It flourished for thousands of years and was lost for thousands of years.
Chang'an has been the capital of 11 dynasties for a thousand years. It can be said that it is a city through the ages. The majesty of the Han and Tang Dynasties lingered, but since the fall of the Tang Dynasty, this place has fallen like a meteor.
During the Huangchao Uprising at the end of the Tang Dynasty and the war between heroes of the Five Dynasties, the city of Chang'an suffered catastrophes one after another. The palaces were demolished and burned, leaving it in ruins. Except for the city walls that could not be moved or smashed, the place had long been transformed into a different place.
I left as quietly as I came. I waved my sleeves and took away not a single cloud, but the magnificent atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty.
I don’t know why these crazy thugs are so enthusiastic about burning and destroying historical monuments?
Since he came to Shaanxi last spring as the chief executive, in the past year and a half, Chen Longzhi has appeased the people, attracted refugees to return to his hometown, and reclaimed wasteland. Coupled with the support of money and food from Hanzhong and Hexi, the immigration of Sichuan has finally made the former Han The ancient capital of Tang Dynasty slowly recovered from the trauma of the war.
Since the emperor decided on the Northern Expedition at the beginning of the year, countless money, food and supplies have poured into Chang'an City like water. Following the supplies into Chang'an, there were tens of thousands of Song Dynasty border troops, a sea of men and horses every day. Horses and people were shouting all day long inside and outside Chang'an City. There were soldiers of the Song Dynasty coming in and out, as well as carriages pulling supplies.
The Northern Expedition was about to break out, and the entire northwest was in chaos.
"Has Cao You sent the food and fodder for Wanbu's cavalry?"
"Are all the border troops in Hexi here?"
"The wheat that just arrived is a little damp, let's dry it again!"
Outside the north gate of Chang'an City, south of the Weishui River, there is the Song Army's camp. Chen Longzhi was so busy that he commanded the officials and waved his hands impatiently at the people who had just entered.
"Go and get me a cup of tea, the kind that makes tea!"
The tea was brought over, and Chen Longzhi took the glass. He accidentally saw the person pouring the tea and was startled, almost dropping the teacup in his hand.
"Your Majesty, why are you here?"
Chen Longzhi smiled awkwardly and quickly put down the cup.
Even if the emperor comes in person, the people below will not report it. This is just trying to kill me.
"Chen Longzhi, there is no need to be polite. Thank you for your hard work!"
Zhao Hong looked at the pile of official documents on the table, then at Chen Longzhi's tea, and smiled knowingly.
Whether it's effective or flattering, this way of making tea and drinking it has quietly become a common practice and is liked by more soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty.
"Your Majesty is visiting Shaanxi in person, presumably to inspect the border troops and mobilize the Sixth Army."
Chen Longzhi smiled and Zhao Hong nodded.
"Chen Longzhi, Yu Jie and the others are already gathering the Sixth Army. Let's go out and meet the soldiers of the Northern Expedition."
After inspecting the northwest frontier army, he had to rush back to Huaidong to preside over the troop dispatching ceremony for the Northern Expedition. It was not an easy journey in the summer.
"Greetings to Your Majesty!"
In the camp, with the scorching sun in the sky in the scorching summer, nearly 100,000 soldiers of the Song Army knelt down on one knee and kowtowed to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Hong, on the high platform.
"Commanders, please get up!"
Zhao Hong stood on the high platform, not avoiding the heat, and shouted loudly.
He just stood on the high platform for a while, while the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were still marching and fighting. In comparison, he was already in heaven.
"Long live your Majesty! Long live! Long live!"
Under the scorching sun, tens of thousands of dark-skinned soldiers shouted together, speaking in unison.
All the troops stood up and looked down from the high platform. On the vast wilderness, there were countless long straight lines and countless round helmets of the same color arranged in square frames. The troops were solemn and in order, with their armor and cold clothes and their spears like a forest. Pointing straight to the sky, endless flags fluttered, covering the entire bank of the Weishui River.
Countless cavalrymen stood beside their horses, and their sight was filled with densely packed horse heads, boundless and endless. The strength of the cavalry of the northwest frontier army can be seen clearly.
There are also countless artillery carriages, with the cold light of the artillery on them, row after row, and they can't be seen clearly. The weapons of the Song army were so powerful that no one in the world could compare with them.
