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Li Beichen stood with his back straight and looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.

Today is the seventh day of April, the first quarter moon.

The tiny crescent moon is like God’s unscrupulous mockery of the world.

At this time, Li Beichen felt severe pain at the connection between the palm and wrist of his left hand. He had been in a fierce battle before and had been deliberately ignored.

At this time, it was just a matter of holding on, advancing and retreating with the soldiers, and boosting morale.

It was already the second watch in the morning, and everyone was exhausted. At the most sleepy time, after another night of fighting, everyone was almost paralyzed.

As long as he stood here in high spirits as the emperor, the people below would not dare to slack off.

At this time, the soldiers' cheers of victory had passed and they were busy putting out fires, cleaning the battlefield, rescuing the wounded, and removing fish that had slipped through the net.

The main hall of Cining Palace burned into a dark ruin, leaving only some broken walls.

Too many people died.Severed heads, arms, legs, and internal organs were everywhere.

Li Beichen agreed to Commander Zhu's proposal, piled layers of firewood in the open space, and arranged the corpses neatly on top of them.

He recalled the scene in the snow when he was a boy following his father in the northern border to conquer the Tatars.

At that time, enemies and friends were clearly distinguished.

On the battlefield today, we are all compatriots.Those who also wore guard uniforms could no longer tell the difference between friend and foe after death.The blood flowing all over the ground was mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.

In front of the firewood pile, there were three heads placed, the two princes and the famous General Qin.On every face, there was a dead look and full of anger.

A sad joy flowed slowly like a river in Li Beichen's heart.

In the eyes of others, the young emperor was staring into the void, his eyes like the sea, showing no joy or worry, neither favor nor disgrace.

On his right side stood Jiang Yuebai and the Sixth Prince, and on his left side stood Zhu Shengye and Mao Yuliang.

The five people were silent.

Jiang Yuebai closed her eyes slightly, and she thought of Jinxiu. She was also a person who died heroically and shed blood for today's victory. She was also an iron warrior.

beautiful
I would rather you never get involved in this war, I would rather you always be my innocent and romantic little cutie.

beautiful.

After a night of fighting, Mao Yuliang's beard was unkempt, with sharp edges and corners, and his eyes were fierce but filled with tears.

His subordinate Lin Yunjing, known as "Lin Heizi", was shot by several arrows when he was blocking the reinforcements from entering the Cining Palace and was chopped into a pulp.

Joining him in guarding the gate of Cining Palace and dying bravely were many young guards. They were young and many of them had not yet married or had just married.

Zhu Shengye took the bowl of wine from the guard's hand with a solemn expression and respectfully handed it to Li Beichen's hand.

"Today we successfully quelled the rebellion, and everyone here is a hero! After daybreak, we will reward you according to your merits!"

"I declare that those who sacrificed their lives today to quell the rebellion and kill the traitors are all heroes who are loyal to the emperor and keep their will. Each person will be given a one-time pension of 20 taels. Their parents will enjoy their salary until their death, and the court will bear the funeral of their parents. Fee. After his son reaches the age of fourteen, he can enter the military camp and experience and be appointed as the head of a hundred households after passing the test. Those who are particularly outstanding will enter the palace to fulfill the father's duties. May the deceased rest in peace, may the living be happy, may the country be peaceful and the people be safe, may there be no more rebellions! "

After Li Beichen finished speaking, he toasted three glasses of wine to the deceased.

He took the torch handed over by Zhu Shengye and lit the fire.

In the blazing firelight, Li Beichen's weather-stained face showed little expression.

Many guards began to wipe tears in front of the fire.

Mao Yuliang, whose face was covered with stubble, thought of his subordinate Lin Yunjing who was chopped into pieces, and the soldiers who lived with him day and night. But now he couldn't hold back the huge grief in his heart. He covered his face with his arms, a rough old man who always loved to scold her. , crying like a child with depression.

Seeing that their direct leader cried when he won a great victory without being scolded by the emperor, the suppressed soldiers also began to cry.

Maybe it's for companions, maybe it's for living.

