When many follow-up matters were arranged, and the remaining fires were confirmed, and the possibility of no longer spreading and spreading, Uncle Zhang dragged his tired body and rushed to Ouchi at night, and got a message again.

Woke up? It has been transferred to the Bong'an Temple.

At the same time, the location was farther away from the fire, and farther away from the smoke, behind the curtain of the Feng'an Temple, an old and difficult voice still continued

"Since you dare to do it, don't have a childlike childlike attitude,"

"Do what you have to do......

"But the deserved rites are something that must not be in short supply......

"Yes, yes...... Father, please rest assured"

Lingbao Gong knelt in front of the couch, with some submissive words, and he couldn't see the previous arrogance and arbitrariness at all.

"Since the first emperor has been in front of him, everything is safe after his death......"

Da Zhao, whose face was sallow with a hint of red, looked at the other nephews who were kneeling in the court far away, and waved their hands to beckon them to the front

"You are all Zhang's humerus, you should support each other well......"

"Do your best to assist Eun-hyun...... Sustaining today's hard-won situation"

"So that there will be no opportunity for those who have ill intentions to take advantage of it......"

"Ah Tu,"

He deliberately called Zhang Dekun's nickname to bring him closer, who was covered with ash stains and the smell of smoke.

"You've done a good job this time, and you're even fatherly...... I can do more important things."

"It can be deployed for the palace, and the guards can be checked......"

"Bozun is so much in love......"

Zhang Dekun, who still had several blisters left by the fire on his face, snorted.

"Atu can't afford it...... Just ask"

"This should be the way it should be......"

Lingbao Gong rushed to speak with a sincere face

"I hope that Atu Duoduo will help ......"

When the scene of father's love and filial piety, relatives and harmony was finally staged in the apse of Feng'an, the big shot with both hearts and minds was exhausted, and fell into a coma again. And when Lingbao Gong led a group of relatives out, he already had a different expression, suppressed under the seemingly sad and plain appearance, but it was an extremely agitated ecstatic mood.

He finally got that rightfully and with the title and authorization to make a big fuss. In contrast, the things he wanted to get through his scheming and means were irrelevant

Then, his gaze passed through those people from close tribes, and fell on Zhang Dekun, who was full of humility, and turned into something meaningful, and then he turned around and hugged Xu Ran and left.

Zhang Dekun smiled bitterly, in order to get this qiē price, it is a bit big. But he can only take one step at a time, and continue to make mistakes.

"Hetai Doctor Hand Tail has been taken care of......"

Beside Lingbao Gong, who had already walked away, someone suddenly spoke.

Lingbao Gong nodded invisibly, but in his ears he remembered that he had been disposed of, his face was full of wrinkles, and he gave additional advice.

"Ah Suji Pill is the medicine of the tiger and wolf, and with the respect of the great photographer, it can also be used for a while, but it cannot be used more......"

At least, this time, he has already got what he wants. Then he saw Uncle Zhang and his party coming in the distance, and suddenly changed his kind and warm expression.

And no matter how many cups there were before, and how to speculate on the mind, with the difference in position now, it is already a question of the past. For the sake of the stability of the current situation, this general, who has become more and more meritorious after the war, must do his best to encircle him.

After all, Zhang Shuye was born in Hebei, and he did not have a deep relationship with the Imperial Dao faction, and after entering Luodu, he did not have any clear position. therefore

He even considered whether there was a sister of the right age in the family who could be assigned to the past, who was said to have been widowed for many years and was in the middle of the house.

After another long winter night, the fires in the two sub-cities of Hanjia and Yuanbi were still there, but the scale was slowly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And in the side hall under the Ming Hall of the Imperial City, the plain white and solemn place of Li Geng, the son of the Tang Dynasty, stopped his soul. But there was a faint smell of blood, which diffused in the air. adds a bit of solemnity and ominous flavor to this white scene.

"Who's for, who's against......"

Lingbao Gong, who was dressed in white armor, stood in front of the huge coffin of Zigong Palace, his voice was not loud, but he said deafly

And as his background foil, there are more than a dozen corpses under the stairs that have been broken by bones and hammers, which are just courtiers who have reacted a little slower and raised a slight objection.

In fact

When the coffin was removed from the coffin, there was an inner servant who brought out such a little girl who was dressed up in linen costume, instead of one of the two kings of Hongchang and Fenghua, who had been summoned to the palace earlier, and stood on the main seat of the priest, the civil and military officials who had been waiting outside suddenly made an uproar.

Among them, a very small number of people who were not so responsive and were relatively sluggish became the first victims of the order.

Although most people knew that sooner or later there would be the final result of the Great Ding Revolution, but when that day came, no one would have thought that it would be presented in this way.

At this moment, they could only try to control the expression on their faces, trying not to let themselves look at the luster of the armor reflected between the pillars, listening to the lieutenant officials on the steps, reading out in a serious manner, the so-called Qinghe princess who was determined to pass on the throne and descend from the first emperor, and the "edict" full of official words still had some ridiculous feelings.

This is the second empress to appear again in the 600 years of the Tang Dynasty since the Wu Zhou chaos in the early Tang Dynasty, although she is still surnamed Li.

