Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen Long Live

This is still a grassland, but everyone feels a sense of home.When I got here, I no longer had the sense of confusion of a lonely boat floating on the blue sea, but a sense of being down-to-earth.What does it feel like to be at home?It is serenity and tranquility. All the people gathered on the plain, Yang Hao rode a horse, and under the guard of the soldiers, he galloped through the dark crowd until the end, and then circled the horse back and stood facing all the people. This is a high slope . He knew that his voice could not be heard by everyone, but he still shouted to all the people with all his strength in a hoarse voice: "Fathers and folks, we are safe now. Remember, from now on From now on, you are already a Song people."

His voice was a little choked up: "Mr. Luo, Commander Liu, and Commander He led 3,500 brave and fearless soldiers of the Song Army. They worked hard, fearless of life and death, and exchanged their lives for ours. vitality." He turned the horse's head, faced the east, galloped forward a few steps, reined in the horse, and stood silently.All the people who helped the old and the young and survived the catastrophe did not say a word, and followed him to look back. The pattering rain is still swaying, just in front of where they stand, but the direction they came from, the rain has stopped, the sun rises in the east and the rain in the west, on the other side of the river, at the end of the sky, a round of colorful rainbow hangs high Above, the Rainbow Bridge, is it the way for the heroic spirits to rest in heaven?

Yang Hao mourned for a moment, took a long breath, cheered up and said: "Everyone take a short rest, and then continue on our way. Li Yuchang and Li Yuanwai have rushed back first, and reported the news of our arrival to the general of Fuzhou. The general will send someone to pick you up soon, and settle everything for everyone. From now on, this place is your home!" The people were silent for a while, and then cheered loudly: no longer have to worry about being frightened, no longer afraid of being displaced, they have finally settled down, these small people don't ask much, as long as the family can live together peacefully, but These days, they have experienced too much life and death and bloodshed.Now, until now, they are finally safe, and even the air they breathe now seems to have a sense of serenity and peace.Some of them laughed, some jumped, and each expressed the joy and happiness of the rest of their lives in different ways.

In the crowd, several people suddenly knelt down on the ground and shouted to Yang Hao from the bottom of their hearts: "Long live! Long live! Long live!" One person moved, and everyone followed. The people around them were quickly infected by it, and then knelt down on the ground, worshiped Yang Hao, and expressed their gratitude in their hearts: "Long live! Long live..." The few people who expressed their gratitude in their own way were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples spread out. With them as the center, the black masses of the people responded one after another, and then knelt down.

Many of them don't know the name of that lord, and many of them don't know the titles of these officials, but they all know that it is this lord who sold the capital in order to save a sign before the two armies, and no one would want it. The sick child rode alone into the battle, and they all knew that it was this untrained civil servant who stayed on the other side of the river with those generals. At the last moment, he abandoned his hope of surviving and destroyed the living bridge. , that dead bridge.They all knew that it was this person who led them out of the dead end and gave them a new life.

"Long live Long live Long live!" There are no more words, they just use the simplest sentences to express their joy and gratitude.At the beginning there was still chaos, but soon everyone was united as one, and everyone spoke one word. A short, resounding voice resounded in the plains, and even the rain ahead seemed to be frightened. Rain, stop. When the sound of long live sounded from the crowd, Yang Hao hadn't heard it yet.When more and more people were kneeling and the sound of long live became louder and louder, Yang Hao heard it clearly. Yang Hao turned pale with shock and shouted to stop, but only a few people near him could be heard, and even these people refused to stop Shouting, in the end, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground, and the sound of long live resounded through the sky, and it was impossible to stop it.

The soldiers of the Song army behind him turned pale when they heard the voice of "Long live". Looking around, the whole plain was filled with worshiping people, and only a few people stood sparsely in the crowd. , Tang Yanyan, Bi Su, and their accompanying family members were all stunned and at a loss.There was another one, Cheng Dexuan, who stood quietly at the bottom of the slope, neither happy nor angry, expressionless. Yang Hao's palms were cold, and he was already in a cold sweat.Of course he knows that since ancient times, emperors have tolerated everything and are gracious and tolerant of everything. The only thing is the threat to the throne. Whether the threat is just a sign or a fantasy that cannot be realized at all, the emperor will not Sit and watch.Didn't Chai Rong, the hero of the generation, feel suspicious because of a small wooden sign that "check to be the emperor"?After experiencing countless farces of usurping the throne since the Five Dynasties, Zhao Da, who himself became the emperor himself, knew that...

