Changes occurred all over the world due to the complete defeat of the Xiongnu.
Especially Dahan Beiguan.
In the past few days, at the border crossing, the lights were kept on all night long, and gongs and drums were beaten.
The news came back that the Xiongnu had been defeated and fled in all directions. People in Beiguan rushed to spread the word, and every household was filled with revelry.
There are also people who kowtow to Chang'an and the direction north of Beiguan.
Pay homage to the emperor of Chang'an, pay homage to the Han army who did not return from the battle at Beiguan, and pay homage to this great Han in his prosperous age.
Some people's homes began to worship the god of the champion of Wuqu who came to the world, and prayed for his protection and long-term peace in the world.
"A few days ago, the government issued a notice to the people saying that our doors in Beiguan have not been closed day and night recently, and the city gates have been open all night, because there are large vehicles that have to pass through the border day and night to go to the Huns' place and transport all kinds of things back."
"That place is no longer the place of the Huns. The Huns were destroyed by the Han army led by the champion marquis."
"I heard that all the Huns were beheaded and their heads were piled higher than the mountains."
"In the past few days, carriages and horses have been coming and going at the border gates day and night. I heard that all the people carrying the goods are the things that the champions took back from the Huns."
Countless border crossings and even people all over the world were talking about it and making a lot of noise.
The sun sets late.
Xu Ji is in his early sixties, has a slight limp in his legs, is very thin, and wears a dark gray linen shirt.
He held a thick bamboo slip under his arm and walked slowly on the streets of the northern border town of Dai County.
There are many people on the street. To be precise, there have never been so many people.
At least Xu Ji has lived in the city for almost twenty years, and he has never seen so many people walking on the street at the same time in this border city.
The Xiongnu were defeated by the Han army, which was the deepest feeling for the border towns.
Everything seems to have changed. The city is a hundred times more lively than before. Even the vendors hawking on the street had joy in their voices.
The pace of pedestrians coming and going has slowed down, and they are much more leisurely and leisurely than in the past.
Recently, there have been several food shops on the street. People are invited to talk about the Han army's defeat of the Xiongnu in the shops, and there is an endless stream of listeners. Those who had no money to eat would squat outside the store, listening carefully to the people in the store talking about the Han army, the champions, and how the general defeated the enemy in front of the battle line.
Xu Ji also went to listen twice and talked over and over again about how to kill the Huns, but the border residents listened with gusto and never tired of it.
Holding the thick scroll under his arm, he walked along the long street, walked through the bustling city, and finally came to the city gate.
In the past, even during the day, a large number of troops would be stationed at the open city gate to strictly check who came and went.
It was now evening, the border town was open, and there were only about thirty defenders. They were on guard duty, and there would still be interrogations, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.
Xu Ji limped to the city gate and asked the guard stationed there: "If you leave the city now, can you come back after dark in an hour?"
The guard ignored him.
Xu Ji thought for a while and took out a bronze brand wrapped in silk with Chinese character patterns on it, like a small shield.
The officer looked at the sign and found the simple letter under Xu Ji's arm. He was in awe: "A soldier who has made meritorious service on the battlefield is still literate?"
Xu Ji straightened his back, covered it with silk cloth, and put away the small sign.
Some time ago, when he received this sign, he asked around and found out that this sign was produced by the government after the Champion Hou took charge of the army, and was reissued to all Han soldiers who were in or retired from the army according to the military merit roll.
Anyone who has served in the military has this special identity card.
But even those who have not performed any meritorious service on the battlefield have a brand, but it is made of bamboo.
Only those who have achieved military exploits can be made of bronze like Xu Ji's piece.
Xu Ji tried his best to stand up straighter and responded to the officer in front of him: "We are old soldiers of almost 20 years. We only retired after our legs were injured. We were in the army here before.
I knew a few words when I was a child, but not all of them. "
The officer responded: "If you want to go to the city, go ahead. In the next few days, the Marquis will enshrine the Huns in their place and tell the world. From then on, the Huns will be gone. During this period of time, we have not closed the city gates."
Xu Ji felt relieved and walked out of the city slowly.
He came to a tomb seven or eight miles away from the city. He stood in front of the tomb for a while, squatted down, took the thick slip of paper in his hand, and muttered:
"Liu Shi, before you die, please write down the names of all the troops that our Han army can collect.
... It has been almost twenty years. Every time there is a war in this border gate, I go to inquire about it and remember it for you.
