Wu Nian's heart is made of flesh.
But his temperament is stronger than ordinary people.
He hates evil as much as he hates it, and there is only one word for treating his enemies: "kill". The methods are cruel and violent, plowing the courtyard and sweeping holes.
But he is very generous to kind and loyal people.
The king of Han was benevolent and righteous, treating his people well and his troops well. Ten years are like one day.
This is the original intention.
Huanglong's battle resulted in tens of thousands of casualties.
The Battle of Liaodong and the Battle of Goguryeo. Hundreds of thousands were killed or injured.
How many people followed him and died on the battlefield, and how many families were destroyed.
The victory in one battle is not his.
It belongs to everyone.
Wu Nian burst into tears, but he didn't cry. No one else can see him crying. But it was enough to shock everyone.
A man has gold at his knees and cannot kneel down easily.
What's more, the king?
Since ancient times, kings have paid homage to their ancestors.
How can any king bow down to these unknown people who died in battle?
This is probably the first time since ancient times for the King of Han.
Everyone was stunned. The monks and Taoists forgot to chant sutras and put down the wooden fish.
The musicians who played the drums and drums also forgot to play the drums.
For a time, in this huge cemetery of martyrs, only the sound of birds and the drop of a needle could be heard. After a while, people's hearts are different.
"Those who achieve great things must be extraordinary people. The king can kneel down for unknown people, he is truly a hero." Zhao Yanting thought to himself.
"The King of Han raised his troops because of the Mongol and Yuan invasions. Over the past ten years, he fought thousands of miles, sweeping across Liaodong and Goguryeo. The country was named Han. He meant it sincerely. This was the reason why he was able to win the support of countless Han people. It was also the reason for the demise of Goguryeo."
Zhao Mancheng secretly thought, full of admiration for Wu Nian.
A general who loves his soldiers as much as his sons, no matter how bad his combat effectiveness is, will never be that bad.
A regional governor who loves his people like his own son will have the people's support.
A monarch who treats the military and the people sincerely will be loved by the military and the people and make the country strong.
The King of Han was victorious in every battle, and it was not just a matter of one person.
But only the King of Han could gather so many people's hearts and concentrate their efforts to accomplish great things, so he could win every battle.
"More than ten years of war are really a long time. How could we have imagined that we would be here today? Back then, we just relied on our courage and refused to obey the Meng Yuan people, so we did it."
"But the king's true intention has always been there."
"Even though you are rich and powerful, you can't change your true heart."
Wang Gui thought to himself.
"Thinking back to those days. I got the mission to assassinate the king. But I realized immediately that the king was a hero. It would be a pity to kill him. My vision is still good."
Long Qie couldn't help but recall his first meeting with Wu Nian, and his heart was filled with emotion.
The king kneels down, how can I not kneel down?
The generals and officials present knelt down after being stunned for a moment. Then there are the soldiers, the common people, and the disabled and retired soldiers.
"Fight for the king, even if you die on the battlefield, you will have no regrets."
Unspeakable feelings arose in the hearts of the soldiers. Countless soldiers stared at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him, but standing upright.
His eyes were full of respect and love.
Among the disabled veterans, some touched the part where they had lost their hands, and some touched the part where they had lost their legs. Although they feel no regrets, they are inevitably depressed.
But at this moment, they were inspired again. We have fought, and it is time to retreat.
But our battlefield has just begun.
Just because you're retired doesn't mean you have nothing to do.
Being disabled doesn't mean it's useless.
Farm, raise a family, and contribute what you can. The Battle of Liaodong is over, but the Mongolian Yuan is still there, the Slavs are still there, and the Fusang people are still there.
We must destroy all enemies of the Han people.
besides.
We want to enter Shanhaiguan and invade the Central Plains. Let the king become the emperor of Han Dynasty.
Wang's number is a bit too small.
The emperor is just fine.
Wu Nian's tears flowed for a long time. When he raised his head, he had stopped crying and wiped it with his sleeve. Apart from the red eyes, there was no trace of tears.
Wu Nian picked up the large bowl of wine on the ground and drank most of it while minding his own business. Then he stood up and poured the remaining half in front of the huge stone monument. He threw the bowl and broke it into pieces.
Then he waved his hand and turned away.
In fact, this is the most unbearable scene in my life.
Uncomfortable.
gone.
Everyone was stunned again. Why are you, the officiating priest, leaving? Is this too childish?
Wu Nian left, but the remaining people did not dare to leave. The generals discussed it and recommended Long Qie to continue the sacrificial work.
Real men are also human beings sometimes.
Since the sacrifice, Wu Nian had been hiding in the mansion without seeing anyone. It took him three days to calm down and summon the generals to prepare to withdraw his troops back to Jiang County.
Inside the hall.
Wu Nian was sitting on the main seat, wearing a white golden dragon robe with sleeves tied up and a gold crown on his head. There was no trace of sadness on his face.
There is a booklet on the coffee table next to him.
In front were eleven generals, plus Wei Polu, who seemed to be making up the numbers, standing next to Wei Ru, looking very shy.
"Although we are all brothers, there is no need to worry about anything. But the rules of the court are just rules. Only by rewarding meritorious soldiers can we inspire those who come after us."
Wu Nian smiled, raised his hand, opened the folder, and said, "During this period, the cabinet ministers have finished recording their merits. Here are your rewards."
"But it's just a list at the moment. It will be implemented after a while."
"You are all already generals, and your official position cannot be promoted. Therefore, it is a reward in terms of nobility, land, house, and wealth."
Wu Nian did not treat his brothers badly. No one present was poor or despised.
All of them are dignitaries and hold high positions of power.
Some people are satisfied, and the reason why they still follow Wu Nian and put their heads on their waistbands together is for the sake of brotherhood.
It’s for Yan Han.
They don't care much about rewards and titles.
But someone cares.
"Your Majesty, please stop nagging about grandma. You've been talking for a long time without getting to the point. This is going to kill people. Tell me quickly, what title did I enter and how many rewards did I get." Feng Chong was shameless and scratched his head and ears. said impatiently.
Zhao Yanting's face looked expressionless, showing his palace. But a pair of tiger eyes shone brightly, and his right hand grasped the armrest of the Grand Master's chair, the back of his hand was red.
The original title was too low and it was time to upgrade it.
Zhao Mancheng and Li Yunchong looked at each other and adjusted their sitting postures involuntarily. As Goguryeo generals, their titles were not high.
They are also loyal people. In the Battle of Huanglong, they sacrificed their lives on the battlefield and tried their best.
But for the continuation of their family, they also had to care about their status in the Han Dynasty.
Wei Polu also became interested, and thought to himself: "I fought hard and had merit, but I almost killed the king. I don't know if it is merit or fault? Or is it a crime?"
