It's still a prairie, but everyone feels at home. When I got here, I no longer had the confusion of the lonely boat floating on the sea, but a down-to-earth feeling. What does home feel like? It's serenity and serenity.

All the people gathered on the plain, Yang Hao rode his horse, under the guard of the soldiers, and galloped gently through the black oppressive crowd until the end, and then circled the horse back and stood facing all the people, this is a high slope.

He knew that his voice could not be heard by everyone, but in a hoarse voice, he shouted to all the people with all his might: "Fathers and fellow villagers, we are safe now." Remember, from now on, you are a Song person. ”

His voice was a little choked: "Commander Luo, Commander Liu, and Commander He, led 3,500 brave and fearless soldiers of the Song Army, who were fearless in life and death, and exchanged their lives for our vitality. ”

He flicked his horse's head, faced east, galloped a few steps forward, reined in the horse, and stood silently. All the people who helped the old and the young, and the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, did not say a word, and looked back with him.

The rain was still fluttering, just in front of where they were standing, but the direction they had walked over, the rain had stopped, the sun rose in the east and the rain in the west, on the other side of the river, at the end of the sky, a round of colorful rainbows hung high on it, the rainbow bridge, but the way for the heroic spirits to rest in heaven?

Yang Hao was silent for a moment, took a long breath, and cheered up: "Everyone take a break, and then continue to hurry." Li Yuchang and Li Yuanwai have rushed back first, and reported the news of our arrival to the general of Fuzhou. General Fuzhou will soon send someone to pick everyone up and settle everything for everyone. From now on, this is your home! ”

The people were silent for a while, and then cheered loudly: no longer have to be afraid, no longer afraid of being displaced, they have finally settled down, these little people do not ask much, as long as the family can live together in peace, but these days, they have experienced too much life and death and blood. Now, until now, they are finally safe, and even the air they breathe now seems to have a hint of serenity and peace. Some of them laughed, some danced, and each expressed the joy and happiness of the rest of their lives in different ways.

In the crowd, a few people suddenly knelt on the ground and shouted to Yang Hao from the bottom of their hearts: "Long live!" Banzai! Hooray! ”

One person moved, everyone followed, and the people around them were quickly infected by it, and then knelt on the ground, bowed to Yang Hao, and sincerely expressed their gratitude in their hearts: "Long live! Hooray......"

The few people who expressed their gratitude in their way were like a stone thrown into the calm lake, rippling out, with them as the center, and the people who were black and overwhelming as far as the eye could see responded one after another, and then knelt down.

Many of them didn't know the name of the lord, and many of them didn't know the names of these officials, but they all knew that it was this lord who rode alone in front of the two armies to save a sick baby who was unwilling to sell the capital, and they all knew that it was this civil official who did not know martial arts and stayed on the other side of the river with those generals, and at the last moment, it was he who abandoned his hope of survival and destroyed the bridge of life and the bridge of death. They all know that it was this person who led them out of their dead end and gave them a new lease of life.

"Hooray! Banzai! Hooray! ”

There are no more words, they just express the joy and gratitude in their hearts in the simplest of words. At first, there was chaos, but soon there was a short, loud voice in the plains, and even the rain ahead seemed to be frightened.

The rain stopped.

When the sound of long live sounded from the crowd, Yang Hao had not heard it. When there are more and more people kneeling, and the sound of long live is getting louder and louder, Yang Hao can hear it clearly, Yang Hao was shocked and shouted loudly, but only a few people in front of him could be heard, even these people refused to stop shouting, and later, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground, and the sound of long live was clear and clear, and it was impossible to stop it.

The soldiers of the Song army behind him were all disgraced when they heard the voice of "Long live", and when they looked around, the entire plain was full of people worshipping and worshipping, and only a few people stood sparsely in the crowd, Li Guangcen, Ye Dashao, Tang Yanyan, Bisu, and their entourage and family members, all of them were stunned and at a loss. There is another one, Cheng Dexuan, who stood quietly at the bottom of the slope, unhappy and expressionless.

Yang Hao's palms were cold, and he was already in a cold sweat. Of course, he knows that since ancient times, emperors can tolerate everything, and can be generous and forgiving, but there is only one thing, that is, the threat to the throne, whether the threat is just a symptom or a fantasy that cannot become a reality at all, the emperor will not sit idly by. Back then, Chai Rong's generation of male masters, wasn't it because of a small wooden sign of "checking to be the Son of Heaven" that he was suspicious? After experiencing countless usurpation farces for five generations, Zhao Da, who has also replaced him as the emperor, once he knows it...... Suddenly, Yang Hao turned over and dismounted, ran two steps in the southeast direction, lifted his robe, knelt on the ground in the direction of Kaifeng Mansion, and learned from the countless people who worshiped and cheered around him, and shouted: "Long live!" Banzai! Hooray! Banzai! Banzai! Hooray! Long live our emperor! Long live our emperor......"

