Wanren Mountain.
Counting the time, the war to destroy the barbarians should have ended long ago.
The group of veterans who blocked the road before were sitting in the Zhengqi Square of Wanren Mountain, waiting for news from the thousands of miles of wilderness.
Wanren and Yumen are one body. As long as there is news back to Yumen, Wanren will know it soon.
But, why is there still no fluctuation in the Zhengqi Square?
Everyone's hearts were lifted.
Could it be——
completely annihilated!
…
Also waiting for news like them are the people of Wanren Mountain.
Different from the past, nearly 60% of the troops sent out this time were ordinary people.
Among them are their sons, their husbands, and their fathers.
Therefore, they have more personal experience.
…
In the meeting hall, Han Qingzhu was still playing chess.
Doesn't seem worried at all.
And Xianxin was playing chess while scolding Yan Baichuan, the chess master of Zhongjing, with his opponent.
It has to be said that Han Qingzhu's calm behavior also gave many great scholars reassurance.
After all, after decades as military minister, Han Qingzhu had already established unparalleled prestige in the army.
But some people are still whispering——
After all, it’s mainly ordinary people!
This time, the military minister was reckless.
…
The blue clouds were billowing in the Zhengqi Square, and a figure seemed to be slightly emerging.
The veterans all stood up from the ground, and the people who had been waiting outside for a long time also came forward.
somebody is coming.
A tragic victory? A fiasco? still--
completely annihilated?
Everyone stretched their necks, feeling for the first time that the righteousness transmission formation was so slow.
Finally, the blue clouds dissipated, and only one figure appeared in the square.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
These are the guards at Yumen Pass!
Didn't any of the soldiers who went on the expedition come back?
Sure enough, ordinary people would die in the first battle!
A sad atmosphere began to spread among the crowd.
…
Nie Xiaowu shook his head. After passing the teleportation formation for the first time, his head was still a little dizzy.
But military reports are important.
The moment he regained consciousness, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him.
An old Confucian scholar asked tremblingly: Boy, how is the battle going?
How many of those soldiers who went on the expedition are still alive?
Nie Xiaowu was stunned for a moment: How many are alive?
Those people almost finished their wine at Yumenguan!
Now everyone is too drunk to get up.
Nie Xiaowu cleared his throat. He didn't have a spring thunder in his tongue, but at this moment his voice reached the sky——
"Victory in the Wasteland——"
"The formation will kill Havel, the powerful householder of Mordan Khan's tribe, and the little prince Mochik of Mordan Khan's tribe will be killed in formation!"
"Annihilate all the Tulan cavalry!"
"Wasteland, great victory——"
Everyone looked at each other.
The military order is fixed. Only when the casualties are less than 30% and the enemy troops are completely destroyed can it be called a victory!
"A great victory? A great victory?" The veteran wanted to ask again, but Nie Xiaowu had already used the lightening technique and ran towards the Wanren Mountain Mighty Martial Hall.
Running all the way, shouting all the way——
"Victory in the wasteland! Victory in the wasteland! Victory in the wasteland!"
What a great victory!
The veteran wiped his tears.
How many years have I not heard such a word?
Staying at Wanren Mountain for a period of time, he wanted to hear such a sound in his dreams.
He wanted to hear such voices on behalf of those fallen comrades.
His rickety body stood upright, and the remaining aura of awe-inspiring righteousness in his body surged out. He raised his neck and shouted——
What a great victory——
Comrades who have passed away, have you heard this?
…
With the sounds of "great victory", the entire Wanren Mountain was boiling.
Han Qingzhu, who was in charge of Weiwu Mansion, had naturally sensed it for a long time.
Looking at the excited scholar in front of him, Han Qingzhu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, flipped his wrist, took out a goose feather fan from nowhere, and fanned it gently, as if he had the war under control.
"It seems that the soldiers defeated the barbarian enemy."
"Collect your thoughts first, this game is not over yet."
As he said that, he picked up a chess piece, but couldn't suppress his emotions. The awe-inspiring righteousness flowed out from his fingers and exploded the black chess piece to pieces!
