My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?.

Chapter 1194: Tungus wishes to offer sacrifices to the heaven and earth, Chang'an Jun, and never rebel! Those who defy me perish, and those who obey me prosper!

The sun rises in the east, shining on the earth.

The shouts and cries of killing in the Tunguska military camp gradually dissipated, and the remaining soldiers gathered together in tribal units, vigilantly guarding against soldiers from other units.

If there is anyone whose left sleeve is not cut off, all tribes will kill him together!
A wooden tower in Zhalan Township finally caught fire as Dalai had expected, with bright flames and rising smoke reaching the sky.

All the shamans wore ritual robes like the Wendu Weng, holding drums, whips and other ritual instruments in their hands, and surrounded the burning wood in the center.

They wanted to dance the sacrificial dance they had danced countless times and sing the prayers they had sung countless times.

But under Ajiang Dabing's order, they could not dance or sing, and could only look at the old figure sitting in the house through the flames, tears streaming down their faces!

Wenduweng cried like a child and couldn't help but wail: "Great Shaman!"

"You are not wrong! You don't have to sacrifice your life!"

The other shamans and generals could not help but shout: "It is Changshengtian who is wrong! He is not worthy of our faith! Why do you have to sacrifice your life for him?"

"The Emperor of Heaven and Earth has arrived. Changshengtian will not be His opponent. We would like to ask the Emperor of Heaven and Earth to protect the Great Shaman from being blamed by Changshengtian. We are willing to follow Qin Changanjun to conquer Changshengtian!"

"We don't have the ability to fight the Qin people. We still need you to guide us in the direction of progress, Great Shaman! Help us!"

In the sea of ​​fire, Ajiang Dabing sat on the heated bed, listening to the cries coming from outside the fire, sighed softly, and murmured lovingly: "Silly children."

"What is my fault?"

From the beginning to the end, Ajiang Dabing firmly believed that Eternal Heaven and the gods really existed, but Ajiang Dabing was also very clear about her position from the beginning to the end.

God is not only the object of her prayers, but also her boss and her client!
The people are the foundation that she needs to be responsible for, and they are also her tribe and her family!
So when there was a conflict between the interests of Ajiang Dabing and the people that day, Ajiang Dabing chose the people without hesitation!

After arranging the feathers on his crown, Ajiang Dabing looked up at the sky as if through the wooden ceiling, and sang in a desolate tone: "The king shepherds the people on behalf of the sky, and I offer sacrifices to the sky on behalf of the people!"

"I will now sacrifice my body to Miren Zamulha. Please ask Miren Zamulha to leave this place forever!"

"I now offer my soul to the Eternal Heaven, and ask him to leave this place forever!"

The fire is raging.

Soldiers from various Tungus tribes spontaneously flocked to Zhalan Township and camped near the burning Mukeleng to listen to Ajiang Dabing's final chanting.

The Qin army also emerged from various parts of the mountains and forests, forming neat square formations and surrounding the Tungusic troops in the middle.

The Tungus army did not move, and the Qin army did not move either. Only Ying Chengjiao personally led a thousand family soldiers, ten thousand personal soldiers, and brave generals such as Su Jiao and Ying Bu into the Tungus army formation and went straight into the heart of Zhalan Township.

Looking at the burning wood in front of him, Ying Chengjiao sighed and murmured, "Is it that serious?"

"Why would you burn yourself alive for that illusory belief?!"

Ying Chengjiao could not understand Ajiang Dabing, but Ying Chengjiao chose to respect him.

Ying Chengjiao ordered in a deep voice: "Music, dance, send off with ceremony!"

The military musicians took out the drums and cymbals used to send messages. The soldiers who could perform sacrificial dances took off their armor, held swords and square shields in their hands, surrounded the Mukeleng and the shamans, and beat their shields with their swords.

"Dong Dong Dong~Dang~Dong Dong~"

"Hah! Ha~ Huh~~~"

The unprofessional Qin Feng drummers played sacrificial music in the Jin'alin Mountains.

Unprofessional armor-less dancers perform a war dance in the Jin'alin Mountains.

Wenduweng, Sa'ejin and all the other Tungus people were all surprised. They didn't expect that Ying Chengjiao would stand here in person, and they didn't expect that Ying Chengjiao would come in person to see Ajiang Dabing off for the last time!
Although Ying Chengjiao was a god from the south and not the god they once believed in, Ying Chengjiao was still a god after all.

Having a god personally attend the funeral is absolutely the highest honor for a shaman!
Without any prior agreement, all the Tungus people bowed deeply to Ying Chengjiao.

Ajiang Dabing looked into Ying Chengjiao's eyes through the open door, and finally closed his eyes with relief.

The fire was small.

The bloodthirsty and passionate shouts of Qinqiang echoed throughout the valley, and the melodious and ethereal Tungusic chanting had disappeared.

The burning flames finally turned into ashes along with Mukeleng.

It was as if Ajang Dabing had turned into ashes together with Changshengtian.

Wen Duweng fell to his knees and cried loudly: "Great Shaman!"

While crying, Wen Du crawled forward on his knees, ignoring the heat of the ashes, moved a burnt pine wood with his bare hands, and dug deeper into the ashes.

All the Tungus shamans and soldiers knelt down and cried out in unison: "Great Shaman!"

Ying Chengjiao also dismounted, bowed to the ashes, and said in a deep voice: "Commander-in-chief of the Qin army, Prince Chengjiao of Chang'an, I send off the great shaman Tungus with courtesy, and may his soul return to heaven!"

More than 300,000 Qin soldiers shouted in unison: "Qin generals, send off the great shaman Tungus, and may his soul return to heaven!"

The Tungus people were all stunned.

The great shaman’s soul should return to heaven!

