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On April 18, the second year of the Great Qin Dynasty, Xianyang, the capital of Great Qin, Xianyang Palace Square.

Three days ago, Xianyang City, which had been empty because of the return of Emperor Qin II, was boiling again.

Today, the second emperor of Great Qin, Hu Hai, will accept the Donghu clan leader Mohuer in the main hall of Xianyang Palace. From now on, there will be hundreds of thousands of people of the Donghu clan in Daqin's household register.

With the sound of the vast horn, the originally noisy Xianyang Palace Square gradually calmed down.

The rumbling footsteps came from the avenue in front of Xianyang Palace Square, from far and near.

The avenue in front of Xianyang Palace Square has been separated by countless Qin soldiers since yesterday night, and no one can enter it. Originally, the people of Xianyang thought that it would be for His Majesty the Emperor or for Mohuerliu, the leader of Donghu who wanted to meet the emperor.

After a short period of calm, countless Xianyang people on both sides of the avenue suddenly erupted into a louder uproar.

All the soldiers who came over were Qin soldiers wearing pitch-black armor, and they were in groups of six.

At first, many people thought that it would be a military parade like the day the emperor left Xianyang to drive his own army, but when the Qin soldiers approached, all the people understood that this was not a military parade at all.

The soldiers of the Qin army in a group of six did not carry any weapons except for the armor, but they all held a small black clay pot in their arms!

This clay pot has been seen by many people in Xianyang, because when Wang Li returned to Xianyang, in addition to Wang Li's coffin, there were countless clay pots like the clay pots held by these Qin soldiers today. Those were the remains of the fallen soldiers of the Qin army.

The reason why the people of Xianyang are not sure is only because these clay pots are covered by a neatly folded black brocade, some stand on a high place and the sharp eyes can see the middle of the black brocade, some are big birds that want to spread their wings and fly high, some are hideous and terrifying giant tortoises, some are driving clouds and green dragons, some are roaring white tigers, and some are black tigers with wings on their backs.

The people of Xianyang are noisy because they are not unfamiliar with these five types of flags.

Seven months ago, at the majestic military parade that took place in front of Xianyang Palace Square, many people have seen it.

This is the five major guard legions that His Majesty the Second Emperor of Great Qin single-handedly organized.

In the past seven months, it was these five major armies that shed their blood in the east, west, south and north of Great Qin, either for the great cause of Great Qin's unification or to defend against foreign thieves, and created great victories that brought tears to the eyes of countless old Qins and made their hearts glorious.

It can be said that without the emperor's five major legions, the current Guanzhong may have been in chaos a long time ago, and the current Great Qin may have been on the verge of collapse, and the Qin army soldiers holding clay pots could not see the end at a glance, so they slowly opened in silence. Every soldier looked solemn and resolute. The corners of the eyes shimmer.

I don't know when the air began to fill the air with an aura that made me feel extremely heavy and even sad.

It seems to be sad, it seems to be gratifying, it seems to be proud, and it is even more like pride!

The noisy people of Xianyang finally quieted down.

The sound of the horn suddenly stopped!

The sound of Huang Zhong Dalu's music suddenly came from the main hall of Xianyang Palace, which was high above.

It's not festive music, it's not cheerful music, it's the solemn and sad old Qin music.

The moment they heard this music, many old Qin people instantly understood what the clay pot held by the soldiers of the Qin army was.

At that time, Great Qin was just a barbaric country that was coerced by the princes to stay in what the Central Plains princes considered barren and desolate places such as Guanzhong.

In the clay pot, there are all the remains of the fallen Qin soldiers.

Every clay pot and every flag represents a soldier of the five legions who died on the battlefield!

The soldiers of the Qin army who can't see the end at a glance, and the clay pot that can't see the end at a glance!

Victory belongs to Daqin.

Grief, but it can't be left to the warriors themselves!

"There is a mulberry in the north and a yang in the south.

There are chariots and chariots, far away from our state.

The black hair is old, and the martyrs are together.

Looking west at Guanshan, I miss my hometown.

The long valley is like a letter, and the river is firm.

The gentleman goes, I hesitate a lot.

Guanshan homeland, with the son.

……”

I don't know who took the lead, I don't know who sang it first, this old Qin ballad that has been sung every time the old Qiaowei clan goes out or returns for hundreds of years, gathers above the Xianyang Palace Square, and finally becomes the only note in this heaven and earth!

Hu Hai stood on the high platform of the main hall of Xianyang Palace, listening to the desolate and simple Qin ballads in his ears, and watching the rows of soldiers of the Qin army who walked into the Great Qin Heroic Martyrs Tower with clay pots in his arms, and lost his mind in a trance.

Before yesterday, he had no idea how much the five major armies and the Nine Plains Army had lost in the nearly seven-month war. He's never been very sensitive to numbers.

Until this moment, watching the pitch-black small clay pots being sent into the Great Qin Heroic Martyrs Tower, Hu Hai knew that in the past seven months, how many Great Qin Erlang had bravely charged because of one of his orders, and finally died on the battlefield.

Numbers, if they just exist on paper, you will never feel the weight of them.

In seven months, the five major legions, including the Tiger Army, the White Tiger Army, the Blue Dragon Army, the Vermilion Bird Army, the Xuanwu Army, and the Jiuyuan Army, killed a total of 89,612 in the Great Qin Army.

Among them, the Jiuyuan Army suffered the largest number of casualties because of the battle with Maoton, and the number of dead soldiers was close to 50,000. The remaining 50,000 or so were all soldiers who had died in battle among the five major legions. Among them, the Tiger Ben Army accounts for half of them!

Looking at the clay pots that seemed to be unfinished, Hu Hai knew that each clay pot represented a fallen soldier. Many of their lives have just begun and are already over. Many of them have already left before they even have time to practice filial piety.

Each of these clay pots represents a tragedy of white hair entering and black hair entering the territory of Daqin!

And these clay pots are just soldiers who have lost their lives in battle. The number of disabled soldiers, not surprisingly, should be at least double or even more.

"Your Majesty!"

Wang Yan's slightly shrill low voice suddenly woke up the distracted Hu Hai.

Hu Hai raised his eyes and saw that on the long jade steps, hundreds of officials at all levels of Daqin were looking up at him, with doubts in their eyes in awe.

On the huge Xianyang Palace Square, swords and guns are like a forest, surging into the head, but there is no sound.

Countless eyes with various meanings were looking at him.

In seven months, after trekking tens of thousands of miles, Hu Hai was much thinner and darker than before. However, the back is also more erect than before. The power on his body has also become heavier.

Obviously, on such occasions, the ministers were a little confused about the emperor.

"Qin Feng!!"

Hu Hai suddenly raised his arms and shouted!

A brief silence!

"Qin Feng!"

"Qin Feng!"

"Qin Feng!"

…… In the quiet city of Xianyang, a tsunami-like roar suddenly burst out, over and over again! (To be continued)