Suddenly, Yang Hao got off his horse, ran two steps towards the southeast, lifted his robe, and knelt down towards the Kaifeng mansion, imitating the countless worshiping and cheering people around him, and shouted loudly: "Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor..." Seeing Yang Hao kneeling down, the voices of the common people stopped immediately, and when the common people kneeling nearby heard Yang Hao's shout clearly, they immediately followed him and shouted: "Long live! Long live! Long live my emperor! "

Under the guidance of Yang Hao, the new cheering slogan quickly spread and became the main theme of the worship of thousands of people. The soldiers of the Song Army behind Yang Hao felt relieved and knelt down one after another. Tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians followed Yang Hao and shouted together. "Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor!" Ye Dashao and others, who seemed a little embarrassed because everyone was standing, also knelt down and shouted long live. Tang Yanyan took out a small handkerchief very ladylikely, looked at the dirty ground, frowned, looked at the small handkerchief the size of a palm in her hand, and put it away again.She bent down, pulled the hem of the man who was kneeling in front of her, and spread it on the ground, then she knelt down gracefully, but she glanced at Yang Hao with her wonderful eyes, full of admiration for him to resolve the crisis.

Kneeling in front of him was Bisu, who turned his head to see that his monk's clothes had been made into a futon by Tang Yanyan, and the eminent monk's sausage mouth was flattened aggrievedly.Li Guangcen glanced at Yang Hao, and a flash of understanding and admiration flashed in his eyes. He smiled, gestured to the subordinates standing around him, and then knelt down. Cheng Dexuan was stunned, until he realized that he was the only one standing there alone in the whole wilderness, then he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and gnashed his teeth and shouted: "Long live! Long live! Long live! !"

As soon as he entered the sphere of influence of the Zheshi, Yang Hao discovered that this place is quite different from Bazhou and Guangyuan.There are still large tracts of grassland and land here, but there are many mountains and waters here. The mountains are dangerous mountains and the water is bad water. Or backwater, all in dangerous places, all in the places where the road must pass, it can be said that every step of the way, step by step. The city walls here are mostly built of rammed earth, such as Linshishan, and some places are also built of stone, but not many.The forts and cottages in the Zhefu area are all built of rammed earth except for a few stone sections, but the rammed earth is extremely strong, hard enough to be sharpened, not inferior to stones. Seeing Yang Hao's team with no banner and ragged clothes coming all the way, the fortress on the road immediately rang the bell and drum, and all the women, children, and wandering villagers all took refuge in the fortress. The gate was closed tightly, and the fortress was full of villagers dressed in folk costumes with bows and arrows, walking back and forth with spears in their hands.Here, almost every man is a well-trained warrior, and they have their own way of dealing with the army due to the perennial attacks from the Khitan nomadic tribes in the north, the Uighur tribes in the northwest, and even the Tupan Zahu tribes in the northwest. Method. Yang Hao didn't want to disturb these villagers, but most of the remaining food and grass were thrown on the other side of the Zhulang Bridge. Although the general of Fuzhou would send people to welcome them as soon as he heard the news, how could so many people They could keep water and rice away all day long, and the brigade went to the evening of the next day, and the little grain brought across the bridge had already been finished.It was already dusk, and I saw a majestic fortress built against a mountain in front of me. The sunlight on the ground was blocked by the mountains, but the setting sun on the first floor was reflected on the fortress built against the mountain. It was as golden as a golden fort. Usually, they stop the team and come to beg for help. The fortress had been prepared for a long time, and many strong men were hiding behind the arrow stacks and watching the movement of this team vigilantly.Yang Hao raised his hands and went forward alone, looked up, and saw a plaque hanging high on the gate of the fort, with three vaguely large characters "Mu Kezhai" on it. "In the village..." Yang Hao didn't say a word, "Whoosh!" an arrow was shot down on the ground in the stronghold, barely sticking to his boot toe and nailed to the front, the tail of the arrow was still buzzing and trembling, and there was a stern reprimand from the fortress. Drink: "Don't take a step forward, if you dare to move forward, you will be killed!" Yang Hao raised his head and cupped his hands, and said in a loud voice: "My official is Yang Jie, the special envoy of the imperial envoy of the Song Dynasty. He led 40,000 people from the Northern Han Dynasty to move to the northwest. They passed by here. Because of the shortage of food and grass, they are in urgent need of assistance. I don't know who is above Village Master, please come out and talk to me." Seeing Yang Hao coming forward alone, another person appeared from the village, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, very handsome, dressed in gray cloth, holding a bow and sword, majestic and majestic.Standing at the top of the city, with one foot on the arrow stack and an arrow on the bow, he looked at Yang Hao coldly: "You... are the imperial envoy of the Great Song Dynasty?"