If the pacification of Western Xia and destroying Jiaozhi a few years ago made the people of the Song Dynasty proud, then this time, taking over Yanyun, recruiting Liaodong and pacifying the Western Regions would be like igniting the people's spirit in the Song Dynasty...

The good news in front was sent back, and exciting stories spread to the world. He killed all Yelu Mingwu with a knife and covered 60,000 soldiers; Yanshan pretended to die and led Wanyan Zonghan into the trap; he attacked the east and west and captured Liaoyang City; he captured the golden lord Wanyan Aguda alive by the river; chased the remaining enemies across the desert and crossed the desert and tied the stones Yanran; he fought like a bamboo battle with Dingtian Mountain; the divine weapon in the south of Rehai came from the sky to defeat the Black Khan King; he met across the Pamir Mountains and the north and south to the Shule......

After listening to the passionate deeds, they have long been compiled into legendary stories by Tokyo tabloids, and have been widely exaggerated and spread.

Countless young people once sang wildly because of fencing, and wanted to learn from Dingyuan to join the army. Even the steady old man also celebrated with each other again and again, boasting that the great Song Dynasty had far surpassed the prosperous times of the Han and Tang Dynasties.

The passion in people's hearts is constantly accumulating in the frequent victory, just like a huge lake on a mountain, constantly accumulating water. Every time the good news comes, people celebrate wine, but this is far from enough to vent their passion that is getting higher and higher.

Because the heroes are still fighting and have not come back yet, their cheers and cheers have not been heard. They endured it with difficulty, and wanted to keep the most passion and warmest cheers until the moment when the hero reunited and then vented it out with all their heart.

As the people were anxiously waiting, the heroes who created immortal legends finally returned. Even the emperor who was a few years old couldn't wait to drive a car and carry a sword to welcome him out of the city.

The passion that the people in the city, which had already endured extremely hard, broke the dam in an instant, just like a huge mountain lake pouring down, and it was out of control.

From the 70-year-old man to the three-year-old child, all rushed to the outside of the city. Fortunately, the imperial guards in the capital were prepared and responded quickly. A team of hundreds of people guided the passionate people at each street entrance, so that they did not cause a terrible stampede.

But the scene was still very chaotic. The streets and alleys were filled with people slowly moving forward. People shouted the same sentence without any nutrition: Mr. Yang returned to the court!

There is nothing else except this sentence. Although I have been shouted hundreds of times and thousands of times, I am still afraid that others will not know. The sounds of millions of people gather together, like a tsunami, one wave higher than another, as if it will never stop.

The carriage of the magistrate in the court was sandwiched among the tide of the people. I want to get up quickly unless you can fly.

Zhang Dun and Cai Jing were in the same car. Looking at the crowds of people outside the car, listening to Zhixiao Yuntian's cheers, they couldn't help but smile helplessly.

The people of Tokyo have always been energetic, and it is common for Pingyuri to compete with the Prime Minister's car. At this time, the crowd was in a turbulent manner. Not to mention the Prime Minister, the Emperor may only have the only way to eat their "exhaust" when he comes.

Besides, there is really no place to let the streets on the streets at this moment. People try to get out of the city as soon as possible. Everyone wants to leave the city earlier. The streets are full of heads shaking. Where can I let them go?

Cai Jing said with a hint of sourness: "It's ridiculous that Liu Yu and others are still trying their best to impeach Yang Yi. Look at the enthusiasm of the people in the city. If anyone really impeached Yang Yi, I'm afraid he can't stay in the capital. Does Mr. Zhang still have the experience of Wang Xian and Yang Wei and others?"

As strong as Zhang Dun, he couldn't help but take a breath when he remembered the miserable scene of Wang Xian and Yang Wei and others being smashed out of the capital by dog ​​shit.

As the leader of all officials, Zhang Dun naturally opposed the people's excessive behavior, but the public's anger was undeniable. How many can you arrest? And whoever ordered the arrest of people would definitely be infamous.