I have collected a total of 721 names of the soldiers who died guarding the border... You said at the beginning that you should write down these names and never forget them until you die. Whoever has descendants should pass them on from generation to generation. Remember Take it back from the Huns. "
Xu Ji glanced north: "No need now, the Champion Marquis led his soldiers and horses to kill all the Huns..."
Xu Ji slowly took out the fire seal, picked up a few handfuls of grass from the grave, lit it, and threw the bamboo slips in: "The Huns are all gone, so there is no need to continue writing down this slip. I will burn it for you, and you can do it yourself." Take your time and take a look below.
Also, I have been guarding this city for almost twenty years. From now on, we won’t come to your grave very often, and I will go back to my hometown..."
After the fire was finished, Xu Ji stood up, still limping, but in an inexplicably cheerful mood, and returned to the city in the night.
There are more than one place where similar things happened in various parts of the Han Dynasty, such as Xu Ji.
The Xiongnu, who caused hundreds of years of border chaos to the Han Dynasty, died!
The news spread all over the north and south of the Yangtze River, the Nanyue Kingdom, all ethnic groups in Baiyue, all tribes of Western Qiang, the Western Regions, and even Shendu, Kangju, and those who heard it were moved.
There has never been a moment when the Han people were so proud and excited.
The world is boiling.
And when the will of all people gathers together, the national destiny will also improve.
The emperor has been smiling for days.
This evening, he once again entered Weiyang Palace, the secret treasury of national destiny.
As the national fortunes rise, the weather here becomes increasingly astonishing.
The Purple Dragon of National Fortune is lying on its back, its scales are open and closed, and a dragon ball swallowed in its mouth is as vast as the bright moon in the sky.
The emperor’s eyes sparkled:
"Swallow the Xiongnu and see if I can bring about the destiny of the divine dynasty. Perhaps what Emperor Qin has been unable to achieve through unification throughout the ages will be accomplished in my hands!"
The purple dragon's roar shook the sky!
That night, there seemed to be a dragon roar under the Qin Emperor's mausoleum, which was more powerful than the purple dragon's cry of the Han Dynasty's national destiny.
The dragon's roar echoed deep in the earth's veins, ringing in the ears of everyone in the vast land of China.
…
The capital of Parthia, located on the left bank of the Tigris River.
The city adopts the architectural form common in the Mesopotamia and Mesopotamia. The city walls are round and majestic.
The city gate is a semicircular arch, and the wall next to the gate has tall columns and beautiful relief murals, carrying the glorious history of Parthia.
There is an old saying that is widely circulated in Parthia to describe the prosperity of the capital, "Whoever controls the wealth of the capital can compete with the god-king for wealth."
They believe in Zoroastrianism and the Babylonian pantheon, and the God-King is what they consider to be the king of the gods and the master of all.
The sun sets over the western mountains.
In the palace in the city, the king of the country, Mithridates II, was paying attention to a simple book from the East.
Nearly a month ago, the leader of the army led his Du tribe near the border of Dayuezhi. After contacting the Parthian army, he had someone send this scroll.
Mithridates II did not know how the commander of the army mastered the Parthian language and writing.
In the past ten months, the two parties have contacted each other several times using this simple letter.
"Lord of the Parthian Kingdom, what do you think of my proposal?"
"The Han people are going to hold a grand ceremony to sacrifice their gods and heaven and earth, and to reduce the fortune of the Xiongnu country. By then, the Han people will have all the land of the Xiongnu, and the national fortune will be stronger and pose a greater threat to Parthia."
"After you, the ruler of the country, occupy the Great Yuezhi, you can also hold a ceremony to declare the founding of the country, cut off the Great Yuezhi that originally fell into the hands of the Han people, and tell the gods that the Great Yuezhi has belonged to Parthia, and the Han people Although they won the Xiongnu, they lost the Dayue clan.
Their national power will be affected.
Parthia annexed the land of the Great Yuezhi, which not only increased its national power but also curbed the Han Dynasty. Why not do it? "
The writing on the bamboo slips is bright and dim.
Mithridates II was a very decisive monarch.
He had already made a decision. He had notified the Parthian border troops many days ago that he would hold a ceremony to announce the annexation of the land of the Great Yuezhi, so that Parthia's border area and national power would reach the level of the Great Yuezhi. new level.
Mithridates II smiled.
Although he had made his decision long ago, he did not inform the person on the other side of the bamboo slip who contacted him.
