Author: Uncle Long Legs

On October 15th, the first year of Maode, at the end of the afternoon, that is, around 3:30 pm.

Du Baojun, who was wearing the iconic green official robe of the Song Dynasty, was sitting on the second floor of a wine shop, at a table facing the window.

The square tabletop was now filled with good wine and food, exuding an alluring aroma.

With the current prices in Kaifeng City, it would cost more than ten dollars to get just this good table.

Just facing this table of delicious food, Du Baojun, who was about to vomit after eating pancakes and horse meat every day recently, couldn't even take a second look at it.

The reason is very simple, because today is the day when the new army of the Song Dynasty returned from Zhuxian Town in victory.

It is an important day to take prisoners and present victory to Her Majesty the Queen.

Based on the distance between the two places and the distance of the New Army soldiers escorting a large number of prisoners, after some calculations, they should arrive at Kaifeng City at this time.

After learning the news yesterday, the people in the city went out early in the morning with their young and old in tow, trying to occupy the best position on both sides of the street.

At this time of day, the streets are so crowded with people on both sides.

In order to maintain order, the Kaifeng Mansion's government servants are now shouting almost hoarsely.

As for Du Baojun, since the head of the family decided a few months ago that the Huzhou Du family completely surrendered to Her Majesty the Queen and Minister Hu.

Whether it is passively being used as a hostage, or actively trying to get ahead.

Under the command of the concubine of the Department of Commerce, he became a high-ranking imperial official.

Although in the huge city of Kaifeng, there are quite a large number of sixth-grade petty officials like him; but Du Baojun, who is more or less self-reliant, cannot squeeze into a group with the people in a scene like today.

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So, I ordered a table of dishes at this restaurant, which was considered a good location.

Even this morning, Du Baojun was not hungry at all because he ate three sets of deluxe pancakes and fruits.

But there is nothing I can do. If there are too few dishes, the store owner will not be willing to let him occupy this good seat.

In this way, Du Baojun, who had no intention of eating or drinking, kept sticking out his head and looked towards the city gate, hoping to see the victorious army appear in front of him.

In fact, Privy Envoy Hu and others were originally able to lead only 60,000 regular soldiers of the Song Dynasty's New Army. Together with some civilians, they defeated the Jin army several times with astonishing feats.

It is said that Her Majesty Queen Maode plans to personally lead all the civil and military officials who should stay in the city ten miles out of the city to greet him.

And during this process, a group of civil and military officials also used ancient rituals and personally danced for the army as a welcome.

However, when Privy Council Hu heard about Her Majesty Queen Maode's poor health in recent days, she sent a messenger overnight to deliver a memorial.

In the memorial, it is said that His Majesty's body is the most important thing in everything.

The Kingdom of Jin is still in a state of insecurity. So many members of the royal family and important officials of the court are still in the hands of the Jin people, and they have endured countless sufferings and tortures.

Therefore, although the army returned with a great victory this time, it would be better to keep everything simple in order to celebrate.

When the army succeeds in the Northern Expedition one day, marches straight into Huanglong, and welcomes back the royal family members and important officials of the court, and then it can be regarded as a true victory, then it might as well be celebrated grandly.

In the face of such a sincere and sincere memorial from the Privy Councilor Hu, Queen Maode had no choice but to agree to it.

It can be regarded as an agreement between the monarch and his ministers to wait until the Northern Expedition was successful in the past before celebrating grandly. Such a beautiful story about the relationship between the monarch and his ministers...

While waiting very anxiously, the various sounds coming from the mouths of a large number of people gathered downstairs kept falling on Du Baojun's ears.

There were complaints like "You stepped on my toes" and curses like "You are a bastard, stay away from me."

There were also children's cries, laughter, and their parents' scoldings, etc. After falling in Du Baojun's ears for a while, he didn't feel impatient.

On the contrary, there is a kind of sigh that such a life full of fireworks is really too good.

The main reason is that he has not forgotten that in the past half month, because of the worries and concerns in his heart, people living in such a city seemed to be full of restraint and caution even in their breathing.