Such a huge formation of northwest frontier troops was just for his personal inspection of just a few minutes. Is this a bit formalistic and bureaucratic?
Zhao Hong glanced at the faces of the soldiers. They were dark and strong, and many of them had weathered faces. At first glance, they were elite soldiers in the army.
The northwest frontier troops have experienced hundreds of battles and are indeed much more elite than the soldiers in the southeast.
The officers and soldiers of the West Route Army below looked at the Emperor of the Song Dynasty on the high platform. Everyone admired and inspired them.
Under the rule of this emperor, the political status of military personnel has been greatly improved, so that they feel that they are individuals and upright people.
Among the one hundred thousand soldiers, three to four thousand were officers from the Jiangwu Hall. Many of them changed their destiny because of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty on the high platform.
The relationship between teachers and students, the relationship between monarch and minister, this emperor can be said to have won the hearts of the military.
"Soldiers, it's very hot! Thank you for your hard work!"
Under the sun, Zhao Hong stood on the high platform and shouted loudly, and his voice spread far away.
"Defend your home and country, sacrifice your life to be a benevolent person!"
The deafening shouts of the northwest frontier troops resounded along the banks of the Wei River.
"Soldiers, do you know why the Northern Expedition is needed?"
Zhao Hong shouted at the top of his lungs, almost roaring.
"Drive out the Tartars and restore China!"
A thunderous sound responded to Zhao Hong.
"That's right! What we Han people have lost, we must take back with our own hands!"
Zhao Hong's face turned red and he roared angrily.
"The Northern Expedition is not only to restore our homeland, but also to regain the dignity that we Han people have lost! You must remember that this Northern Expedition is about your families and your descendants! In order to let your families live a good life, for Your descendants will not be bullied by others. In order for them to live with dignity, you must fight! Pick up the swords and guns in your hands and fight without fear!"
"Dignity! Fight! Dignity! Fight!"
The soldiers waved their swords and guns, and their roars soared into the sky, spreading like a tide, making people's scalp numb.
Zhao Hong originally wanted to say something, but he was shocked by the voices of the soldiers and could not stop him for a moment, so he had to bend down and bow deeply.
The applause rang out. One hundred thousand soldiers moved in unison, and the same was true in their mouths. The sound was disorienting.
"Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition!"
Zhao Hong walked off the high platform and walked into the formation, waving frequently. Wherever he went, he was surrounded by applause and shouts of "Northern Expedition". He turned around with difficulty, waving his sore arms amidst the stormy waves of the soldiers, Reluctantly, he entered the Chang'an city gate.
When they arrived at Chang'an Palace, there was no trace of the Zhuque Gate and Taiji Palace on the flat land, which made Zhao Hong feel sad.
"Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant. I am sad that where the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, all the palaces and palaces have been turned into dirt. Your Majesty, I am disappointed."
Chen Longzhi said sarcastically.
"The city of Chang'an has passed away, and the city of Tokyo is also dilapidated and desolate. It's sad to think about it!"
Zhao Hong sighed sincerely.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to lament. After defeating the Tatar army and returning triumphantly from the Northern Expedition, both Chang'an City and Tokyo City can be well repaired. Your Majesty will make Tokyo City the capital in the future, and within 10 years, Tokyo will be restored to its former glory It’s cool.”
Wang Jian cleverly changed the topic to the Northern Expedition.
"It may not be easy to make Tokyo the capital!"
Zhao Hong shook his head gently.
Henan is dilapidated and has suffered from the flooding of the Yellow River. The Grand Canal is straight from north to south, and Tokyo is difficult to transport. It does not seem to be an ideal location for establishing a capital.
However, if the Yellow River changes its course and flows north again, dredging old river channels such as the Bianhe River seems to be much less troublesome than digging the Grand Canal straight again.
"Your Majesty's words just now boosted the morale of the six armies. When the time comes for the Northern Expedition, I won't need to mobilize."
Zhao Hong lowered his head and pondered, Cao You heard that Wang Jian and others were silent, and Yu Jie opened the topic with a smile.
"Then you owe me a favor!"
Zhao Hong laughed. After inspecting the northwest frontier army, he will return to the southeast immediately.
"Your Majesty is so eloquent and eloquent that he is so inspiring that even a humble minister can't compare to you!"
