Chapter 192 After Triumph
Chen Si and Qi Jiguang rode together on the battlefield, with soldiers of all races embracing each other and celebrating each other, and generals of all levels of high spirits. Chen Si discovered for the first time that the bloody battlefield would be so pleasant to the body and mind. He couldn't help laughing and said, "It's so satisfying, I've followed the battlefield so many times, which is the most enjoyable I have seen this time."
Qi Jiguang also smiled, but there was a little loss in his smile: "Yes, after this battle, the situation of anti-Japanese war in the southeast will achieve a major turning point. The two armies will change positions on the offensive and defensive positions, and victory can finally be expected."
Silence could understand the young general's mood, patted his horse's head, and whispered: "Wang Zhi and Xu Hai's old nests are all in the sea. If you want to destroy them, there is still a long road." He said with a smile: "Let's celebrate today and let your colleagues see your Qi Yuanjing's demeanor."
Qi Jiguang smiled and said, "You are obviously ten years younger than me, but you always act like a big brother."
Chen Shu shook his head and smiled, not saying anything because he saw Zhang Butang's handsome flag.
The two of them hurried over, turned over and took off their horses and saluted, and said in unison: "Mr. Congratulations to the Lord of Ximen, this is not a great achievement!" Zhang Jing smiled faintly and said: "Thank you." Hearing the sound was not very pleasant.
Chen Si looked up and saw that if Qi Jiguang's smile was just mixed with a little loss, the Governor's smile seemed to be pretending.
"My words, accompany me to walk around." Zhang Jing also got off his horse and walked up to the grass slut in the distance.
Silently patted Qi Jiguang's arm and followed quickly. He walked to the riverside. Zhang Jing stopped with his hands behind his back, looking at the rolling river surface, and said no longer.
Waiting silently, he thought to himself: 'At the same time, we have to speak sooner or later.' Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing stood by the river for two quarters of a year before turning back, looked at him deeply, and thousands of words were summed up in one sentence: "I believe in you." Then he strode back.
Silent eyes were sharp, and when he saw Zhang Butang's eyes were red, as if he had just cried, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
The news of the Wangjiangjing victory was as if it had wings, spreading rapidly to the north and south of the Yangtze River. The military and civilians in the southeast were all happy to hear and cried with joy. No matter the officials and gentry, rich and poor, they would all be decorated with lights and celebrate all night, and even the incense, candles, lanterns and fireworks in the southern goods store were all gone overnight.
The people in the southeast, who were in dire straits, were looking forward to it too hard for the day, so their excitement was no different from those of the soldiers who returned in triumphantly. Wherever the royal army went, the people would eat pots of food and drink, and welcome them together. There were also gentry and wealthy people who offered countless wine, meat, gold and silver to reward the army... and it was completely spontaneous.
This kind of treatment has never been enjoyed by everyone. Not to mention the new and tenderness of Chen Mo and Qi Jiguang, even Zhang Jing, who had been leading the army for half his life, was no exception. Looking at the welcome team that was endless again and again, his eyes were wet again and again. After the war, his hunched back gradually straightened up, and he led his troops back to Hangzhou City with his head held high.
The celebration reached its climax in Hangzhou. The people went out forty miles to welcome Zhang Dashuai and his victorious army over the moon. The ground was paved with loess and scattered with water. Firecrackers, gongs and drums were sounded along the way. Even the New Year was not so lively.
Who doesn’t want to see the grand scene of Zhang Dashuai in and outside Hangzhou? He shouted at the top of his voice: “Good!”
At noon on the sun, three cannons suddenly rang out from the city gate tower. Bells and drums were ringing immediately on the bells and drums, and the temples and temples in the city responded together, singing together. Almost at the same time, the two sides of the road were drawn and the military music played the military music of the victorious team.
Then there were five hundred cavalrymen wearing eaves, armor, and cloaks on their backs, holding waist knives, and steering horses, and walking from a distance with their chests and belly-sagging. Five hundred horses and two thousand horse hooves were densely placed on the ground, shaking and trembling on the road made of new loess.
The common people raised their heads and stared at them intently. When the cavalry passed by, the army of ceremonies appeared. Eighty burly men, holding military flag-clips and golden locks, waiting for various ceremonies to come over, dazzled by the sight... The common people only knew to applaud, but they didn't know what they were doing.
After the ceremony, sixteen Thousand General Officers wearing mountain armor came over, guarding a heavy chariot. The flag in the chariot was more than two meters high, with a blue background and a crimson tassels flying under the scorching sun, and nine big yellow words were written: "I ordered the Southeast Military Governor Zhang!"
Then he read it out loudly with a literacy. Now everyone understood that no one was instructed and worshipped the banner spontaneously.