You must know that this little highness of Qinghe, in the early years of the Luodu Rebellion, has been declared missing for a long time, and has even become a taboo in the palace, so as not to trigger some hysterical feelings and illnesses of the former emperor Li Geng, but he suddenly re-emerged from this time for no apparent reason.

You don't have to think about it to know that as long as a few years later, the person who married her will naturally become the object of the new dynasty and accept the Zen concession. Of course, since there is a grandson of the former Sui Yang Jian who is still in infancy, it is not bad to have another couple of Zen innovations hundreds of years later.

It's a pity that the two kings of Hongchang and Fenghua entered the palace with full expectations, but unfortunately became the first batch of adult clans to be killed in the process of the gradual new dynasty.

Those who have a fast brain have begun to think about what kind of honorific title they should persuade in the future, or how to praise this unprecedented story.

Two flowers bloom, one on each table.

When the vanguard cavalry of our mighty team arrived at the former camp of the White Horse Temple, the expected pursuers still did not appear, and even around Luodu, Hu Ma'er, who was originally rampant in the wilderness, was almost extinct, but let us go all the way to the vigilance and arrangement, did useless work.

According to the original idea, there may also be a battle of arranging troops on the snow field to make the other party retreat. Maybe they gave up on the pursuit, or maybe something else happened, but for us, it was a good thing.

Zhao Long, who came out of the White Horse Temple, looked a little haggard and down, obviously because he had a hard time during this time.

The troops left behind in the White Horse Temple under his command have also rapidly decreased from the original size of tens of thousands to five or six thousand. In addition to the casualties in the Humar raid, there were also some former friendly units that spontaneously fled because they heard the news of the defeat on all fronts.

Therefore, it was not easy for Zhao Long to persist here, because on the one hand, he had to deal with the harassment and attacks of Hu Ma'er wandering in the four fields, and he also had to work hard to find out the news from Luodu City. Internally, on the other hand, it is necessary to suppress the backlash and commotion from the subordinates, especially after the loss of contact with the troops in the city, which breeds all kinds of fears and panics.

It can be said that in the situation of being isolated before and after, it took great effort and spirit for him to control the escape of the troops under his command, so that this advancing camp would not disintegrate and disintegrate, and he tried his best to support it despite public opinion, and finally persevered until the return of our whole division.

Although there are no ups and downs in the city's offensive battles, but in the wandering of Humaer, they can still not give up, and it is also indispensable to defend such a back road for us.

It's a rare trust and quality, and it makes me value him a little more. And the soldiers who can stay here in the end are also more reliable seeds that have experienced a hundred battles.

Therefore, after converging with the remaining troops of the White Horse Temple, exchanging and replenishing resources, we set fire to this camp without staying long, and re-pulled the camp and continued to march towards the Wujiao Pass, where we had come.

On the way back, we saw more people and horses frozen to death on the road, as well as abandoned tents and miscellaneous items, including soldiers of the Southern Dynasty wearing helmets and armor, and Saiwai Huma with leather robes and felt hats.

The further east you go, the more you will encounter, and the corpses scattered in the fields near Luodu, which are not very noticeable, are obviously more crowded and dense, almost densely packed in the road.

Some were even within a short distance, and the two sides of the opposing camp appeared on both sides of the road without incident.

They were almost in groups leaning together, and the parts of their bodies that had not yet been covered by the snow were exposed, and they still vividly retained the posture of the last moments before their deaths. It was as if he had just fallen asleep, or simply dozed off, or was doing something, trying to shake his body to keep warm, and then the next moment he was quickly frozen by the sudden heavy snow and cooling.

Plus condensed soup pots, extinguished campfires, tents blown over or crushed by the wind and snow. It's like a group of silent and silent sculptures, so that everyone who passes by has a chilling taste. Obviously, most of them lack sufficient mental preparation and anticipation for the cruelty of this northern land.

It is like a repetition of history after the failure of the Jiayou Great March, when those naval alliance armies from hot and warm regions used frozen and starved corpses to pave the long road of return from Guanzhong to Lingwai for thousands of miles

It seems that this is what we have learned from the past and what we may do, if we are not well prepared, or if we are pursued by the enemy, we will flee in a hurry.

Despite this, the arduous trek and overdrive along the way cost my team at least more than a thousand horses and more than twice as many large animals, most of whom died of exhaustion on the road, or slipped and fell unexpectedly, fell to death and broke their hooves and feet and had to be abandoned, along with a corresponding number of pries, which are not yet counted.

The long march in the thick snow was also a harsh and difficult test for us southern soldiers who lacked the corresponding experience, and minor frostbite and various foot falls were still frequent and unavoidable, not to mention the poor livestock of these northern envoys.

At this time, we collected a large number of building materials in the city of Los Angeles, and the snow sledding car created by desperately rushing to build played a great role, although there were still some rough and undurable problems, but the relative excess quantity made up for the unexpected wear and tear along the way. The damaged vehicles were dismantled on the spot, the intact parts were kept for replacement, and the remaining parts were chopped for firewood to cook and keep warm.

Relying on the barely able to provide a hot meal for everyone, and a makeshift campsite surrounded by a pry cart to protect us from the wind and snow, we tinkered all the way, leaving behind countless rags along the way, and walked the arduous trek through the Bishui River Valley. I saw the faintly towering gate under the gray sky.