Wei Liaoweng smiled broadly and flattered the emperor.
"Glib tongue?"
Zhao Hong shook his finger and said something again.
"I just expressed their feelings and aroused their inner pride. Wei Gong, do you have this pride?"
"Pride? What pride?"
Wei Liaoweng seemed to understand but was half confused.
"It is pride from the heart, and it is the pride of being a Han people. This pride is not about being superior or domineering, but the pride of owning Han culture. Philosophy, science, literature, art, the Tao of Confucius and Mencius, the four great inventions, poetry, songs, and music Chess, calligraphy, painting, etc., can it be said that our Chinese civilization is not as proud as yours, Wei Liaoweng?"
Zhao Hong's explanation made all the ministers nod.
"What your Majesty said is absolutely true. For example, those "envoys to the Song Dynasty" only existed in the prosperous times, and now they are also in our dynasty. The people from all over the world serve the culture and civilization of the Song Dynasty. As people of the Song Dynasty, we are As a Han Chinese, you should be proud of it!"
Chen Longzhi explained and put the finishing touch, and Zhao Hong nodded in appreciation.
"Dear gentlemen, I am entrusting you with the Western Route Army's Northern Expedition. I will take care of the people of the Song Dynasty in the world!"
Zhao Hong bowed, and all the ministers bowed in return.
"I will live up to your Majesty's trust!"
"Then we, monarch and ministers, will meet in Taiyuan, or in Yunzhong!"
Zhao Hong laughed and concluded the topic of the Northern Expedition.
"Will Your Majesty rush back to Sichuan and Huaidong tomorrow?"
Chen Longzhi asked curiously, reluctant to leave, not knowing whether it was true or false.
"Detour to Sichuan? Why?"
Zhao Hong shook his head, and as soon as he spoke, all the ministers were shocked.
"I want to pass through Tongguan and go directly eastward to Henan, and from Henan all the way south to Huaidong!"
A detour to Sichuan would take thousands of miles, and the carriage and horses would be too tiring to bear.
"Going from Henan to Huaidong? That means crossing the entire Henan!"
Wei Liaoweng was dumbfounded for a moment, and then shook his head repeatedly for a moment.
"No! Henan is more than 700 miles long from north to south. In case of a sneak attack by the Jin army! Your Majesty is rich in gold and is bound to the Song Dynasty. You must not take risks easily!"
"Your Majesty, the Northern Expedition is imminent. For the sake of national affairs, it is better to take a detour to Sichuan and return to the southeast. Your Majesty, think carefully."
Chen Longzhi was frightened and quickly tried to persuade him.
The emperor is so arrogant and adventurous.
"The sun is setting in the Kingdom of Jin. Could it be that the magnificent Song Dynasty cavalry was just blown away?"
Zhao Hong had made up his mind, and with a wave of his hand, the bastard's energy leaked out.
"Cao Youwan, you will lead 20,000 elite cavalry to send me back to Huaidong. During the Northern Expedition, we will go directly from Huaibei to Hebei. Is there no problem?"
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will escort you to Huaidong safely!"
Cao Youwan accepted the order and was eager to try it.
"Your Majesty, 20,000 fine cavalry is still too few! Let Lu Wende lead another 30,000 cavalry to escort him, and let him pass through Zhuxian Town and then come back."
Zhao Hong was resolute, and Wei Liaoweng had no choice but to add a bargaining chip.
"That's fine! Anyway, the Central Plains will be restored in the future. It's okay to go there. It's just a warm-up. Have you never been to Henan and seen the city of Tokyo? Let's pay our respects to the Tomb of the Song Dynasty Emperor and pay homage to the city of Tokyo. What do you think? good?"
Zhao Hong said loudly with great interest.
"I obey His Majesty's holy will!"
The generals looked at each other in confusion. Since they were going to Henan, it was better to use troops directly to restore the Central Plains.
"Beat the drowned dog! The Northern Expedition to restore the two rivers is a national policy and the top priority. We cannot let the Tatars relax. If we use troops in Henan..."
Zhao Hong looked at the eager-looking ministers and his eyes fell on Cao Youwen.
"Cao You heard that you can lead tens of thousands of Western Route troops from Tongguan to Henan, and so on..."
Recalling the historical events of the Mongolian army besieging Bianjing City, Zhao Hong's heart moved and he immediately confessed.
