Wu Nian's heart is flesh and blood.

But his temperament is stronger than ordinary people.

Evil is like hatred, and there is only one word for treating the enemy [kill]. The means are fierce, ploughing the court and sweeping the holes.

But he was very generous to those who were good and faithful.

The king of Han is benevolent and righteous, treats the people well, and dies. Ten years is like a day.

That's the heart.

Huanglong fought a battle, with tens of thousands of casualties.

The Battle of Liaodong and the Battle of Pinggoguryeo. Hundreds of thousands of dead and wounded.

How many people followed him and died on the battlefield, and how many people died.

The merits of the First World War were not his.

It's for everyone.

Wu Nian's tears rained down, but he didn't cry. No one could see him crying. But that's enough to shock everyone.

A man has gold under his knees, and he cannot kneel lightly.

Not to mention the king?

Since ancient times, kings have bowed to their ancestors.

How can there be a king who bows down to these nameless people who have died in battle?

Since ancient times, the King of Han is probably the first part.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and the monks and Taoists forgot to chant the scriptures and put down the wooden fish.

The musicians who play the blowing and drumming have also forgotten to play.

For a time, in this huge martyr's cemetery, there was only the sound of birds and birds, and the falling needles could be heard. After a while, people's hearts are different.

"Those who achieve great things will be extraordinary people. The king can kneel down for the nameless, what a hero. Zhao Yanting said secretly in his heart.

"The king of Han raised troops because of the invasion of Mengyuan and Yuan, and in the past ten years, he has fought thousands of miles, sweeping Liaodong and Goguryeo. The country name is Han. From the bottom of one's heart. This is the reason why he can be supported by countless Han people. It was also the reason for the demise of Goguryeo. ”

Zhao Mancheng secretly said in his heart, full of admiration for Wu Nian.

A general who loves soldiers like a son, no matter how bad his combat effectiveness is, he will not be so bad.

The chief of the region who loves the people like a son is the will of the people.

A monarch who treats the military and the people sincerely will definitely be loved by the military and the people, and the country will be strong.

The King of Han won a hundred battles, not the power of one person.

But only the King of Han can unite so many people's hearts and concentrate on doing great things, so he can win all battles.

"More than ten years of war, it's a long time. Where did we ever think we have today? Back then, he just relied on the courage of blood and blood to disobey the Mengyuan people, so he just did it. ”

"But the king's heart has always been."

"Although it is glorious and rich, it is powerful. I can't change the king's heart. ”

Wang Gui said secretly in his heart.

"Think back in the day. I've been tasked with assassinating the King. But he immediately realized that the king was a hero, and it was a pity to kill him. My vision is still good. ”

Long Ji couldn't help but recall his first meeting with Wu Nian, and his heart was full of emotion.

When the king kneels, how can the minister not kneel?

The generals and officials present also knelt down after being stunned for a moment. Then there are the soldiers, the common people, the disabled veterans.

"Fight for the king, even if you die on the battlefield, you will not regret it."

An indescribable emotion rose in the hearts of the soldiers. Countless soldiers stared at the man who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, but he was standing up to the sky.

The eyes are full of respect, love.

Disabled and discharged soldiers, some people touched the parts of their lost hands, and some people stroked the parts of their lost legs. Although they are not remorseful, they are inevitably depressed.

But at this moment, they are reinvigorated. We've fought, and it's time to step back.

But the battlefield that belongs to us has only just begun.

Being discharged from the army does not mean that you have nothing to do.

Crippled doesn't mean it's useless.

Farming, raising a family, and doing what you can. The battle of Liaodong is over, but the Mengyuan is still there, the Slavs are still there, and the Fuso people are still there.

We must destroy all the enemies of the Han people.

And also.

We want to enter the Shanhaiguan Pass and attack the Central Plains. Let the king become the son of the Han Dynasty.

The number of the king is a little too small.

The emperor is just right.

Wu Nian's tears flowed for a long time, and when he raised his head, he had stopped his tears and wiped them with his sleeves, except for the red eyes, there was no trace of tears.

Wu Nian picked up the big bowl of wine on the ground, drank most of it by himself, then stood up, poured the remaining half in front of the huge stone tablet, and smashed the bowl and broke it apart.

Then he waved his hand and turned to leave.

In fact, in Lao Tzu's life, the most unseen thing is this kind of scene.

Uncomfortable.

Let's go.

Everyone was stunned again, "Why did you, the chief priest, leave?" Isn't this child's play?

Wu Nian left, but the rest of the people didn't dare to go. The generals discussed it, promoted the dragon, and continued to complete the sacrificial work.

The eldest husband is also mortal at times.

Since the sacrifice, Wu Nian has been hiding in the mansion without seeing anyone, and it took three days to calm down, and summon the generals to prepare to withdraw the troops back to Jiangxian.

Inside the hall.

Wu Nian sat on the main seat, wearing a golden dragon robe with a white background, sleeves, and a golden crown on his head, sitting on the main seat, without any traces of sadness on his face.

On the coffee table next to him, there was a folding.

In front of him were eleven generals, plus one who seemed to be making up the numbers, standing beside Wei Bao, looking very shy.

"Although we are all brothers, we don't have to worry about anything. But the rules of the court are the rules. Only by rewarding meritorious soldiers can we inspire those who come after us. ”

Wu Nian smiled, raised his hand and pinched the fold to open it, and said, "During this time, the cabinet ministers have finished recording, and here is a reward for you." ”

"But it's just a list at the moment, and we'll wait for a while before we can implement it."

"You are already generals, and there is no way to rise in official positions. Therefore it is a reward for entering the lordship, the house, and the wealth. ”

Wu Nian did not treat his brothers badly, and none of the people present were poor, and none of them were cheap.

All of them are dignitaries and dignitaries, and they are in high positions.

Some people are satisfied, and the reason why they still follow Wu Nian and put their heads on the waistband of their trousers to do it together is for brotherhood.

It's for Yan Han.

They don't care much about rewards and titles.

But someone cares.

"The King. Don't talk about grandma. I talked about it for a long time, but I didn't get to the point. It's going to grind people to death. Tell me what title I have received and how much I have been rewarded. Feng Chong was shameless, scratching his ears and cheeks, impatient.

Zhao Yanting's face looked expressionless, showing the city. But a pair of tiger eyes were shining, and his right hand was grasping the armrest of the Taishi chair, and the back of his hand was red.

The original title was too low, and it was time to move up a liter.

Zhao Mancheng and Li Yunpet glanced at each other and involuntarily adjusted their sitting posture. As Goguryeo generals, their titles were not high.

They are also loyal and righteous people, and in the battle of the Yellow Dragon, they used their lives on the battlefield and did their best.

But for the continuation of the family, they also have to care about their status in the Han Dynasty.

Wei Poyu was also interested, and said secretly in his heart: "I fought hard, but I almost killed the king." I don't know if it's meritorious, or if it's over? Or will it be a crime? ”