He rubbed the brief letter: "The method of transmitting information in this brief letter is similar to the method of transmitting war information in our Ear of the Gods..."
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June 22nd.
In the early morning, it's still dark.
Huo Qubing woke up from practicing on the marching couch, dressed neatly, and put on a brand new doctor's robe.
The soldiers helped him open the tent and went out. In the wilderness under the Ulaanbaatar Highlands, there were already 20,000 Han troops standing in order.
Zhao Ponu, Fu Luzhi, Chen Qing, Zhao Anji and other generals under their command were all in high spirits and had changed into brand new clothes.
Even Fu Luzhi, who doesn't like to be clean, made an exception and went to the river to wash for half an hour last night. He carefully scrubbed away the blood in the gaps in his armor.
Today is a very special and important day, destined to be famous throughout the ages.
Moreover, this Fengchan ceremony is different from other Fengchan ceremonies. It is a ceremony of conferring heaven in the form of a military sacrifice.
It was a Zen ritual to defeat the Xiongnu and inform heaven and earth that the Han Dynasty would annex the Xiongnu and accept their national destiny.
Huo Qubing came out of the camp and stood on the high ground. He looked down at the Han troops who followed him to defeat the Xiongnu. He pointed at the moving Han flag and shouted: "Big Han!"
"Big man!"
The Han army yelled: "Champion Hou!"
The shouts of thousands of troops shook the mountains and rivers: "The champion of the Han Dynasty!"
The military front emerged spontaneously, pointing to the sky and shaking the stars.
On the dome screen, among the stars that have not receded, the Wuqu star shines brightly.
A little further away, stood the officials of the Han Dynasty, representatives of clans and people from all walks of life who came to attend the ceremony.
Among them, Taichang Zhouping, who came from Chang'an to participate in the Fengchan ceremony, was also there.
At this time, the Han army called out the champion, not the emperor, which was somewhat taboo.
But everyone pretended not to hear, including Zhou Ping, who was expressionless and turned a deaf ear.
Everyone knew that even if the emperor himself heard about this matter, he would not care. If anyone reported it, they might be reprimanded.
At this moment, the Xiongnu kingdom was destroyed, and the whole world celebrated.
Even Jin'an wears a big red flower on his head and is crowned with a horse crown.
Huo Qubing got on his horse, and 20,000 Han troops advanced eastward from Ulaanbaatar, followed by ministers.
Jiang Yan, Gongsun Hong, Dong Zhongshu and others each released their qi, using the treasures inherited by Confucianism, Yin-Yang and other schools, and the qi matched with the national luck items sent by the emperor, causing strange phenomena that soared into the sky, and they were colorful. .
The most important thing is that Huo Qubing drove the Han army to the front, and a breath of weapons illuminated the world.
To the east of Ulaanbaatar, not far from Langjuxu Mountain.
Langjuxu Mountain is a sacred mountain in the eyes of the Huns.
The mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles from northeast to southwest, with an altitude of about two thousand meters. The mountain is relatively gentle and surrounded by the winding Onan River.
This is the holy place where the Huns held state sacrifices.
To the north of Langjuxu Mountain, there is another slightly shorter mountain, namely Guyan Mountain.
There are herds of cattle and horses at the foot of the mountain, which is a natural pasture. The most fertile land on the grassland is here.
Huo Qubing dismounted at the foot of the mountain.
The surrounding area of the mountain has long been under martial law by the Han army. The army is solemn and solemn, and the soldiers' fronts are stirring in the air.
He looked up at the top of the mountain and prepared to climb the mountain.
Military rituals to worship heaven are not so particular. Dong Zhongshu, Zhou Ping, Jiang Yan and others have already made other preparations in the past few days.
When Huo Qubing came over, he entered the climax directly.
And that morning, the emperor in Chang'an also got up early, dressed in the same attire, with a beaded crown on his head and a jasper brocade belt around his waist.
The territory of the Xiongnu country was transferred to the Han Dynasty.
The emperor also had related ceremonies in Chang'an, telling heaven and earth to swallow up the Xiongnu's national destiny.
The Royal Ancestral Temple and Langjuxu Mountain in Chang'an will launch Zen ceremonies at the same time, echoing each other from a distance.
When Huo Qubing climbed up Langjuxu Mountain, the emperor also came to the ancestral temple in Weiyang Palace.
The chimes sound.
The officials, the queen, Liu Qing and others also gathered here.
The luck in the world suddenly boiled.
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