Fortunately, at this time, Xiao Qi walked in quickly and shouted: "Military Minister, there is a great victory in the wilderness, all the crops are planted, and there is a military report in the mail."
"Huh? Read it!"
"Report to the commander of the army, let the camp of the leading generals join forces with Turan's thousands of cavalry to fight in the wilderness. With the help of the divine martial arts of Wan'an Bo's heroic spirit, combined with the strength of all the generals, we can defeat Turan."
Xiao Qi held the jade slip of the military report and his voice trembled slightly: "The formation killed the little prince Mochik below, level 1083. Since then, Mordan has no more Turan Cavalry. Our army has lost 570 formations." Two people, one thousand and forty-four people were seriously injured.”
"The heads of the barbarian enemies were cast into the imperial palace, and they were piled up like mountains, several feet high."
"Da Xuan is victorious! The human race is mighty!"
Before Xiao Qi could finish his words, the scholar who was playing chess with the soldiers quickly stood up and left his seat. Regardless of the rules, he took the military report from Xiao Qi's hand and started reading it again.
Han Qingzhu was also extremely excited at this time.
He knew there might be a surprise.
I didn't expect such a big surprise!
An army composed mainly of ordinary people fought fiercely in the wild, and actually wiped out the barbarian army with 20% battle losses!
Of course, this army of ordinary people was formed by Wanrenshan who gathered the elites from the entire Great Wall defense line.
But what about three years from now, five years from now, or even ten years from now?
"The world is turned upside down!" Han Qingzhu murmured, and his mind suddenly thought of the figure of the young man who wrote a poem to himself in the Changming Palace, facing the urgent pressure of the Ministry of Rites.
"A saint descended from heaven!"
…
Zhongjing.
This is the time when the lanterns are first lit.
The news of the first battle has spread all over the world with Di Bao and Da Xuan Min Bao.
At this moment, everyone is waiting for the battle situation from the north.
The messenger bluebird fluttered its wings regardless of the cost, and flew from the Northern Territory to Zhongjing in almost an hour.
The sergeant on the watchtower received the blue bird, his expression changed, he jumped off the watchtower, got on his horse, rode on Zhuque Street, and ran towards Changming Palace, shouting continuously: "Great victory in the Northern Territory! Great victory in the first battle!"
Just like a drop of water dropped into a boiling pot of oil, the city of Zhongjing boils instantly!
…
News of victory always spreads quickly.
Here, hundreds of officials gathered in the Changming Palace and were still reviewing the battle. On the other side, various details about the battle were spread by unknown people through various channels.
"Hahahaha, human warriors can defeat barbarians! Lords, win the battle!"
"Our human race has billions of people. Although we only have tens of millions of Confucian scholars, we have billions of warriors! Our human race should be greatly prospered!"
"There are still heroic spirits in battle! It's a pity that I'm not in the army. I can't see Guan Yun riding alone for thousands of miles, I can't see Zhao Zilong going in and out seven times to save Adou, and I can't see Zhang Yide breaking the Dangyang Bridge!"
"Studying the Three Kingdoms hard, but I haven't seen the Three Kingdoms yet!"
"Exactly, why are we reading the Three Kingdoms, but we can't outline the charm of the heroic spirit?"
"Brother is joking. I heard my father say that it seems that in order to outline the charm of a heroic spirit, the blood of the battlefield needs to be nurtured."
"I heard that there are not only heroic spirits, but some even understand the art of war!"
"What's so difficult about this? Haven't you finished watching the latest "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" yet? Guo Jing and Huang Rong have helped defend Xiangyang for twenty years."
"Wan Anbo said: A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people!"
"Now that Wan Anbo has chosen the holy land, he has also chosen Dongcang City in the North."
"Respect the soldiers of the Northern Territory, respect Wan Anbo!" someone shouted.
"To the soldiers of the Northern Territory, to Wan Anbo!"
After drinking all the wine in the bowl, a strong man suddenly stood up and broke the wine bowl in his hand.
"Go north today and surrender to Dongcang!"
