Just when the crowd was puzzled by the arrival of this strange procession, the commentators standing in front of the rostrum explained loudly into the loudspeaker:

"In the war that just ended, my heroic and fearless Qingzhou army annihilated the Tartars, who were extremely fierce, and Wanyan Xian also had 100,000 people! One hundred and thirty-three military flags above the Mouke level were captured! Now, let our warriors present these banners of the sin of the Tartars to our most revered ambassadors! ”

Of course, this is not true, but just like when the Tartars sent out their troops, there were 100,000 people but claimed 300,000 to the outside world, and the Qingzhou Army wiped out 50,000 Tartars and claimed to annihilate 100,000 will not be believed.

Especially when there is indeed a large number of military flags to testify here.

The soldiers of the Qingzhou Army walked to the rostrum and threw thirty-one military flags above the level of Meng'an at the feet of Xu Muhe, and then, these soldiers raised their right arms and shouted three times to Xu Muhe: "Long live the Jie Du Envoy!" Long live the new army!! Long live the people!! ”

"Hooray!" In an instant, the enthusiasm of the masses was ignited, and more than 100,000 people cheered in unison:

"Long live the Celestial Ruler!"

"Long live the New Army!"

"Long live the people!"

The scene was boiling, countless pairs of arms waved in front of Xu Muhe's eyes, and the sound of cheers spread throughout Quancheng like muffled thunder, as if this newly revived city was also cheering.

Xu Muhe trembled slightly with excitement, he nodded slightly as reservedly as possible, and gently waved his right arm to respond to the people who fell into a frenzy, but his heart was happy.

The pinnacle of life!

At this moment, he even felt that it was quite good to be a knotted envoy.

But at the same time, he felt that with such popular support, what reason could he not sit on the world?

Xu Shiyang, who came down from the parade ground, stood behind Xu Muhe's side and looked at the crowd with a calm gaze.

Of all the people on the scene, he is probably the calmest one.

may even be the only one who is calm, after all, this scene itself was designed by him, and he has seen a larger and more coercive victory parade on the Internet in his previous life.

It's just plagiarism, and in his eyes, no matter how good it is, it can't surpass the original.

What's more, there are so many problems here that it's hard to complain about.

For example, the slogans shouted by the thirty-one flag-bearers.

Long live the festival is to compensate for Xu Muhe's addition, long live the new army should have been put at the forefront, long live the people There is no problem, but in this era, it will inevitably make some gentry who think they are superior disappointed.

Long live Qingzhou, which should have been in the slogan, was taken by Xu Shiyang, because now the Jiedu envoy controls far more than one Qingzhou, if you only shout long live Qingzhou, it will inevitably cause some estrangement in other places that are also under the command of the Jiedu envoy.

From this point of view, although the idea of Xu Muhe ascending the throne is not advisable, they should indeed have a unified external name to cover the increasingly large scope of control.

The last procession of today's parade was an extremely chaotic brigade, numbering about 1,000 people, all dressed in tattered clothes and looking sluggish, and some even staggered forward with crutches.

On both sides of the procession, dozens of cavalrymen of the New Army escorted them forward with guns and knives.

This is the captive team.

It is mainly a true Jurchen and a raw Jurchen captive, because there are not enough of a thousand, and there are also a lot of Mugul, Bohai and Khitan.

Of course, their clothing could vaguely tell the characteristics of the Tartars, and the ordinary people around them could not see any difference between them.

All of them are bareheaded, keeping their ridiculous money rat tail issuance, which is very clear about the identity of these people.

Therefore, there is no need to explain, the people at the scene who have just shouted long live in the mountains can see the identities of these people at a glance.

The cheers grew quieter and quieter, and finally fell silent altogether.

A thousand exhausted and emaciated Tartar captives (in order to hint at the weakness of the Tartars, Xu Shiyang deliberately starved them for a while, and even starved many to death) walked to the rostrum with difficulty.

Immediately, a group of strong women who had been ready for a long time stepped forward with big scissors, pressed these tartars one by one to their knees facing the rostrum, and then waved their scissors to cut off their pigtails roughly, still in front of the rostrum.

A thousand pigtails were soon piled up into a small mountain of braids, and the ferocious punches and kicks of the strong women who had completed the task urged the tartars to get back on their feet and continue walking.

The actions of these women are also a hint that the originally invincible Tartars are here, but they are just a group of weak chickens that even women can't beat, which is very conducive to clearing the fear of the people of Qi Province against the Tartars.

A tartar who was so weak that he could no longer hold it up, and as soon as he stood up, he closed his eyes, like a piece of wood, and fell straight to the ground, and died.

But the women continued to punch and kick him until a cavalryman who was guarding the captives stepped forward, tied the corpse by the legs behind the horse, and dragged the corpse on.

It was only then that the silent crowd suddenly erupted again, and countless people scolded the Tartar captives, and some family members who had been killed by the Tartars were still crying bitterly.

Some people looked around for stones, trying to kill a few Tartars in revenge, and some simply wanted to rush forward and beat the captives directly, but they were all stopped by the cavalry guarding them.

It's not that Xu Shiyang has any humanitarian ideas to protect these prisoners, he just doesn't want this victory conference to have a chaotic ending.

The captives walked past the rostrum amid scolding, followed by a group of children with brooms, giggling as they swept around the place where the Tartar captives had walked.

Xu Shiyang didn't have a sprinkler, which made his cos "Cui Ti Chunxiao" action not very perfect, but fortunately, it was not impossible to let the child clean up the dirt brought by the Tartar walking by.

Xu Muhe smiled and looked at everything that happened under his feet.

He didn't know that his eldest son had so many interesting ideas.

Offering flags and prisoners in public, this is enough to comfort the ancestors of the Xu family and make him Xu Muhe famous in history.

Hundreds of years later, will he who is standing at the front desk and presiding over this glorious conference be compared with Huo Huqi and Ban Dingyuan by historians?

Xu Muhe began to tremble slightly again.

After all, he is a literati, and the temptation of leaving a name in history for him is no less than that of Fengzen Mount Tai and reaching the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

Now, he began to understand his son a little.

The bliss of life is more than one of supreme.

What's more, this goal is not said to be unattainable, but it is just to save this happiness for ten years to enjoy.

Before that, he had more and more things to enjoy.

Xu Muhe stood on the rostrum and said aloud to the more than 100,000 people below:

"For 4,000 years, our ancestors pioneered China here."

"Since then, we have been passed down from generation to generation in China. We have built countless glories, and we have faced unspeakable shame. ”

"The previous ten years were actually just a page of shame."

"I, Xu Muhe, promise you here: I will definitely lead you to end this shameful life of being oppressed by the Tartars! I will definitely lead everyone to create more brilliance! ”

"Thousands of years later, our children and grandchildren will live and work in peace and contentment for generations, they will not remember the hardships we have paid for them, but they will definitely give us a stick of incense during the Qingming Festival, because I am in China, and the incense will be endless for generations!"

"Everyone!" Xu Muhe took a deep breath and shouted into a row of loudspeakers in front of him:

"Follow me! Come along! ”