Zhang Dun replied with a question that he was ill-in question: "Have you ever thought about it? Your Majesty should have been studying in Erying Palace. Who told Your Majesty that Yang Yi had arrived in Beijing? Even if someone accidentally let it go, why did the eunuchs and palace maids accompanying him stop him? Even if they can't stop it, it's always not difficult to make up a reason and then quickly send someone to notify the Empress Dowager. Why did someone come to report it until His Majesty's Holy Lord left the palace?"

Just now, Cai Jing didn't have time to think about this. Now he heard Zhang Dun say that, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Grandpa Zhang said this is the Empress Dowager..."

Zhang Dun said nothing, but just sighed slowly. Yang Yi has great achievements and with the support of Empress Dowager Liu, who can check and balance him in the future?

No matter what Zhang Dun and others thought, under the protection of Bao Yi's 200 guards, Zhao Jie's six-seat imperial carriage had already been ten miles away from the city and ran westward. The curtain was half rolled up, the dragon flag outside the car was waving, and the iron hooves were like thunder; the five-year-old Emperor of the Song Dynasty was sitting in the car, trying to straighten his back, the twelve-shaped emperor crown was shaking gently, and the little face after the flowing bead was tight, as if he wanted to make himself look more majestic.

Yang Dayanei next to him tried hard to learn from him, and he also stood up straight, but this posture was too tiring. After all, he was only over four years old, and he was half a year younger than Zhao Jie, so he couldn't hold on.

"Official family, I...I'm tired."

Zhao Jie glared at him and said seriously: "Look at you, you usually ask you to accompany me to catch some crickets, but you don't go. If you are so weak, how can you become a general in the future?"

Yang Dayanei defended: "But Dad said that only after his permission can he catch crickets!"

Zhao Jie had nothing to say for a moment and was a little discouraged. He leaned against the wall of the car first and said, "Let's do it, but you have to guarantee that you must not do this when you meet your mentor later."

Yang Dayanei was overjoyed, and then leaned against the wall of the car, stretched out his legs and gently pounded it, and happily promised: "Don't worry, the official family, I will definitely not be like this when I see my father. Are you sleepy? I'll help you beat me."

"You don't need you, you're still young." Zhao Jie couldn't change his child's surname, and then said, "Before his mentor went to war, he promised to bring me some fun. I heard that his white wolf was very beneficial. It would be great if he could bring me a little wolf."

"But you, the official, aren't you going out of the city to reward the army? Why do you ask your father for gifts instead?"

After Yang Dayanei asked this, Zhao Jie remembered the mission of his trip, but a wolf broke into his heart and could not drive it out: "Rewarding the army is a reward, but I really want a little wolf..."

"But... the sir said, the government is rich, why do you want a wolf?"

"Then I'll give you Sihai, I just want a wolf anyway."

It’s really a childish person. Hao Sui, who was sitting by the shaft of the car, almost got out of the car after hearing this. What’s this called Zhao Jie? It’s called Sanqian of Ruoshui. I only took a scoop of drinks......... Howl!

Perhaps it was close to Beijing, Xiaobai was a little excited and howled by the car. Yang Yi was lying on the beauty's lap and was sleeping in a daze. He was woken up by its howl. He couldn't help but shouted through the curtain: "Xiaobai, what's the ghost howling? Believe it or not, I'll stew you."

There was a grievance of "whimper" sound from the side of the car. Adella, who was rubbing her numb thighs, couldn't help but smile and said, "Sir, I suddenly remembered a word."

"What's the matter?"

"One person can attain enlightenment, and the chicken and dog will ascend to heaven."

"Adela, what do you mean by saying this?"

"Hehe, I heard that Xiaobai is now a sixth-grade wolf. In anger, he stewed a sixth-grade wolf. This is not good."

