All parts of the world have changed because of the total collapse of the Xiongnu.

Especially the Dahan Beiguan.

In the past few days, the lights have not been extinguished all night, and gongs and drums have been beaten.

The news that the Xiongnu were defeated and scattered and fled was sent back, and the people of Beiguan rushed to spread the news, and every household was boiling in a carnival.

There are also people who bow to Chang'an and the direction north of Beiguan.

Worship the emperor of Chang'an, worship the Han army who did not return from the battle in Beiguan, and worship the prosperous Han.

Some people's homes began to worship the champion Hou Shen, who was born in Wuqu, and begged him to protect the world for long-term peace and stability.

"A few days ago, the official government issued a notice to the people, saying that my Beiguan has not been closed at night recently, and the city gate is open all night, because there are big cars to go back and forth through the customs day and night, go to the place of the Huns, and transport all kinds of things back."

"It is no longer the place of the Huns, and the Huns were wiped out by the champion Hou and the Han army."

"I heard that the Huns were all beheaded, and their heads were piled higher than the mountains."

"In the past few days, the carriages and horses at the border pass have been in and out day and night, and I heard that all the things that were transported were snatched back from the Huns by the champion Hou."

Countless border gates, and even the people of the world, are talking about it, and the noise is endless.

The sun is setting.

Xu Ji is in his early sixties, with a somewhat lame leg and a very thin body, wearing a dark gray linen shirt.

He carried a thick roll of bamboo slips under his arm, and walked slowly through the streets of the border town in the north of Daijun.

There were so many people on the streets, to be exact, never before.

At least Xu Ji has lived in the city for almost twenty years, and he has never seen so many people walking around the streets at the same time in this border county.

The Xiongnu were defeated by the Han army, and they felt the deepest feeling for the border cities.

Everything seems to have changed. The city is a hundred times more lively than before. Even the street vendors were full of joy in their voices.

The pace of pedestrians has slowed down, and they are much more leisurely and comfortable than before.

Recently, there have been several more food shops on the street, and people have been invited to talk about the Han army's destruction of the Xiongnu in the shops, and there is an endless stream of listeners. Those who didn't have money to eat squatted outside the store, pricked up their ears and listened to the people in the store talk about the Han army, the champion Hou, and how the general broke the enemy in front of the battle.

Xu Ji also went to listen to it twice, and talked about how to cut down the Huns over and over again, but the residents of the border pass listened to it with relish and enjoyed it.

He carried the thick book in his hand, walked all the way through the long street, walked through the bustle of the city, and finally came to the city gate.

In the past, even during the day, a large number of soldiers would be stationed at the open gates to strictly check the entry and exit.

It is now evening, the border city is wide open, and the defenders are only more than 30 people, and there will still be an interrogation in the work of guarding, but the atmosphere is much more relaxed than before.

Xu Ji limped to the gate of the city and asked the stationed officer: "If you go out of the city now, you can come back after dark in an hour, right?" ”

The officer ignored him.

Xu Ji thought about it, and took out a bronze brand wrapped in silk cloth with Chinese character patterns like a small shield from his body.

The officer glanced at the sign, and found the simple book under Xu Ji's armpit, and was in awe: "The soldiers who have made meritorious contributions on the battlefield are still literate?" ”

Xu Ji straightened his waist, covered the silk cloth, and put away the small cards.

Some time ago, when he received this brand, he inquired everywhere and learned that this brand was made by the champion Hou after he took charge of the army, and suggested that he get it out of the court and reissue it to all the Han soldiers who were in the army or discharged according to the military merit book.

As long as you have been in the military, you have this special identity tag.

But those who have not made meritorious contributions on the battlefield, although there is also a brand, it is made of bamboo.

Only those who have made military exploits can be made of bronze like Xu Ji.

Xu Ji tried his best to stand taller and responded to the errand in front of him: "We are almost twenty years old Han Army, we retired after a leg injury, and we served in the army here before."

When I was a child, I knew a few words, but I didn't recognize them all. ”

The officer replied, "If you want to go out of the city, go ahead." In the past few days, Hou Ye wants to seal Zen in the place of the Huns and inform heaven and earth, and the Huns will be gone from then on. Recently, we haven't closed the city gates. ”

Xu Ji put his mind at ease and walked out of the city slowly.

He came to a tomb seven or eight miles away on the outskirts of the city, stood in front of the grave for a while, squatted down and took the heavy book in his hand, and muttered:

"Liu Shi, before you die, let us write down the names of all the soldiers that our Han army can collect.