Seeing Yang Hao kneeling down, the sound of the people shouting suddenly stopped, and when the people kneeling nearby heard Yang Hao's shouting clearly, they immediately followed him and shouted: "Long live!" Banzai! Long live our emperor! ”

The new cheering slogan spread rapidly under the guidance of Yang Hao, becoming the main theme of this 10,000-person worship, the Song army soldiers behind Yang Hao were relieved, and knelt down one after another, and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians followed Yang Hao and shouted: "Long live my emperor!" Long live our emperor! Ye Dashao and the others, who were originally a little cramped and uneasy because the big guys were standing, also knelt down one after another, shouting long live.

Tang Yanyan took out a small handkerchief very ladylikely, looked at the dirty ground, frowned and looked at the palm-sized handkerchief in his hand, and put it away again. As soon as she bent down, she pulled the hem of the kneeling man's clothes in front of her and spread it on the ground, and then she knelt down prettyly, but her wonderful eyes glanced at Yang Hao, full of admiration for him to resolve the crisis.

Kneeling in front of him was Bisu, turning his head to see that his monk's robe was made into a futon by Tang Yanyan, and the sausage mouth of the senior monk of Bisu was very aggrieved. Li Guangcen glanced at Yang Hao, a flash of understanding and admiration flashed in his eyes, he smiled, gestured to the subordinates standing around, and knelt down.

Cheng Dexuan was stunned, until he found that he was the only one standing there alone in the entire wilderness, then he knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Long live!" Banzai! Hooray! ”

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ as soon as he entered the Zhe clan's sphere of influence, Yang Hao found that this place was very different from the area of Bazhou and Guangyuan. There are still large areas of grassland and land here, but there are many mountains and waters, the mountains are dangerous mountains, the water is bad water, there are very few small villages here, most of them are fortresses or cottages inhabited by tribes, or by the mountains, or by the water, all in the dangerous places, all in the places where the road must pass, it can be said that the battalion and infantry base are step by step.

Most of the castle walls here are built of rammed earth, such as the stone mountain, and there are also stone buildings in some places, but there are not many. The fortresses and cottages in the Zhefu area are all built of rammed earth except for a few stone sections, but this rammed earth is extremely strong, hard and sharpened, not inferior to stones.

Seeing Yang Hao's team without a banner and in tattered clothes all the way, the fortress cottage on the road immediately rang the bell and drum, and all the women and children, and the villagers who were wandering outside all avoided the fortress. Here, due to the perennial attacks from the Khitan nomadic tribes in the north, the Hui tribes in the northwest, and even the Tufanzahu tribes in the northwest, almost every man is a well-trained warrior who has his own set of methods for dealing with the army.

Yang Hao didn't want to disturb these villagers, but most of the remaining grain and grass were left on the other side of the Zhulang Bridge, although once the Fuzhou general learned the news, he would send someone to meet him as soon as possible, but how could so many people not eat water and rice all day long, the team of people went to the evening of the next day, and the little grain that came across the bridge was also announced. At this time, it was already dusk, and I saw a majestic fortress built against the mountain in front of me, the sunlight on the ground had been blocked by the mountains, and the sunset on the first floor was reflected on the fortress built against the mountain, and the gold was as bright as gold, so I stopped the line and came to beg for help.

The fortress had already been prepared, and many strong men hid behind the battlements of arrows, watching the movement of this team vigilantly. Yang Hao raised his hands and stepped forward alone, looked up, and saw a plaque hanging high on the fort gate, with three vague big characters "Mu Ke Zhai" on it.

"...... in the Wall"

Yang Hao didn't say a word, and the village said, "Whoosh!" An arrow was shot down, and it was nailed to the front of his boot, and the tail of the arrow was still buzzing and trembling, and a cold rebuke came from the fortress: "Don't take a step closer, and if you dare to advance, you will be killed!" ”

Yang Hao raised his head and arched his hand upward, and said in a loud voice: "This official is Yang Jie, the special envoy of the Great Song Dynasty to relocate the people, and led 40,000 people from the Northern Han Dynasty to move to the northwest. I don't know which one above is the owner of the village, please come out to talk. ”

Seeing Yang Hao stepping forward alone, a person also flashed out of the village, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, heroic, very handsome, dressed in gray cloth, holding a bow and sword, majestic. He stood at the head of the city, stepped on the arrow stack with one foot, and put an arrow on his bow, and looked at Yang Hao coldly: "You...... Is it the Great Song Qincha? ”