PS: This is the chapter with the least number of words, and it's definitely not because of the despicable cutting corners, but because I think that any other story doesn't deserve to be put together with this paragraph.

The second day of the second month of the second month of the third year of Xianchun.

As the folk say, the dragon raises its head.

West of Xiangyang City, Da Hyeon Mountain.

Under the huge cliff stone, the white flags fluttered in the wind, and there was a murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth, as if the spring that had just sprouted was also strangled in this solemnity. Along the mountain rocks, as far as the eye can see, the battle flags are scattered, and the army is lined up. Rows of swords, guns, swords, and halberds silently pointed straight at the sky.

Wen Tianxiang was dressed in the court clothes of a Song Dynasty official, standing quietly under the cliff carving, the wind blowing his sleeves and scratching his skin. However, the prefect of Xiangyang and the pacification envoy of Jingnan Road, who was about to take office, were staring at the high slope in front of him at this time, without the slightest expression.

On the hillside, a huge stone monument pointed proudly to the sky, as if the forest array and the sea of guns and swords standing below could not make it fearful. On one side of the stele, there is the cliff stone carving of Da Xian Mountain, on which the text is big, although it has been ravaged by years of wind and rain, it still shows the strength and strength of the year, and even more bright red than usual.

It's like blood has clotted back on it.

Yang Bao, who was standing opposite Wen Tianxiang, pressed his sword in his hand, looked up silently in the wind, and looked at the cliff carving, "Zhuangzaixian, the north and south of the ridge, the ravine, the valley of several tombs." Dry energy yang, peel Si Fu. Tens of millions of years, Pingwu country! ”。

In the eleventh year of Chunyou of the Great Song Dynasty (1252 AD), Li Zengbo, who was then the envoy of the Jinghu system, once led the army in Da Xian Mountain and fought several bloody battles with the Mongol army that went south. Finally repelled the Mongols, and recorded his merits in the Da Hyeon Mountain. To mourn the soldiers who died in battle.

(Author's note: In the first year of Hou Xianchun, the elderly Li Zengbo angered Jia Yidao and was removed from office. Without a trace, Li Gong made great achievements in the bloody battle of Xiangyang, and he was also a patriotic poet in the late Southern Song Dynasty. ）

Perhaps Li Zengbo, who was high-spirited and remembered his merits in the past, would not have thought that seventeen years later, another group of people would stand under this cliff stone carving to mourn their dead robes, which was just different from the last time when he guarded Xiangyang and repelled Mongolia, this time, it was a dignified annihilation of all the 150,000 Mongolian infantry troops who went south. It has been an unprecedented victory in the Southern Song Dynasty for more than ten years.

Standing beside Yang Bao, Wang Jin, Bian Juyi and others looked up at the stone carvings, their eyes were blazing, and Tang Zhen, a literati, even trembled and his eyes were already moist. Seventeen years, seventeen years! How many great Song Dynasty heroes fought bloodily for 17 years, and finally had the face to return to this Xian Mountain, face their ancestors again, show proud achievements, and pay tribute to the heroic soldiers!

A person's life. and how many seventeen years; How many seventeen years are there in this dynasty?

"Ye Envoy-kun, to ——!" A shout was heard in the distance.

"Ye Envoy-kun, to ——!" Another person shouted. The voice of one person echoed in the valley, still earth-shattering.

"All compartments of the Tianwu Army, array!" Yang Bao, Wang Jin, Bian Juyi and Yin Yu who came in place of Jiang Hao. At the same time, he took a step forward and participated in the battle on behalf of the Tianwu Army.

The voice just fell. The Tianwu military array standing at the foot of the hillside was like a parting ocean. Be in apple-pie order. The rows of low-hanging spears are the churning waves, with irresistible strength, to meet the only king who can make them happy and convinced!

The sound of spears and spears echoed in the valley, and a snow-white war horse appeared at the end of the valley first, and the knight was dressed in silver armor and walked forward slowly. And then jumped out of the horizon, is the crimson fluttering flag, the big "leaf" character can still be seen clearly even if standing on the hillside.

Five hundred cavalry lined up in a long formation, closely following Ye Yingwu, everyone was holding their heads high, and everyone was a freshly dressed and angry horse.

Looking at the formation of tens of thousands of soldiers in front of him, listening to the echo in the valley, the corners of Ye Yingwu's mouth showed a subtle smile of relief. Did it, he was, after all, did it!

"See Ye Envoy-kun!" The two heads standing at the front shouted loudly, their faces were already red, as if it would be a lifetime of shame to be a little lower than the other party's voice.

