me......"

Such a memory, although dusty, is actually deep in my heart.

Suddenly, he understood the meaning of his life.

The past should not be forgotten.

In the future, I have the responsibility and obligation to make every citizen live a better life, stay away from doom and disasters, and straighten the backbone of every countryman.

"Your Majesty!"

"Oh, it's okay, the ashes have fallen, and the government will be sealed tomorrow, let's welcome the new era together."

Qin Yue smiled, wiped his tears with his sleeve without image, and got up and walked out of the hall.

In my mind, a kind old man was singing in a low voice:

Why do I always have tears in my eyes, because I love this land so much......