Xiangyang is half a day away from Jiangling.

On that day, Zhang Xiu brought Hu Cheer and other few personal guards, and rushed to Jiangling without changing horses.

When I set off at noon and arrived at Jiangling, it was already sunset.

"Lord, Jiangling City is ahead," Hu Cheer pointed to the city in the distance and said loudly.

Zhang Xiu nodded, then patted the Feng Feng under his crotch, and the speed was a little faster.

As it approaches, Zhang Xiu's nose tip wrinkles slightly.

There was still a little bloody smell in the air. Although it was faded all day, he could still smell the bloody smell.

As for the city gate, it is logical that the people should have started to return to the city to prepare for rest as soon as dusk is approaching, but there are many people coming and going.

And all of these people had no joy on their faces, and even the whole city was filled with depression.

"Lord," Zhao Fan quickly came up to meet him.

"How is the situation in the city? The people... have you ever comforted me!" Zhang Xiu's voice was a little solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

Before he came, Jia Xu talked to him, but he was just talking and could not understand the situation at that time. Moreover, Jia Xu was just listening to others' reports.

"I've been comforting. Zhongye has been taking people to help the people bury since the morning and has been busy until now." Zhao Fan lowered his head and felt a little depressed.

"Take me to see!"

Immediately, Zhao Fan led the way and led Zhang Xiu straight to the east of the city. The place was the burial place arranged by Wenpin for the people. This time they would be buried together.

It didn't take long for Zhang Xiu to arrive.

Looking from afar, the white paper in the sky accompanied countless white silk, in an instant, it seemed that the world had lost its color, and there was only compassion.

The crying sounded loudly, and countless people's eyes were red.

Some people lose their husbands, some lose their fathers, and some lose their sons. Countless families have broken cracks.

Several hundred meters apart, Zhang Xiu has no face.

His eyes were like torch, and he turned over and dismounted.

"Hu'er, take a piece of moistening and give me a piece of mourning. Today, I will see off all the unknown heroes of the Han Dynasty." Zhang Xiu said in a trembling voice.

He knew that for the superiors, how many people died was just a number, but for him, behind this number was countless families.

Hu Cheer took it, but Zhang Xiu had no expression on his face, only grief and anger.

Removed his armor and sword, Zhang Xiu wore mourning clothes, and stepped forward.

One step, he knelt on his knees.

He stood up and took two steps, and he continued to kowtow.

"Lord, you..." Zhao Fan's face was entangled and wanted to support Zhang Xiu, but was thrown away by Zhang Xiu.

Another step, kowtow again.

Zhang Xiu didn't say anything, but his forehead was already red and there was still a little bit of broken soil on it.

A hundred meters away, according to Zhang Xiu's knocking method, ordinary people have to knock their heads and break their blood.

Gradually, people in the distance also discovered Zhang Xiu. More and more people looked here, and their eyes showed suspicion and surprise.

But more, it is sadness.

They were crying in their hearts that they really wanted their children, their fathers, their husbands to see them, and the Prime Minister came to see them.

Everyone gathered on both sides.

Wen Pin looked at Zhang Xiu who was approaching step by step, frowned slightly and looked in awe. With such a lord, it is no wonder that the people were willing to die for him.

Even if he dies, he will never regret it.

Hundred meters, Zhang Xiu kowtowed 42 times, his forehead was covered with blood, a little blood mixed with the soil, and some blackened, flowing through his eye sockets.

This scene made everyone feel heartbroken.

This scene makes everyone feel at ease and makes everyone proud of their lost relatives. Even for a hundred years, their relatives are still heroes.

Another hundred meters, Zhang Xiu kowtowed 43 times.

Blood slashed across his cheeks, looking a little ferocious. Zhang Xiu was also a little dizzy because of his repeated bowing.

Gritting his teeth, he continued to kowtow.

He is still alive, but these people are dead. In a sense, they died because of him.

No matter what, he has to do what he should do.

Another hundred meters, Zhang Xiu's body shaking a little whenever he took a step.