Before the words fell, all the soldiers in the entire valley, whether it was these commanders with great achievements on the hillside, or ordinary soldiers lined up along the valley, knelt on one knee in unison, and expressed their heartfelt respect to Ye Envoy Jun who rode forward.

On the battlefield, the soldiers are in armor, even if they face the emperor, they don't have to kneel on one knee to salute, not to mention that the Great Song Dynasty, which has no clear requirements for kneeling, kneeling on one knee is already the highest respect that a soldier in armor can express, and today in front of Ye Yingwu, they have no reservations, just like the people of Xingzhou knelt down all over the city that day.

A good man only kneels to heaven and earth, kneels to his parents, and kneels to be a hero who is happy and convinced!

Ye Yingwu looked at the faces around him that might still be immature, with an awe-inspiring aura in his eyes, he drew his sword, raised his head and pointed the blade at the sky: "Tianwu Army, invincible, invincible!" ”

"Tianwu Army, invincible, invincible!"

Whether it is every soldier, or Wen Tianxiang and Deng Guangjian, these civil officials, they are all doing their best and roaring with their last strength. Maybe they will go their separate ways after today, or maybe they will no longer be soldiers of the Tianwu Army after today, but at this moment, they are an inseparable member of the Tianwu Army, and at this moment, everyone has become flesh and blood.

Even if you leave the Tianwu Army, what can you do, everyone is a soldier of the Tianwu Army after all, just like the town navy that is fighting in Lianghuai, who in the Tianwu Army has not regarded them as a part of the Tianwu Army, as their own life and death, and the robe brothers who entrust their backs? !

The voice shook the earth, with the pride of a strong army, the pride of the soul.

Ye Yingwu turned over and dismounted at the foot of the hillside, and there was a neat sound behind him, and all the soldiers stood facing the hillside again, like the sea returning to its wide and invincible after sending off the king.

The five hundred cavalry of the Hundred Battles also dismounted at the same time, and in the face of the towering stone monument, they were not qualified to continue to sit on horseback. The dead are the greatest, and all the soldiers of the Tianwu Army who died in battle. They all deserve this power and dignity that belongs to them alone, and it is their blood and life that they use. In exchange for the supreme glory of the Tianwu Army.

The wind whipped the sleeves and howled with a mournful howl. Wen Tianxiang walked down the hill slowly alone, and arched his hand at Ye Yingwu: "See the envoy." ”

Ye Yingwu nodded, looking at the cliff carvings on one side, his heart was also shocked for no reason, and the pace under his feet couldn't help but slow down. It seems that what is watching him here is not all the soldiers of the Tianwu Army, but all the loyal martyrs who died in the two Xiangyang Wars.

The white flags danced in the wind, and the wind swept the red flags, as if to bring a faint cry.

Mountains. The pine waves are like the tide! In this winter wind, there is no cold plum, no spring, only this arrogant cedar, high-spirited and outstanding, just like a soldier guarding Da Xian Mountain.

"Their loyal souls are still there!" Ye Yingwu muttered, "Maybe many of them have turned into this pine, still guarding this mountain and river." ”

Wen Tianxiang silently did not answer. There was already a sparkle in his eyes, and as an extremely strong person, he didn't know that this was the first time in many years that he had the urge to cry. Not for anything else, just for this pine. Just for the soldiers who died in the battle of the martial army on this day, the land stained red with blood, and for the powerful characters carved on this cliff stone and the merits behind it!

I didn't expect that a certain Wen Tianxiang could also be born in this tragic and fortunate event!

When Wen Tianxiang's thoughts were turning and his heart was emotional. Ye Yingwu had already walked to the foot of the stone tablet, and a desk was placed there. Cigarette smoke curls in the incense burner on both sides. And on the incense case, there were no other bells and whistles. There is only one head, which is the head of Ashu, and there is nothing more than the head of Ashu to comfort the spirit of the sacrificed soldiers of the Tianwu Army in the sky.

Ye Yingwu looked at the head of Ah Shu, then looked up at the stone tablet that rose to the sky, and was silent.

Jiang Tie stepped forward quickly, pouring a bowl of turbid wine, Ye Yingwu nodded, and reached out to take the wine bowl. Although it is just an ordinary coarse porcelain bowl, it seems to condense a heaviness and a history of blood and fire that belongs to the Tianwu Army.

The wafting liquor seems to reflect the golden iron horse and the journey of blood and fire of the Tianwu Army.

