The Taihe Hall is quiet in front and back.
Suddenly a young man in blue robes walked out and called him "Father". He must be the eldest prince.
The words he spoke were too obvious in their purpose, and even a little bit lackluster.
Xu Mo had doubts in his heart when the eldest prince spoke again.
He was seen kneeling down on one knee, cupping his fists and shouting loudly, "Father may think that my son's words are presumptuous, but my son is really not upset about it."
"I think back on the decades of entanglement between Dayu and the Tartars. How many innocent soldiers died, how many civilians were crushed to death by cavalry, how many young girls were hated and insulted, and how many old people died with their eyes open."
"If you are not from my race, you must have a different heart! The Tartars can rob food when they are short of food. Why do they humiliate the people and harvest innocent lives? Ancient thieves still have rules. This group of foreigners is really barbaric and inhumane. "
"There are countless soldiers who died tragically, and countless children of the Dayu Dynasty. They lost their lives in the war, and their parents, wives and children were left homeless. But now we are asked to forgive these aliens and implement a soft policy towards them. I think Ask, why do they deserve it? Do they deserve it? Do they deserve it!"
These words can be called impassioned. Combined with the image of questioning the recklessness just now, the image of a prince who is upright, patriotic and concerned about his country is established.
The students who felt something in their hearts, or those who had family members of military commanders, couldn't help but share the same hatred.
The hatred between the country and the family cannot be explained clearly in a few words. The dead relatives and friends are the eternal pain in the heart. It may take two generations, three generations, or even longer to be diluted.
Asking himself, Xu Mo was not willing to negotiate peace with the invaders who invaded his homeland.
However, the Chongqing Dynasty had neither strong soldiers nor strong horses. If it had not been for the large number of people and the vast territory, the cavalry might have penetrated Fengjing long ago and become a slave to the country's subjugation.
Instead of the two sides repeatedly going back and forth, causing more casualties, it is better to end the war with peace talks and allow the people to rest and recuperate, which can also enrich the struggling national treasury.
When I first heard the eldest prince's words, my heart was filled with excitement. If I think about it carefully, I can find out the points.
His logic was based on the inevitable victory of the Dayu Dynasty.
The reality is that even if they win, they will have to win miserably. The reason for the peace talks after the war is that they are afraid that the aliens will fight for their lives. The entanglement between the two sides will last for who knows how many years.
But they just want to stop the war.
Xu Mo wanted to refute, but found that most of the students were emotionally aroused. Almost all the young men in their twenties were angry, hating foreigners, and wished they could wear armor and kill the enemy with themselves.
Even the Tian family on the dragon throne sighed, with helplessness towards the war and dissatisfaction with the foreign races.
The eldest prince seized the opportunity to stand up and said proudly, "Father, the sons of Dayu should be fearless and move forward indomitably. Our vast country cannot tolerate provocations from foreign races. We must wipe out the foreign races to comfort my dead souls!"
"Exterminate the alien race, comfort my dead soul!" someone shouted.
The whole hall is filled with boiling blood, sincere young people, and loyal and filial souls.
If they were not powerless students but generals on the battlefield, the effect would be even more outstanding.
Xu Mo sighed inwardly, knowing that it was not the right time to speak at this moment, and he also knew that this meeting might not be possible.
He had long been mentally prepared, and he didn't feel too uncomfortable. He just lowered his eyelashes and waited for the verdict.
I don't know how long it took, but the excited voice gradually calmed down, and the eldest prince also laughed with satisfaction.
Tianjia glanced at Xu Mo with complicated expressions and was about to put the ink scroll in the second rank.
There was a light cough, followed by a deliberately hoarse voice, but you could still hear the voice that belonged to the young man, "To my father, I, my son... also have something to say."
The hall fell into silence, except for the roar in Xu Mo's ears.
I saw a slender black figure walking out slowly, with a beautiful face that was a bit pale, and a smile that never changed, "The eldest brother is actually a good prince who serves the country and the people, and my sons and ministers agree with him very much." The hatred towards the Tartars, as long as he is around, the Tartars will be wiped out sooner or later.”
The students concentrated their energy and speculated in their hearts that this might be the fifth prince who was rumored to be weak. They didn't know what he meant by standing up to support the eldest prince.
The eldest prince himself is also confused. The tit-for-tat confrontation between the empress and concubine Ju is still fresh in his mind. How come the fifth emperor's brother has not changed his temper after being ill for several years?
Until the person involved changed his tone and said, "Speaking of which, the eldest brother was sixteen or seventeen years old at that time. The eldest son of the Jiang family who is the same age as you has already gone to Northern Xinjiang. I wonder when you will set off?"
The eldest prince, "..."
They were just out of emotion, just to suppress Xu Mo's articles and Sacred Heart, why did they end up going to Northern Xinjiang.
But his emotions were so strong just now that he couldn't even refute, couldn't break the passion.
"What? Could it be that the eldest brother refused to go to the battlefield and kill the Tartars himself after talking for a long time?" The fifth prince's voice gradually became surprised and filled with disbelief.
Even the students wanted to wear armor. How could the passionate and angry eldest son not want to go?
But he can't really go. The war in Northern Xinjiang has been difficult to end for three to five years, and after returning, he really has no chance of becoming the prince.
"My son... I am naturally willing to go." The eldest prince had no choice but to speak, "My son is willing to give up everything for the sake of his family and country, and he will not hesitate to go to the northern border. But before that, he must serve his father. Share worries, fill the national treasury, and save enough food and grass to fight."
The soldiers and horses have not moved, but the food and grass go first.
These eight words are enough to prove how much money and food are spent during war.
The eldest prince's thoughts were correct, and they even agreed with Fang Yuan's views, but in the end, his morale dropped a bit, leaving many angry students disappointed.
"It seems that the eldest brother can't go. The task of wiping out the Tartars can only be left to the soldiers on the border." The fifth prince sighed softly, "I don't know how long it will take for those who have left home to come back, and whether they can. When I die for my parents, will I be able to be with my wife and children?"
He stopped at the point and didn't say much.
But the road to ending the war has already been paved.
Xu Mo couldn't restrain himself several times and wanted to raise his head, but he kept his gaze down. He suppressed his excitement and answered, "I hope the war will end with war. After discussing peace talks, the soldiers on the border can return home as soon as possible."
"Let the soldiers on the frontier return home as soon as possible!" Someone shouted after him.
The blood of countless students boiled again.
"Let the soldiers on the frontier return home as soon as possible!"
"Go home!"
Who doesn’t want to go home?
Someone sniffed and suppressed the sobs.
Xu Mo couldn't bear it any longer and glanced sideways, only to see the slender black figure disappearing away and hiding behind the screen again.
That person's hoarse voice was familiar yet familiar yet strange.
He is against the eldest prince, he is paving the way for Xu Mo, who is he?
The answer was ready to come out, but I still couldn't believe it.