…… It's been almost 20 years, and every time there is a war here, I'll inquire about it and help you remember it.

I have collected a total of 721 names of the soldiers who died guarding the border...... Ling said at the beginning, write down these names, death can not be forgotten, who has descendants, to pass on from generation to generation, to remember to get back from the Huns. ”

Xu Ji glanced to the north: "Now it's not necessary, the champion Hou took the soldiers and horses to cut down the Huns......

Xu Ji slowly took out the fire fold, picked up a few handfuls of wild grass from the grave, lit it, and threw the bamboo slips in: "The Huns are gone, and there is no need to write down this simple book." Let's burn it for you, and you can take a look at it yourself below.

Also, I've been guarding this city for almost twenty years, and in the future, we won't come often in front of your grave, and I'll go back to my hometown......"

After the fire was over, Xu Ji stood up, still limping, but his mood was inexplicably cheerful, and he returned to the city in the night.

All over the Han Dynasty, such as Xu Ji, similar things are not limited to this place.

The Huns, who caused a hundred years of border strife to the Han Dynasty, are dead!

The news spread all over the north and south of the river, the South Yue country, the Baiyue tribes, the Xiqiang tribes, the Western Regions, and even the body poison, Kangju, and those who heard it were moved.

There has never been a moment when the people of Dahan have been so proud and excited.

The world is boiling.

And when the will of all the people gathers, the fortunes of the country will also be enhanced.

The emperor has been smiling for days.

This evening, he entered the Weiyang Palace again, the secret vault of national fortune.

As the country's fortunes climb, the weather here is becoming more and more amazing.

The purple dragon of the national fortune is lying cross-legged, the scales are open and closed, and the dragon ball in the mouth is as vast as the bright moon in the sky.

The Emperor's eyes sparkled:

"Swallow the Huns, see if you can turn into divine luck, what the Qin Emperor has not done to unify the ages, may be completed in my hands!"

The dragon chant of the purple dragon shook the sky!

On this night, under the mausoleum of Emperor Qin, there seemed to be a dragon roar, which was more majestic than the purple dragon cry of the Han Dynasty.

The dragon's groan resounded in the depths of the leylines, in the ears of the people of every vast land of Shenzhou.

……

The capital of Parthia, located on the left bank of the Primory River.

The city adopts the common architectural form of the two river basins, and the city wall is circular and unusually grand.

The city gate is a semicircular arch, and the walls next to the gate have tall columns and beautiful relief frescoes, which carry the glorious history of Parthia.

There is an ancient saying in Parthia that is widely used to describe the wealth of the capital, "Whoever has the wealth of the capital will be able to fight with the king of gods." ”

They believed in Zoroastrianism and the Babylonian gods, and the god-king was what they thought was the king of the gods, the lord of everything.

Sunset over the West Mountains.

In the royal palace of the city, the lord of the kingdom, Mithridates II, was looking at a brief book from the East.

Nearly a month ago, the person in charge of the army led his poisonous troops to the border of the Great Moon Clan, and after making contact with the Parthian army, he asked people to send this brief book.

Mithridates II did not know how the man in charge of the army had mastered the Parthian language and script.

In the past few months, the two sides have used this brief letter to contact each other several times.

"Lord Parthia, how have you considered my proposal?"

"The Han people will hold a grand ceremony to sacrifice to their gods and heaven and earth, and cut the luck of the Xiongnu country, and then the Han people will get the land of the Xiongnu, and the national fortune will be stronger and pose a greater threat to Parthia."

"After you occupy the Dayue clan, you can also hold a ceremony to declare the merits of the country, cut out the Dayue clan, which originally fell into the hands of the Han people, and tell the gods that the Dayue clan has belonged to Parthia, and although the Han got the Xiongnu, they lost the Dayue clan.

The rise of their national power will be affected.

Parthia annexed the land of the Great Yue clan, increasing the national power and containing the Han at the same time, why not? ”

The handwriting on the bamboo slips is bright and extinguished.

Mithridates II was a very decisive monarch.

He had already decided, and a few days ago he had already told the Parthian border army that he would hold a prayer ceremony on the land of the Great Moon Clan, announcing the annexation of the territory of the Great Moon Clan, so that the territory and national strength of Parthia would climb to a new level.

Mithridates II smiled.

Although he had already made a decision, he did not inform the people on the other side of the bamboo slip who contacted him.

