The people under the altar, all shapes and shapes, each have their own thoughts.

Zhao Mengqi had no distractions, step by step, and walked to the top steadily.

The high places are cold, and the wind is difficult to walk.

Standing in the center of the top of the altar, there are no walls in all directions, and the wind pierces the heart, if it were not for the blessing of more than sixty catties of armor, Zhao Mengqi may have been swept into the sky by the wind at this moment.

The rain was like thorns, smashing at Zhao Mengqi, looking for every gap in his armor, burrowing into it, and frantically grabbing the heat from his body.

Zhao Mengqi endured the cold trembling, kept beating against the raindrops, and struggled to open his eyes to look into the distance.

Heaven and earth hung upside down, chaotic, trapping his vision within three miles.

On the four sides of the city wall, there are soldiers standing densely, all of them motionless, as if they are integrated with the city wall.

Surrounded by the people with their heads up, although they couldn't see their faces clearly, Zhao Mengqi could feel their ardent and fiery gaze.

The reason why they believe that the sacrifice is feasible is not ignorant, but in the face of a disaster that they are powerless to resist, they can only put their hope in the gods, or those who can communicate with the gods.

Zhao Mengqi slowly raised his hand above his head and waved it violently, "Enlightenment!"

The trumpet sounded for a long time, through the rain, through the clouds, and shook for nine days.

The drums of war beat in unison, stirring the waves, shaking the earth, and resounding through the earth.

The officers and men of the three armies shouted in unison, "Worship heaven and earth, China... Strict! Outside... Do it!"

The sacrificial ceremony officially began, and at this moment, no matter what thoughts in their hearts, everyone became solemn.

It seems that an inexplicable power emerges from the depths of the soul, expelling the cold on his body, which makes Zhao Mengqi's spirit greatly lifted, and he raised his palm, his voice stopped, and ten thousand people were silent.

"Lonely, Great Song Zhao Yu!"

"Today, I sacrifice to heaven and earth on behalf of my father, but pray for peace in the world!"

"But heaven and earth are impermanent, how can they be peaceful? Pray? Wish?"

"Tianxingjian, the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement, the terrain is good, the gentleman is carrying things with virtue, and God helps those who help themselves!"

"Man, born in the world, standing up to the sky and the earth, the so-called peace, all hands are enough, throwing blood to fight for what is available......

Every sentence was uttered by Zhao Mengqi with an angry roar, overpowering the sound of wind and rain, and after it reached everyone's ears, many people were shocked in their hearts.

What does this mean?

said that it was good to worship the heavens, but in his words, it seemed to be saying that peace was not a gift from heaven, but people fought for it themselves.

That's too outrageous, isn't it!?

In Zhenze Building, everyone shook their heads.

"Our Highness, isn't it too arrogant?"

"Hehe, the sky is not enough to be afraid of, I think His Royal Highness King Yan wants to follow Wang Jiefu."

"So, it's rumored that King Yan has a heart for change, isn't it groundless?"

"Judging from his past behavior, but he is not a person who follows the rules, in the future, our Great Song Dynasty will have trouble."

"In my opinion, this highness is young and ignorant, too self-righteous, and sooner or later he will be troubled."

"Hehe, the contemptible people think that it is not too late, it is reported that His Royal Highness King Yan swore in public that if he can't drive away the hurricane, he will not be surnamed Zhao from now on." c

"This works? It's just empty words, and if he doesn't keep his oath, who can do anything to him?"

"That's not necessarily, there are not a few people in the court who don't like King Yan, grab this handle, even if you can't bring him down, you can stink him."

"Haha... What can a man of his word do even if he sits on the throne!?"

Under the altar, Wu Qian's brows furrowed, he couldn't understand what King Yan wanted to do, but at this time, he couldn't stop it, his heart began to sink and he became uneasy.

The other officials and generals also had different expressions, and the old men in the canopy were even more stunned and surprised.

Only Wanwan knew Zhao Mengqi's plan, and she couldn't persuade her, so she could only pray silently, and the worry between her eyebrows continued unabated.

Most of the people don't understand the trick and only act as swallows

The king was reading the sacrificial text, and they all listened carefully with bated breath, for fear that he was not pious enough and would annoy God.

「…… The peace of our Huaxia, the first meritorious one, is countless heroes who sacrificed their lives and forgot their deaths, bravely resisted the enemy, far away from the north to chase meat porridge, the south to the peace, near to resist Mongolia, to resist the traitors."

"The strong man is gone, leaving the heroic soul in the world, Kyushu is colorless with the sorrowful sky, and the four seas are roaring together to sacrifice heroes!"

"Through the ages, the clouds are gone, they are heroic, and the sad song is not finished. Here, Lone pleads, everyone mourns silently, to sacrifice the soul of the hero!"

After speaking, Zhao Mengqi took the lead in kneeling down on one knee, holding his hands in his hands, and bowing his head in silence.

The soldiers of the Quartet roared in unison, "The heroic spirit is always here, bless me Huaxia!"

Immediately, they all knelt on one knee in unison.

On the city, on the altar, and on duty in a formation around them, nearly 10,000 soldiers acted in unison, and after the sound of the armor, there was silence, but the heart was tumbling.

The people seemed to understand something, and gradually, they all bowed and mourned.

In Zhenze Building, everyone changed color, as if they had suddenly swallowed a mouthful of flies.