For a moment, it was filled with tiny whimpering sounds, and there was no trace of the ecstasy and emotional upsurge after victory.This was different from Jiang Yuebai's imagination of the crowd reveling after a victory.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Shengye did not reprimand the soldiers for their mood, but led everyone to start singing military songs to boost morale:

The soldiers were arrayed on the battlefield, and the light of armor was directed towards the golden scales of the sun.

The sound of trumpets filled the autumn sky, and the sound of bows and strings sounded like thunderbolts.

In this life, I will always support the mountains and rivers. Where can I not bury the bones of loyal ministers?
Report your favor on the golden platform, and bring Yulong to die for the king.

Win the reputation before and after, and settle the affairs of the king and the world.

At first, the soldiers were choked with sobs and could not form a song, so their voices were low and scattered.Only Zhu Shengye's loud and high-pitched singing voice and Li Beichen's deep and deep singing voice can be heard.

The soldiers were gradually led to sing along.Especially in Mao Yuliang's rough, loud and off-key singing, he gradually got rid of his sad mood, and his brows and mouth began to overflow with the joy of victory.

Mao Yuliang's off-key ability was too strong and his voice was too loud. In the end, except Zhu Shengye alone, everyone else was successfully led off-key.

Suddenly, in the midst of the deepest sorrow, the long-lost hearty laughter resounded.

Jiang Yuebai's heart felt like a desert, with wind and sand blowing and yellow sand filling the sky.It can't be said to be happy, nor can it be said to be sad.

Listening to Mao Yuliang's engaging but funny singing, and catching a glimpse of Mao Yuliang singing high-pitched but quietly wiping his tears, Jiang Yuebai couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

One of the lyrics kept echoing in my mind: I will always rely on the rivers in this life, where can I not bury the bones of loyal ministers?
Jiang Yuebai couldn't help but think of the revolutionary martyrs who sacrificed their lives and blood in the Anti-Japanese War and the Korean War. The hardships and difficulties they encountered were far worse than tonight.

Their names are gradually being lost in the long river of history. Except for their relatives and descendants, few people will remember them. The peace, happiness and glory brought by their battles belong only to the living.

Even so, the martyrs must have been like today's soldiers during the battle. For the faith and responsibility in their hearts, they fought resolutely and without hesitation against those who endangered the security of the country and the nation, risking life and death.

In the heroic and somewhat tragic song, Jiang Yuebai's eyes were moist, and he was in awe of "them" from the past to the future, and couldn't help but bow deeply to the remains of the soldiers.

For the fallen soldiers, and for the heroes of future generations.

Everyone around him noticed Jiang Yuebai's bow and the conspicuous blood on Jiang Yuebai's white clothes.

The empress spent the whole night fighting side by side with them, and once again witnessed her bravery and resourcefulness.

In the hearts of everyone, the empress is not only the empress, but also their companion through life and death.

They had sincere admiration for Jiang Yuebai in their hearts.

There is no etiquette and custom of bowing to the body in this world.If it is not etiquette for the empress to kowtow to the deceased, this sincere bow is just right.Therefore, Jiang Yuebai's bow, in the eyes of everyone, was the empress sending the soldiers off in a compassionate and gentle way unique to women.

And this sense of identity and emotional resonance made them even more moved and warm.

Li Beichen silently took Jiang Yuebai's left hand and intertwined their fingers.

Too many people died tonight. The fire in the yard burned for a long time, and the songs were sung round after round.The blazing fire reflected in everyone's eyes, glowing red.

As we sang, everyone's heart became a little brighter.

After all we won.

Li Beichen looked slightly sideways. Jiang Yuebai's face reflected in the firelight had a unique kind of dignified and solemn beauty that no one dared to blaspheme.

Whispered: "Thank you."

Jiang Yuebai turned her head to look at Li Beichen, then turned back to look at the fire. Her eyebrows were light and her expression was extremely restrained. Her voice revealed her emotions, "I miss Jinxiu."

Li Beichen turned his head and stared at Jiang Yuebai's side face: "Me too."

　The lyrics are adapted.Mainly borrowed from Tang Dynasty Li He's "Yanmen Prefect's Journey" "Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the autumn sky, and it is stuffed with swallow fat that condenses into purple at night. Half a roll of red flag faces the Yishui River, The sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. I will report to you on the golden stage and support you with the help of the jade dragon to die for you."

　　(End of this chapter)