Holding the wine bowl tightly, Ye Yingwu turned around, the sky was above his head, the hillside under his feet stretched to the end, the invincible steel lineup of the Tianwu Army inside and outside the valley was solemn and mighty, and the battle flag stained with red blood was swept in the wind.

Endless white flags fluttered in front of and behind him, as if to guide all the lost Heroic Spirits in their own direction.

Let's take a look, come to this Daxian Mountain!

"Generously go to the country, and look at death as if you were going home!" Ye Yingwu said loudly, and the wind blew his voice from the top of the hillside to the valley, as if this sentence was not said by Ye Yingwu, but there was such an echo between heaven and earth.

There was silence between the mountains and fields, and only Ye Yingwu's voice was echoing.

After taking a solemn sip of wine, Ye Yingwu threw the wine bowl to the ground, the wine bowl shattered, and the wine splashed like a pearl with a broken thread: "The good son of the Tianwu Army, the soul is back!" The heroes and martyrs who sacrificed for the country have returned! The sky is the bed, the mountain is the mausoleum, the sea is the incense, the hero of China, the soul returns——! ”

"The Return of the Soul ——!" Wen Tianxiang and the others followed Ye Yingwu and read softly.

"The Return of the Soul ——!" Countless soldiers of the Tianwu Army followed Ye Yingwu and shouted at the same time, as if these four words had infinite charm and could awaken those robes that had fallen forever in front of them.

The Soul Returns!

The Soul Returns!

The pine waves are surging, the battle flags are fluttering, and the white flags are dancing, this is a national martyrdom!

I don't know who was the first to cry softly, and then, up and down the valley, the crying became louder and louder. No one to stop it, no one to object, as if in this mournful voice, everyone heard their own hearts, and they all heard the roar of the heroic spirits in the sky.

Generously go to the country, and see death as if it were home. The Tianwu Army marched northward, marching hand in hand along both sides of the Han River, fighting fiercely outside Yingzhou, blood-stained Hutou Mountain, angrily fighting Anyang Beach, pursuing Lumen Mountain, and finally intercepting Lu Wenhuan, and finally standing here, standing here well, Erlang, who was already only half of the before, half of the soldiers of the Tianwu Army fell on this land, fertilizing the world with their flesh and blood, and defending this mountain and river with their flesh and blood.

They are worthy of their ancestors and ancestors, and they are worthy of the heavens and the earth.

"If you want to cry, just cry." Ye Yingwu listened to the cry brought by the wind, and he didn't know whether the people were crying, or the heroic spirit was crying, or the whole world was crying, almost subconsciously, Ye Yingwu looked at Wen Tianxiang and them.

Before Ye Yingwu finished speaking, Tang Zhen, Wen Tianxiang, and even these generals who fought bloody battles again and again, all cried loudly, and tears soaked the land. They are alive, they have fought their way out of the flesh mill of Xiangyang, and they weep, not for their own bravery and luck, but for the robes that have fallen forever.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to be sad.

Today, the soldiers of the Tianwu Army are sacrificing their robes, which is this sad time.

In the valley, I am afraid that only Ye Yingwu did not cry, this Ye Yuanjun, who was known in the world in the first battle, pursed his lips tightly at this time, looked at the scene in front of him, and said nothing. In this sad voice, Ye Yingwu faintly felt a trace of relief. He has done his best to forge this army, and now that his military soul has been cast, he will firmly support this army and fight for the survival and dignity of a nation.

Looking at the soldiers in the valley, Ye Yingwu slowly closed his eyes, this is a certain Tianwu army.

It is also the world of a certain Ye Yingwu, the era of a certain Ye Yingwu.

What's more, a certain Ye Yingwu's green mountains are 90,000 miles!

After all, it was not in vain.

There was a choked song from the valley, or rather, it could no longer be regarded as a song, but a hoarse cry from the bottom of the hearts of the soldiers. Gradually, the sound became more and more neat, and finally turned into sonorous and powerful bytes, echoing in the hillside valley.

"The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north,

The dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword qi is like frost,

The heart is like the Yellow River.

Twenty years, between vertical and horizontal, who can resist.

Hatred, where the long knife goes,

How many siblings are buried in their bones.

What a pity to die to repay the country,

Endure sighing, even more speechless, blood and tears in his eyes.

The horseshoe goes south, and the man looks north,

People look north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust is flying.

I will defend the land and reopen the territory,

The dignified China wants to let the Quartet,

Come and congratulate! ”

I don't know if I don't think so, Ye Yingwu has also hummed softly with the song, and two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, returning to heaven and earth. (To be continued.) )