He rubbed the simple book: "The method of transmitting this simple book is similar to the way our Ears of the Gods transmit the war message......

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June 22nd.

In the early morning, it was not yet dawn.

Huo Quzhi woke up from the practice of the marching couch, dressed neatly, and changed into a brand-new Lang Zhongling official robe.

His own soldiers helped him open the tent and walked out, and on the wilderness under the Ulaanbaatar Heights, there were already 20,000 Han soldiers standing neatly.

Zhao Ponu, Fu Lu Zhi, Chen Qing, Zhao Anji and other generals under their command, everyone is full of spirit and has changed into brand new clothes.

Even the Fulu Branch, which doesn't like to be clean, made an exception last night and went to the river to wash for half an hour, and the blood stains in the cracks of the armor were carefully scrubbed.

Today is a very special and important day, destined to be remembered for eternity.

And this time the sealing Zen is different from other sealing Zen, it is a military sacrifice in the form of a heavenly ceremony.

It was a Zen ceremony to defeat the Xiongnu and inform heaven and earth that the Han wanted to annex the Xiongnu and accept its national fortunes.

Huo Qu got sick and left the camp, stood on the high ground, looked at the Han army below who followed him to defeat the Huns, pointed to the Han banner hunting, and shouted: "Great Han! ”

"Big Han!"

The Han army shouted violently: "Champion Hou! ”

The shouts of the ten thousand armies shook the mountains and rivers: "The champion of the Han Dynasty!" ”

The soldiers came into being, standing in the sky and shaking the stars.

On the dome, among the stars that have not yet receded, the Wuqu star is brilliant.

A little farther away, stood the Han ministers, clan representatives and people from all walks of life in the world.

Among them, Taichang Zhouping, who came from Chang'an to participate in the Feng Zen, was also there.

At this time, the Han army shouted out the champion Hou, not the emperor, which was somewhat taboo.

But everyone pretended not to hear it, including Zhou Ping, who was also expressionless and deaf.

Everyone knew that even if the emperor himself heard about it, he wouldn't care, and if anyone played it, he might be reprimanded.

At this moment, the Huns are destroyed, and the whole world celebrates.

Even Jin'an wore a big red flower on his head and was crowned with a horse crown.

Huo Quai's illness turned on horseback, and 20,000 Han troops advanced eastward from Ulaanbaatar, accompanied by his ministers.

Jiang Yan, Gongsun Hong, Dong Zhongshu and others each released their own qi engines, using the treasures inherited by Confucianism, Yin and Yang families, and the qi of the national fortune sent by the emperor coincided, causing a vision of rushing into the sky, and there were thousands of colors.

The most important thing is that Huo Quzhi pushed the Han army to fight, and a sword and soldier breath reflected the world and the world.

To the east of Ulaanbaatar, not far from the Wolf Juxu Mountain.

In the eyes of the Huns, Wolf Juxu Mountain is a sacred mountain.

The mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles from northeast to southwest, with an altitude of about two thousand meters, and the mountain is relatively gentle, surrounded by a winding river of difficulty.

This is the holy place where the Huns held their national sacrifices.

To the north of Wolf Juxu Mountain, there is a slightly lower mountain, which is Guyan Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there are herds of cattle and horses, and it is a natural pasture, and the most fertile land in the grassland is here.

Huo Qubing dismounted at the foot of the mountain.

The area around the mountain has long been under martial law by the Han army, and the military majesty is solemn, and the soldiers are agitated in the air.

He looked up at the top of the mountain and prepared to climb the mountain.

The military salute is not so particular, and other preparations in the early stage, Dong Zhongshu, Zhou Ping, Jiang Yan and others have already done it in the past few days.

Huo Qu came from illness and went directly to the climax.

And early in the morning, the emperor in Chang'an also got up early, also dressed in full costume, wearing a crown of hanging beads, and a jasper brocade belt around his waist.

The land of the Xiongnu entered the Han Dynasty.

The emperor also had relevant ceremonies in Chang'an, telling heaven and earth to swallow the national fortune of the Xiongnu.

The royal temple in Chang'an and the wolf residence Xu Mountain, the two places will be sealed at the same time, echoing in the air.

When Huo Qubing climbed the Wolf Juxu Mountain, the emperor also came to the temple of Weiyang Palace.

The chimes sound.

Hundred officials, queens, Liu Qing and others also gathered here.

The luck in the world suddenly boiled.

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