"Haha..." Yang Yi knew that Adella was deliberately making her happy, but she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It was only twenty miles away from Beijing, but just now, there was no movement in the capital. The thousands of soldiers who followed Yang Yi back to Beijing seemed to have been poured with cold water on their heads.

Yang Yi was also very uncomfortable. He did not ask the court to reward him, but at least he would give these soldiers who fought for the country a worthy treatment.

The soldiers fought thousands of miles, crossed mountains, waded rivers, crossed the northern desert, crossed the vast sea, sacrificed their heads and shed their blood, and made countless military achievements. Finally, they finally came back alive, but they did not receive the reward they deserved, without even a cheer. Is this how the court treated the soldiers who fought for the country?

Thousands of soldiers became extremely disappointed, and they all lowered their heads to rush on their way. I don’t know who they were, but when they remembered their comrades who buried their bones in a foreign land, they actually sang Qu Yuan’s “National Mourning”. The desolate singing sounded like a whimpering person, floating in the cold wind of late autumn:

Fuck Wu Ge and wore rhinoceros armor, and the car was in a slight hub and was close to each other.

The flags are blocked and the enemy is like clouds, and the arrows are falling and the soldiers are fighting for the first place.

I am walking in the formation and walking, and I am stolen from the left and my blade is injured.

The haze is two wheels and four horses are slammed, and the jade is supported and the drums are slammed.

The sky is full of power and anger, and the killing is completely abandoned.

If you don’t go in and out, you won’t go back, and the plain suddenly has a long road.

Carry a long sword and hold the Qin bow, and your head and body are separated but your heart is not punished.

Sincerity is both brave and powerful, and ultimately strong and cannot be overwhelmed.

Since the body dies, the spirit is with the spirit, and the soul is resolute and will become a ghost hero.

Yang Yi could no longer sit still when he listened to the desolate singing. He lifted the curtain and jumped onto the dark clouds and covered the snow, shouting: "Li Yizhong!"

"The last one will be here!"

"Push up my handsome flag."

"Here!"

Yang Yi then roared, "Soldiers, listen, hold your head up and straighten your backs. No matter when, don't forget that you are warriors who have defeated Loulan in a hundred battles. Even if there is no cheer or no one greets you, no one can erase your merits. History will eventually record your immortal merits!"

Amid Yang Yi's roar, thousands of soldiers slowly raised their heads and straightened their backs. Looking at the Yang-like banner in front of the team that was waving in the autumn wind, remembering the rainy horse hooves on the battlefield, their bloody and thunderous shouts...

Yang Yi pulled out his sword and then shouted: "Don't sing "National Mourning". We have expanded our territory for the Song Dynasty and made great achievements. At this moment, we returned triumphantly. Just as we were generous, we sang with me and sang loudly!"

Immediately, passionate singing sounded in the western suburbs of the capital, and their hoarse throats seemed to be roaring, and the singing sounded through the sky:

The severe wind blows the frost and the seaweed witheres, the tendons are dry and the essence is strong and the horse is arrogant.

There are 300,000 soldiers from the Han family, and the general also commands Huo Piaoyao.

The meteor's white feathers are inserted between the waist, and the sword flower and autumn lotus are shining out of the box.

The sky-soldiers shine on the snow and the enemy's arrows shoot golden armor like sand.

The clouds, dragons, winds and tigers are all handed back, and Taibai enters the moon and the enemy can be destroyed.

The enemy can be destroyed, the head of the devil is destroyed, and the intestines of the Hu are plagued with the Hu blood.

Hanging in the sky, buried beside the Hu Zipai.

Hu Wuren, Han Daochang.

……………………

Amid the passionate singing, the sound of iron hooves faintly came from the road in the east. Then a golden dragon flag appeared on the horizon, waving with the strong autumn wind, the five-clawed golden dragon on the flag was spreading its teeth and claws, shaking its claws!

This is the emperor's dragon flag. No one dares to use the five-clawed golden dragon flag except the emperor. The Emperor of the Song Dynasty actually came!
Chapter completed!