Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 675 Hero Sacrifice

  It's really a good weather, clear, and the clouds in the sky are stretching out slowly, floating under the push of the wind.

  Of course, it would be better if the wind is less.

   Fei Qian looked up at the sky, silent.

  The terrain near Pingyang City has some characteristics. To the east is the Fenshui River, which is flat and suitable for farming; while to the west is the loess fold area, where large and small hills and ravines begin to appear, and then extend into the distance.

  The aquatic vegetation in the Han Dynasty was not as lacking as in the later generations. There were still many trees and shrubs on many hills. At a glance, there were still some green, unlike the later generations, which were all loess.

It is said that because the Guanzhong area has experienced the Qin Dynasty's major projects, the Afang Palace and the Linking Great Wall, a giant tree that originally grew here was cut down, and then experienced the continuous expansion of Chang'an City in the Han Dynasty, and the Guanzhong and Sanfu areas Nearby trees were felled again.

   But it is a pity that neither the Efang Palace nor the Chang'an Palace in the early Han Dynasty survived. The palaces in Chang'an City were gradually restored and repaired after Wang Mang.

Fei Qian wondered whether it was because the huge trees in the northern part of Guanzhong had been cut down, so the subsequent dynasty gradually expanded to the south. The Daxingan Mountains in the north are too cold after all, and it was not so good before there was no cotton. convenient…

  If you change your thinking angle, then these ethnic minorities in the north just have the blessing of not having cotton?

Well, forget it, water and soil must be maintained no matter what, just like now, Feixian has started to use coal as the main fuel near Lvliang Mountain, so the demand for trees will be reduced a lot, because if many trees are cut down It can be used as a beam or something for at least a few years or ten years, but if it is purely used as fuel, it is a meal...

  The predecessors planted trees, and later generations may plant trees, but they may be cut down.

  Fei Qian thought silently, what he did today was like downloading a tree. I don’t know how future generations will deal with these trees...

  The ancestral hall of the unknown hero in Binh Duong was built.

   It is said to be an ancestral hall, but it is actually more like an altar.

On the top of this small hill in the west city of Pingyang, a flat ground was repaired, and a square, single-layer altar was built on the flat ground, and ordinary variegated stone strips were laid. The black stone tablet is as tall as two people, but there is no word on the stone tablet.

  Du Yuan, who was originally in charge of Pingyang's logistics, planned to build a yard like a family ancestral hall, and then a big room, with some spiritual cards in it...

   Later, it was rejected by Fei Qian, so this ancestral hall, um, altar was built here.

   Today is the day of the memorial ceremony.

  Officials big and small in Pingyang, even Cai Yong, who lives above the Academy Palace, also came.

  The soldiers stood neatly on both sides of the road, extending from the altar on the hill to the foot of the mountain. At the foot of the hill, some people who came from around Pingyang gathered together and stood quietly, looking up.

  Although in Feiqian's eyes, such a monument is a bit strange and not very satisfactory, but in the eyes of the people of the Han Dynasty now, the dark black stone tablet standing on the gray altar is indeed unusually solemn...

   is equally fresh.

   Erection of monuments to soldiers?

   Not for generals?

   Fei Qian looked up at the black stone tablet.

  Fei Qian originally said to build a monument of unknown heroes, but Du Yuan actually asked the stonemason to erect a monument of unknown heroes...

  Later, Fei Qian thought about it and found that this was even more appropriate.

  In addition to not breaking some taboos in this way, it is also because these soldiers in the Han Dynasty were truly unknown. Many people don't even have a name. Maybe if you call Ergouzi in the army, a dozen people around will turn around...

  Although Fei Qian’s move was somewhat unexpected, but by replacing one person with a group, the gentry children lost the object to refute. If you erect a monument for one person, then all the shortcomings of that person will be magnified to infinity. Now if you erect a monument for a group of people, there is no gossip. Common people with names.

In a large area to the north of Xiaoshanbao, it is the place where the soldiers who died in these battles are buried. In fact, not everyone can have their own tombstone. They can only be buried together, and then a larger tombstone is erected. It is engraved with how many people died in battle in a certain year and a certain month.

   Really doesn't even have a name.

   Fei Qian stood under the black stele, looking up at how tall the two men were. How should I put it, the stone stele made in the shape of a large spiritual tablet always makes Fei Qian feel that it doesn't look like a monument, but now it is in the Han Dynasty, so let's do it, the craftsmen have no concept of a monument at all, and the shape of the spiritual tablet is more in line with the Han Dynasty People's aesthetics, well, as long as the meaning is reached, it's almost the same...

Fei Qian originally wanted Cai Yong to preside over the ceremony. After all, Cai Yong is a master and the other has a relatively high reputation, but Cai Yong said that he had submitted a letter of resignation from the imperial court, so there was still something wrong, so it could only be Fei Qian. Dive himself came.

   "The auspicious time has come..." Du Yuan reminded from the side.

   Feiqian nodded, then took two steps forward and stood under the black stone tablet.

  At first, the cold wind was howling, blowing the flags and flags above the altar, but when Fei Qian walked forward, the wind suddenly calmed down, as if the world had quieted down.

   "In the autumn of the second year of Chuping, Zhonglang Fei, the protector of Xiong, would like to pay homage to the spirit of the unknown hero with the sacrifice of Shaolao:"

"Since the beginning of summer, he fled to Mobei, chased water and grass, and harnessed oxen and horses. It was the Xiongnu who forgot their origins and attacked the northern land. There were many turmoil. Later, they won Hanwu, expelled the barbarians and expanded the land, and the country's prestige spread far and wide. Swallow Baiyue in the south, conquer Dawan in the west, and defeat the Xiongnu in the north, so it was initially decided."

"The Xiongnu was flattened, and the Xianbei rose again. They destroyed their homes, plundered the population, and lost their lives. The accumulation of resentment and anger was irresistible. The green blood flew across, the majestic spirit was everywhere, the grass and trees were saddened by it, and the wind and cloud changed color!"

"It's time for the catastrophe to happen, and the horse leather shrouds, together with the banner of the Han Dynasty, went to the vastness of Jiuyou! But the loyalty of the Han family built a hero's shrine. The old streets of Pingyang still have arches and trees; the three Jins and the new fields, the green pines have been planted. Flying yellow, cloudy mountains and dark moons, loyal souls lay down together, and the history is immortal!"

"Heaven and earth, the soul is back! Drink all the fun, the soul is back! The car hangs in the air, the soul is back! Fight the same enemy again, the soul is back! The hero of the Han family, the soul is back! The unsung hero, the soul is back! Alas! Fu Wei Shang Xiang!"

  Fei Qian’s voice echoed between the heaven and the earth, accompanied by the cold wind that whimpered and swirled again, passing far and far away...

   Pay tribute to the heroes of all ages!

  (end of this chapter)