Surrounded by a group of civil and military officials, Governor Zhang, wearing a second-rank red official uniform, had an abnormal rosy expression. He looked in front of him, and the battle flag covered the sun; looking around, the golden swords were brilliant. At this moment, thousands of cavalry followed him, surrounding him and guarding him. The crowds of people around him were looming towards him like wheat fields, protruding themselves to the ground, and dared not look up.
Fragrant flowers, sweet wine, worship and dance, this scenery, this pomp, this extraordinary glory, who has ever had a civil servant since ancient times?
Although the surroundings are extremely noisy, he could still clearly hear his violent heartbeat. The haze that had been entrenched in his heart was finally dispelled. He whistled in his heart: "You must be happy in life, don't let the good times be in vain!" What's the regret of a real man who can die in this life?
Thinking of this, he smiled and felt a lot at the crowd. He laughed and said, "Everyone is in love, please get up quickly!" He led the team to the city.
The triumphant team was still entering the city in a mighty manner, and the crowd was cheering and celebrating. No one noticed that a few men, who were dressed in plain clothes, emitting a cold air all over their bodies, quietly left the watching team. Walking until the voices became smaller, one of them was in a dark voice, saying, "Governor Zhang is so beautiful."
"I'm afraid I'm sitting on the stove and the scenery." A young man said in a serious Beijing dialect and asked the Jinyi man in the middle of the leader, "Jiu Ye, what should we do now? Should we arrest people?"
The Jiuye was an ordinary man. Seeing that he was away from the crowd, he took off his hat and showed a fair and clean face. If it weren't for the terrifying scar on the corner of his eyes to his mouth, it would be no different from the teacher in the private school. His eyes were drooping and he whispered: "Wait a little longer. Governor Zhang won a great victory that he had not seen in several years. Who knows if it was a life-saving straw and a sweet rain to quench his thirst?"
Everyone nodded and said, "Yes, if we just shackled the people here and the imperial edicts come back, we will be a young widow remarried, and we will be no one inside and outside." Although they are rampant and fearful, as long as Zhang Jing does not fall, dealing with them will be as simple as killing an ant.
Master Jiu slowly brought his hat and said in a deep voice: "I believe the governor will give instructions soon." He then took a few subordinates into the city from the other side.
There is a saying that some families are happy and some are sad, and some are happy will definitely be disappointed. For example, Zhao Wenhua and Minister Zhao should have led left-behind officials to welcome the army to reunite outside the city gate, but now they are lying on the bed with a wet towel on their foreheads.
The pretty Luo Longwen sat aside, reached out and touched the towel, and found that it had been hot on Zhang Wenhua's forehead, so he took out another one from the basin and replaced it with him.
The cold feeling stimulated Zhao Wenhua's head. He opened his eyes slowly, his eyes covered with blood and eye boredom, and his voice was hoarse: "At this time, should they hold a celebration banquet?"
Luo Longwen's heart sank and said with a forced smile: "Maybe."
"They didn't ask me, the military supervisor, why didn't they go?" Zhao Wenhua asked quietly.
In fact, people didn't ask. No one wanted to make a fucked disturb on this happy day. Luo Longwen had to lie and said, "I asked, I said, sir, you are bedridden and can't participate."
"Haha..." Zhao Wenhua smiled weakly: "They must think... I'm lying, and my surname is Zhao is shameless..." Because he was a little excited, he actually started coughing violently.
Luo Longwen quickly gave Zhao Shilang a sigh and comforted him: "Victory and defeat are common in military affairs, and there will be opportunities in the future."
Zhao Wenhua lay on his back on the pillow and gasped, "If Zhang Jing sits firm this time, he will free up his hands to clean up the first one!" As he said that, his eyes widened, he actually supported himself to get up, pointed at the outsider and said, "Go, call Hu Ruzhen back, no matter what he is doing, he will come back!"
Luo Longwen said sourly: "Mr. Hu is a great hero this time. Now he may be surrounded by Piao Piao Ran. Please wait until the banquet ends before going."
Zhao Wenhua was angry. He threw all the pillows, quilts and towels on the ground and screamed: "Go and tell him that if you don't come now, you will never come back!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard the report from the butler outside the door: "Master, Lord Hu is here."
Zhao Wenhua felt as if he had recovered from the silence. He didn't wear shoes, but ran out barefoot, hugged Hu Zongxian who had been rushing back with his dust and laughed: "Ruzhen, Ruzhen, I, Zhao Wenhua, will never let you down in my life."
Hu Zongxian pushed him away without any trace and said softly: "I heard that my brother is sick, so come back and take a look."
Zhao Wenhua nodded and smiled, "I was about to die of illness, but as soon as you come back, I will be all cured."
Hu Zongxian squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother, don't worry about Zhang Butang. I have made some minor achievements this time, and I must try to be thorough with you."
Chapter completed!