Why... Sa'ejin cried with joy and shouted loudly: "Thank you, Lord Qin Chang'an, for allowing my soul to return to heaven!"

Ajiang Dabing has confessed to Sa'ejin and others that she has betrayed Changshengtian. Sa'ejin cannot imagine what kind of torture Ajiang Dabing will suffer after her soul returns to Changshengtian.

But now, Qin Changan Jun personally appeared here and snatched away Ajiang Dabing's soul!
If his soul could return to heaven, Ajiang Dabing would not have to suffer the torture of Changshengtian, right?
At least, those of them who are still alive can make Ajiang Dabing feel better by doing meritorious service for Qin and offering sacrifices to the heavens. In this way, they themselves will feel better too.

The Tungus people finally understood and looked at Ying Chengjiao with more gratitude. They all bowed again and said, "Thank you, Lord Qin Chang'an, for allowing our great shaman's soul to return to heaven!"

Then all the Tungus people shouted in joy and relief: "Send the great shaman back to heaven!"

Wen Duweng, covered in black ash, finally crawled out of the wreckage of Mukeleng, walked tremblingly towards Ying Chengjiao, and finally knelt in front of Ying Chengjiao.

Wen Duweng held six slightly translucent bones in his hands, which were visible in his flesh and blood. He raised them high up and said in a voice that could not hide his sorrow: "The last words of the great shaman."

"If I have any bones left, I will send them as a gift to Lord Qin Chang'an."

"After my death, all shamans shall be slaves of the Qin State, obey the orders of Qin Chang'an Jun, summon all tribes to submit to the Qin State, and never rebel."

"After my death, all oboos (sacrificial sites) in Tungusic territory shall be demolished, all sacrificial garments and sacrificial vessels shall be burned, and all tribes shall offer sacrifices to the Emperor of Heaven and Earth, Chang'an."

“After my death, the names of all tribes will be abolished and their totems will be eliminated. Regardless of whether the Qin people regard the Tungus as Qin people or not, the Tungus people should regard themselves as Qin people.”

"It is my regret that I cannot meet Qin Chang'an in person. I only hope that Qin Chang'an will accept my bones and love my people!"

Holding the remains of Ajiang Dabing high in his hands, Wen Duweng slammed his forehead to the ground and cried, "Wen Duweng, a slave of the Qin State, pays homage to the Lord of Chang'an!"

Sa'ejin stepped forward and stood beside Wenduweng. He also knelt on the ground, raised a head high in both hands, and said solemnly: "Here is the head of Tungus King Dalai!"

"All the traitors who were unwilling to submit to the Qin State have been killed by us, and all the Tungus people are willing to submit to the Qin State."

"Qin's slave Sa'ejin pays homage to Lord Chang'an!"

Listening to Ajiang Dabing's last words, all the Tungus people burst into tears and bowed to Ying Chengjiao in the etiquette they had just learned: "Slaves of the Qin State, we pay our respects to Lord Chang'an!"

Ying Chengjiao took two steps forward and took the remains of Ajiang Dabing from Wen Duweng with both hands. He carefully placed them in the wooden box handed to him by the fortune teller. Then Ying Chengjiao took Dalai's head and casually threw it into the wooden box handed to him by the fortune teller.

He lifted up Sa'ejin with his left hand and Wendu Weng with his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Since the Tungus tribes are willing to submit to our Great Qin, our Great Qin will treat you well."

"Changshengtian has been destroyed. From now on, the grace of the Emperor of Heaven and Earth will shine upon the mountains, forests and lakes here!"

"I also ask you to call all the people from the tribes out of the mountains and forests. I will register all of them. After the registration, the remaining people of Tungus will become the people of our Great Qin."

"From today on, the old Tunguska area will become the land of Daqin. In the next five years, the Provisional Law of the New Area will be implemented. The Reclamation Corps will lead you to open up fields, build greenhouses, and dig silage pits to turn this bitter and cold land into fertile soil."

Ying Chengjiao raised his voice and said loudly: "I promise here."

"Those who rebel against the Great Qin will perish!"

"Those who obey our Great Qin will prosper!"

All the Tungus people breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Chang'an, for your kindness!"

Ying Chengjiao turned around and faced the Qin army standing on the outer layer. He raised his long halberd high in his hand and shouted hoarsely: "Great Qin, long victory!"

After hearing Ying Chengjiao's call, many Qin soldiers didn't even react.

ha?
Have we won yet?

This is the Donghu, the strongest force in the north that has been entrenched in the northeast since the Shang Dynasty!

We won without even fighting?

We didn’t even get the first level of military merit!

But on second thought, they could destroy a country without any casualties. Is there anything more satisfying than this? !

All the Qin troops shouted excitedly: "Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Ying Chengjiao also smiled and looked at Wang Jian: "General Wang, are you relieved?"

Wang Jian's old face was full of wrinkles as he smiled. He cupped his hands and said, "You destroyed the Donghu without bloodshed. Lord Chang'an is truly a great general!"

"I admire you! I admire you!"

If we were to ask who was the happiest person at the scene, it would undoubtedly be Wang Jian!

Wang Jian originally thought that he would not be able to get rid of the credit for this achievement no matter what, but in the end, hey, guess what?

Not a single credit!
Ying Chengjiao threw the tiger talisman to Wang Jian and said gently, "Then I will trouble General Wang to finish off this battle."

"The overall strategy is contained in the military strategy I left behind. If there is anything you do not understand, you can write to me at any time."

Wang Jian took the somewhat hot tiger talisman and said, "There is still some time before the deadline set by the king. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Ying Chengjiao looked towards the southwest with a smile on his face: "I have already missed the blooming of the Tangdi flowers, so I must not miss the fresh persimmons."

(End of this chapter)