Someone immediately echoed: "My dear brother, my words deeply touched my heart. I am willing to go with you, go north today, and surrender to the east together!"
"Go together! Go together!"
"Go north! Go north!"
…
The impact continues.
At this moment, not only Zhongjing, but also all the prefectures in Daxuan Prefecture are undergoing little changes.
"Brother, I want to go to Dongcang City!" A street ranger said, "Wan Anbo helped us understand martial arts and gain strength, but we have been wasting our time wandering around in this village all day long."
"I want to go to Dongcang City, listen to Wan Anbo's teachings, and take a step forward in martial arts. In the future, I will compete with the barbarians!" The young man bowed deeply to his brother, whom he usually respected.
The mighty man looked at the two dozen sworn brothers in front of him and nodded: "Brother, I want to go north too. I have sold my house and land, and I have some money. You can take it and divide it as road funds."
The leading young man was startled: "Brother is also going to Dongcang City? Then what kind of transportation is there? I'll just follow him?"
The mighty man shook his head: "You are still young, and your martial arts can still be improved, so it is appropriate to go to Dongcang. Brother Yu has limited talent, and is willing to join the army at the Great Wall of Righteousness."
"In the past, we thought that if we join the army, we will be just mere cooks and handymen at most, but Wan Anbo has given us the ability to fight against the barbarians. If we don't go now, we will wait until later!"
"My dear brothers, this is the farewell to the green mountains and green waters. May we meet again at the Great Wall of Righteousness one day!"
"Hehewufu, serve the country and the people!"
The mighty man saluted deeply, and everyone quickly returned the salute: "Great warrior, for the country and the people!"
…
The same thing happened almost everywhere in Daxuan. If a saint looks down at Daxuan, he can see the flow of people heading north, some of them going to the major towns in the north, and some of them going to Dongcang City.
…
Yuezhou, Nanyu Mansion, Meng Family.
"Father, everyone is here."
The three generations of great scholars from the Meng family were a famous scholarly family in Nanyu Mansion.
At this time, Meng Huizu, who was sitting in the middle hall, opened his eyes, looked at his descendants kneeling on the ground, and sighed.
It should be a good thing for the family to multiply and flourish, but with more people, there is also more waste.
If it's just a waste of money, forget it; I'm just afraid that some dandies will appear and harm others.
Meng Huizu nodded: "Today, a great victory in the Northern Territory!"
"We old men have just made a decision. From today on, the family school will open a martial arts hall. From now on, we, the Meng family, are either Confucian or martial arts."
"If you don't study Confucianism or martial arts, after the age of eighteen, you will be removed from the family tree and given a sum of money to settle down. From now on, you will have nothing to do with my Meng family."
"In addition, Sanfang Jinghui's martial arts cultivation has reached eleven meridians and seventy-two acupoints. Starting tomorrow, take half of the family wealth and take my brother north to Dongcang!"
"Reopening the Meng family's portal in Dongcang City will be the direct lineage of the Meng family's martial arts lineage."
"Although the martial arteries are weak, they will become the foundation of the human race!"
"As far as I know, countless wealthy families have made the same decision."
"Besides, I think Wan Anbo will be able to open a road to heaven again!"
"No further discussion, just do it."
After saying that, Meng Huizu clicked the crutch in his hand and disappeared from the spot.
In an instant, the Meng Mansion became busy.
…
The red sun rises.
The officials in Changming Palace discussed it all night and finally walked out of Changming Palace.
Regarding the adjustment of the Northern Territory Front, the reconfiguration of the military, and the strengthening of the promotion of martial arts... With the good news, one after another was thrown into the Changming Palace.
Of course, these issues cannot be resolved in just one night. It can be foreseen that in the next month or even months, these regulations will be discussed repeatedly before they are finally promulgated.
But everyone already feels that the pace of a new era has slowly arrived.
This time, only one thing was finally agreed upon, and the imperial edict stamped with jade seals had already left Zhongjing for Dongcang City before the sun rose.
The content of the will is only one——
Great work!
Become a Marquis!
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