It was not that he was even weak, but that his repeated bowing caused him to have insufficient blood supply to his brain.

At this time, Zhang Xiu was only more than one hundred meters away from them, but every time Zhang Xiu took a step forward, it was not very fast, and it was even a little difficult.

"Lord," Wenpin welcomed him and said, "Lord, the people know your intentions. Now that Yuan Shao is heading south, your health is important."

Zhang Xiu ignored him, resolutely and still kowtowed.

"Lord, you can do this so that the people will not say anything, so make sure you are healthy!" Wen Pin said again.

Zhang Xiu turned his eyes and glared at Wen Pin and scolded: "Today, there is no lord, no prime minister, and no Zhang Xiu for the people to see."

"They died for me and for Jingzhou. I just want them to know that I, Zhang Xiu, will do my best to make them feel at ease."

"From today, I will replace them, become them, become thousands of them, take care of their parents, and take care of their wives and children."

After Zhang Xiu finished speaking with great force, he continued to kowtow step by step. Even though his head fainted, he still bit his tongue tightly and persisted.

As for his words, Wen Pin was stunned on the spot. He smiled, looked at Zhang Xiu's not-so-magnificent back, and murmured:

"Lord, lord, in this life, Wenpin will definitely slay blood in the battlefield for you, expanding territory, and even if you die nine times, you will have no regrets."

He showed a firm look, and he admitted that he was far from Zhang Xiu's pattern.

As for the people around them, their hearts were trembling as they listened to those powerful words. Although their husbands, children and fathers were dead.

But they have no regrets.

If they had never been around, they would have been like this.

Seeing Zhang Xiu's steps under his feet a little sloppy, only more than twenty meters away from them, an old man was full of hair and said with concern:

"Prime Minister, although my son died, he sacrificed his life for the country and died guarding his country. He died as a place. Although I was heartbroken, I would never stop him."

"The Prime Minister's health is important. They have spirits in heaven. They will definitely remember the Prime Minister's kindness and bless the Han Dynasty and bless the Prime Minister to defeat the enemy as soon as possible."

"Prime Minister, please stop kneeling."

"Prime Minister!" Everyone lowered their heads and shouted.

Zhang Xiu paused, and a smile appeared on his face covered in blood, and said softly: "It's okay, they are strong and strong, I can only kowtow to see you, otherwise how could I have face?"

After saying that, Zhang Xiu insisted on it.

The generals followed several steps away.

Once, then again,

His body became more and more shaking.

Zhang Xiu not only gave an explanation to their relatives, but also gave him an explanation to himself, because these people died for him.

After a long time, Zhang Xiu approached the tomb.

He straightened his spine and bowed, and at the same time he shouted: "I am late. I am waiting for me. After pacifying the world and benefiting the people, I will return to the nine springs and ask you to have a drink for fun."

"But before this, I will take good care of your wives, children, and children. If I have something I, Zhang Xiu, eat in one bite, I will never let them be hungry."

Zhang Xiu's voice was sonorous and powerful, vibrating the world.

Everyone heard it sincerely and felt a little moved and burst into tears.

"Wenpin, I'll build a heroic tomb here, let Jiangling, Jingzhou's descendants remember them, and let them live forever."

Zhang Xiu turned around and shouted with a solemn expression.

"No! I'll send someone to do this." Wen Pin responded, but when he looked up, Zhang Xiu was slowly falling down.

It wasn't him pretending, he was really a little dizzy.

As for his ears, all kinds of calls gradually became illusory.

......

When I woke up, it was already late at night.

Zhang Xiu opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the candles swaying in the room. He frowned slightly. As for his bedside, Zhang Ning had already fallen asleep on his tummy at some point.

After touching the white cloth bandaged on his forehead, Zhang Xiu shook his head and smiled. Sometimes he was really a little arrogant.

He just had to walk over and have a little more passionate voice, but he made himself like this, but he might still do this if he did it again.

"Prime Minister, you are awake." Zhang Ning woke up slowly, looked at Zhang Xiu, with joy in her beautiful eyes, and she quickly said with concern.
To be continued...