Gao Zhang was so embarrassed that he finally had to retreat into this group of generals. As a result, all the military officials of the Song Dynasty who were wearing armor were also wearing red and green.
Seeing the embarrassed and evasive look of the Song generals who had dared to laugh at Xi just now, Gao Zhang felt much lighter now.
Not far behind Gao Zhang and others, in the prison cars one after another, the treatment of the Xixia surrender officials was different.
I don’t know where the people in Tokyo have accumulated so many rotten eggs, cabbage leaves, even worn-out shoes that are unknown for how long, and some smelly socks and other things.
They all attacked the defeated Xixia monarchs and ministers who were sitting in the prison car and were well-dressed. Their clothes and hair colors were very different from those of the Central Plains people.
Li Qianshun, who was held alone in a prison car, became the focus of greetings.
Along the way, there were countless rotten eggs, making the entire prison van covered in foul-smelling egg whites.
Li Qianshun closed his eyes tightly and remained silent, as motionless as an old monk in meditation.
Such a self-indulgent look only attracted more firepower.
The Xixia courtiers in the rear were all sitting in prison cars, dejected, letting the Song people vent their anger.
As for the soldiers of the Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty who escorted them forward, they deliberately stayed away from the prison cars for fear of being harmed.
As for the drivers who were driving, the curses never stopped. They were all typical unlucky people who were accidentally injured. It was not unusual for them to curse a few words to vent their anger.
The surrendered ministers of Xixia behind the prison car were all below the third rank and were not even qualified to ride in the prison car. They could only appear in official uniforms and tied up with ropes banned by Song Dynasty in long strings.
After all the Xixia prisoners of war have passed, these are the surrendered generals and ministers of the Liao Kingdom.
But when they appeared, the people watching were shocked to find that all the ammunition in their hands had been thrown away.
At most, they can only spit a few times and use some standard Tokyo trash talk to express their contempt and contempt for these Liao people.
Even so, the spoiled Xiao Si was so frightened that his face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.
At this moment, he, the coach of the Liao Army, began to regret why he was so hot-headed and had to lead the army in battle?
Isn't it good to rely on the power of my brother and the influence of my sister to become popular in the capitals of Liao Kingdom?
Look at now, they have all become prisoners of the Song Dynasty. If it weren't for the elder brother's brother Gao Zhang, who has a different surname, he still has a lot of friendship.
Not only did the detainees not to treat him harshly, he even sent a confidant with yellow hair, yellow eyebrows and yellow eyes to look after him personally.
Otherwise, Xiao Sixian would have doubted whether he could reach Bianliang, Tokyo alive. Thinking of this, Xiao Sixian couldn't help but tilt his head and look to the side.
Then he saw Wang Fu, who was dressed as an entourage, walking aside. He turned his head in response and smiled at himself.
"General, don't worry. Privy Council Gao has said that after the prisoner presentation ceremony is over, the general will not have to endure such hardship."
"When things are over here, Privy Council Gao will go find the general and ask him to see the prosperity of Bianliang in Tokyo."
Seeing the frank smile of the Sanhuang Wang Fu, Xiao Sixian could not help but feel warm in his heart. He nodded towards Wang Fu, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and continued to persist.
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As the army was still a few miles away from Nantong's gate, the drums and music began to sound accompanied by an order, and the people's shouts and shouts became louder and louder.
Zhao Ji, an official, stood on the gate tower of the South Gate, watching the team getting closer and closer.
The official Zhao Ji had already raised his head and looked at the white clouds in the sky, as if he saw his ancestors, including his father and brother, looking down from the sky.
The biggest malignant sore on the Song Dynasty cost the Song Dynasty countless time, countless lives, and countless money, but Xixia had no way to solve it.
Now, under his own rule, everything has finally been wiped out. Even his king has come to the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty and has become a prisoner.
The civil and military ministers around me, whether they are loyal ministers or treacherous ministers.
Or maybe the military soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, or the eunuchs in the palace, or even countless civilians seemed to feel refreshed and clear-minded.
In the past, the enemies that the Song Dynasty faced were not only the Liao Kingdom, but also Xixia.
There had been no war between the Liao and Song Dynasties for more than a hundred years, but Xixia was always at war with the Song Dynasty.
Fortunately, all this has become a thing of the past.
When Zheng Juzhong arrived at the gate of Nanxiang, Cai Jing, the governor of the Song Dynasty, began to represent the emperor of the Song Dynasty below to welcome the glorious return of this victorious army of the Song Dynasty.
Afterwards, Cai Jing stood on the spot and read the emperor's edict loudly. First of all, it was to celebrate the Song Dynasty's victory over Xixia and the restoration of the old land. Starting today, fireworks will be held at Jinmingchi for three consecutive days to celebrate.
Furthermore, tomorrow, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty will sacrifice prisoners at the Imperial Ancestral Temple and tell the world.
Offering prisoners is a sacrificial ceremony, which means that the emperor declares his military exploits to his ancestors and honors his ancestors.
In the past, none of the emperors of the Song Dynasty could have the face to offer prisoners to the Ancestral Temple. Now, Zhao Ji, the official who destroyed Xixia, has this qualification without hesitation.
Furthermore, officials will enshrine Mount Tai after the Mid-Autumn Festival to demonstrate their contribution to the destruction of the country.
As soon as this edict came out, countless people above and below the city heard the voice of the Emperor's Holy Ming, and the voices of the officials and officials also came and went.
Looking at the Nanjing Gate inside and outside, it is like a sea of joy.
Zhao Ji, an official standing on the South Gate Tower, suddenly felt that it was not difficult to become an emperor who was loved by the people of the Song Dynasty from the bottom of his heart.
Looking below, he saw the countless courtiers who were worshiping him, and the subjugated king Li Qianshun who was dragged out of the prison car and bowed to him.
The corners of the officer's mouth curved wider and wider, and he even burst out laughing uncontrollably.
At this moment, Gao Zhang had also arrived at the foot of the South Gate gate, and together with the generals of the Song Dynasty, they kowtowed devoutly to the officials of the Song Dynasty who were standing on the city tower and smiling up to the sky.
No matter how notorious he is in history, this great victory of Song Dynasty and Xia Dynasty would have been impossible to achieve without his full trust and full support.
Now, the malignant sores in the northwest of the Song Dynasty have been completely removed, and next, the only opponent of the Song Dynasty is the Liao Kingdom.
Nowadays, the Liao Kingdom is in a state of decay, like a crumbling fortress that has been eaten away by insects and ants.
I don't know when it will collapse due to internal decay.
When Gao Zhang, the mastermind behind the overthrow of the Liao Kingdom, thought about this, he couldn't help but turn around and look far behind him at Xiao Sixian, who was being escorted out of the prison car and bowing to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty...
(End of chapter)