"This ......"

"King Yan is buying the hearts of the army!"

"He, is he crazy? He is the legitimate crown prince, what is the intention of bribing the army?"

"Who knows?"

In the canopy, a group of old men looked at me, I looked at you, their eyes were full of horror, and the same sentence flashed.

The Son of Heaven is the one who is strong and strong!

This sentence is the law in the troubled times of the five generations, but now King Yan's behavior seems to be intended to implement this law.

Why did the Great Song Dynasty use literature to control the military, it was precisely because he came out of that troubled era and was afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past, so he overcorrected.

King Yan's throne, at this time, can be said to be as stable as Mount Tai, even if he lies in the palace and does nothing, this throne will fall on his head sooner or later.

If he doesn't need soldiers and horses to compete for the throne, then who does he want to guard against and deal with with the warriors?

No, the Great Song Dynasty is a scholar and a doctor who shares the world with the Son of Heaven, does King Yan want to dominate the world!?

The old men thought about it, their hearts beating in shock, and their bodies began to tremble.

Wu Qian and other civil officials also kept their eyelids jumping, fearing that King Yan would embark on an evil path and bring endless military disasters from then on.

The people would not have thought of this, they only knew that if it were not for the heroic sacrifice and tenacious perseverance of the defenders of the city the day before yesterday, they would have fallen under the butcher's knife of the rebel thieves.

Therefore, they are truly grateful and mournful to the martyrs, and they do not feel that there is anything wrong.

After a stick of incense, Zhao Mengqi got up, and the others followed, raised their heads, and poured their eyes on him through the rain curtain again.

At this time, the wind and rain became a little smaller, Zhao Mengqi stepped forward with his sword, slowly looked around, and spoke again.

"The day before yesterday, nearly 10,000 rebels attacked Wujiang, and the city was in danger.

"This peace is the peace of thousands of soldiers and civilians who fought hard and made great sacrifices in exchange for it, and I think that all those who participated in the war, regardless of the army and civilians, are heroes!"

"Here, there is only one word, a nation without heroes is unfortunate, a nation with heroes but does not know how to respect and cherish is incorrigible, with great people, but not a country that does not know how to support, love, and admire, is a slave state without hope."

"You say, I am a dignified Song Dynasty, a descendant of Yanhuang and Miao, and a Chinese orthodox, can I become a slave state?"

After this sentence was shouted, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were quiet.

"Can't! No! Long live the Great Song!" The officers and men of the three armies shouted in unison.

The people were also excited, "No! No! Long live the Great Song! ……」

Subsequently, the military and the people converged into one, "Long live the Great Song Dynasty! Long live King Yan! ……」

In the noisy roar, everyone's strength seemed to converge on Zhao Mengqi's body, making the golden armor on his body shine.

Oops!

King Yan, this is arrogance! It's a big disrespect!

Wu Qian's face turned pale, King Yan's incendiary means were too terrible, I am afraid that he would establish himself as the emperor at this time and send troops to attack Lin'an, and these people would also act blindly.

Of course, he also understood that King Yan would not do such a stupid thing, and there was no need to do it at all.

It's just that this matter must be impossible to hide, and after that, there will definitely be people in the DPRK and China who will make a big fuss about it.

Hey, my Highness, why are you making trouble for yourself!?

In fact, Zhao Mengqi's cheeks were beating wildly at this time, and he didn't expect that people would actually shout "Long live King Yan", although he was confident to solve the trouble caused by this matter, but he was not full and liked to have nothing to do.

He hurriedly stretched out his hands and pressed them in the air to stop everyone's shouting.

After the voice stopped, he continued, "Since we must respect heroes, we must not let heroes shed blood and tears, before, Lone promised that he would never treat anyone who contributed to the country, at this time, Lone must reiterate again, the previous promise will be doubled!"

"That is to say, both soldiers and civilians, those who were injured in this battle can receive subsidies ranging from 20 to 200 yuan, and those who died in battle will receive a pension of 600 yuan and 6 acres of fertile land, and all those who participate in the battle will be rewarded for their meritorious deeds!"

Hiss!

Quite a few gasped.

Especially Wu Qian and others who knew the details, they were even more shocked by King Yan's generosity.

There were three armies participating in the battle, the Praetorian Guard Banzhi, the Wujiang Garrison, and the Fenghua Army, a total of less than 1,000, counting the ineffective treatment, and finally killed more than 400 people, and basically everyone was injured, even if not counting some skin injuries, there were more than 400 light and serious wounded.

Of the 1,500 people who assisted in the battle, nearly 200 were killed and more than 300 were wounded.

The death pension alone costs 350,000 yuan, and there are 3,500 acres of land, plus subsidies and rewards for the wounded, and the small one million yuan is gone......

When Wu Qian was shocked, Zhao Mengqi continued, "Then, I plan to choose a place to build a martyr's cemetery, specifically for the burial of the martyrs, and here, build a martyr's shrine to worship the fallen soldiers and civilians, this altar will also be retained in the future, and converted into a permanent monument, the names of all the soldiers and civilians who participated in the war will be engraved on it, and the book will be compiled to record it!" And in the future, it will gradually become an eternal example, and we will never treat anyone who sacrifices their lives for the country!"

Everyone roared again, and the soldiers of the three armies took the lead and shouted, "Hooray! Long live King Yan! Banzai! Hooray! ……」