During this period of time, Du Baojun's heart was filled with an unspeakable sense of depression.

What's more important is that I can't even buy pancakes, which makes me really hungry.

Fortunately, all of the above, as the news of the New Army's victory was conveyed back, the entire Kaifeng City immediately came to life.

After losing it for a while, he once again felt the lively atmosphere of the market. Du Baojun now only felt joy in his heart, and he felt no noisy at all.

Therefore, under the current circumstances, what Du Baojun is most interested in is the way Privy Envoy Hu and others entered the city.

Will it be like the last time when I entered the city from Chubing Mountain, carrying the memorial tablets of many soldiers and civilians who died in the battle at the front, taking the lead in entering the city and enjoying the worship of all the people?

If this is the case, Du Baojun has already decided to offer these heroic spirits three glasses of wine to express some respect in his heart.

However, soon after, Du Baojun knew that the situation was different from what he thought.

Not long after, the cheers of "Mr. Hu has entered the city" started, then died down, and soon turned into a chorus of gasps.

It was as if everyone had a collective toothache in an instant.

When Du Baojun saw the true appearance of the army, his reaction was the same.

Because the first thing that caught his eye was not the huge memorial tablets, but several large cars passing in front of them one by one.

In the empty compartment of the first large car, there was only a fixed and erected firecracker with a sharp bayonet, and a head on the sharp bayonet.

Although the man's head had been soaked in lime, the expressions of fear, grief, anger, and even grievance on his face before death were so clear.

As a scholar, Du Baojun did not feel the slightest fear after seeing such a scene.

If the emotions in my heart must be expressed in some way, it would only be indescribable.

That's because beside the fire gun, there is a sign with a line of large characters written in calligraphy: "Wanyan Zongwang, the second prince of the pseudo-Jin Kingdom and the commander-in-chief of the army that conquered the Song Dynasty, was killed by Li Sanxiang with an explosive array.

In the town, only the first level is intact~"

By the way, there were some tattered flags, thrown and rolled up on the cart like garbage.

You don't need to look at it to know that this is Wanyan Zongwang's handsome flag.

Once upon a time, Wanyan Zongwang, the enemy chieftain, had a reputation for being fierce. To the soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty, he was a fierce man who could make young children stop crying.

Now that he has ended up like this, it can be said that Du Baojun was so excited that he couldn't help shouting loudly.

But soon after, he knew where he was.

On the second cart that followed, a wooden frame was fixed, and a one-armed Jurchen in golden armor was tied to the frame. She had been dead for a long time.

There is a sign next to the same as above, which reads: Marshal of the Puppet Jin Kingdom and Song Dynasty Army, Wanyan Xiyin, Right Supervisor of the Army.

Since Du Baojun had heard the rumors in the court, he naturally knew that Wanyan Xiyin was in Dajin, and he was an important figure who founded the "Jurchen Dazi", that is, Jurchen literature, and was capable of both literary and martial arts.

Seeing the current scene, the joy in my heart became even stronger.

In the following time, one big car after another drove past, and without exception, there was a corpse on it.

They were either tied to a wooden frame, or had many bayonets stabbed directly into their bodies, and were supported on it by enough bayonets.

According to the wooden signs beside them, these people are all important figures in the Jin Kingdom, or they are directly some of the famous battlefield warriors among the Jurchens.

In addition, although there are as many as 150,000 prisoners this time, it is naturally impossible to take all of them with them when the army enters the city to show victory.

But after a lot of work, Hu Biao and others selected five thousand Jurchen prisoners and escorted them to follow the carts.

After seeing these living Jurchens, the people in the city, although their lives were not rich, had no spare rotten eggs or rotten vegetable leaves to throw around.

The streets are so clean that even bricks and stones are hard to find.

However, based on his hatred for these Jurchens, he greeted these golden men like raindrops with crazy curses, saliva, and even shoes.

If I hadn't been blocked by the waiter, there would be no way I could do it.

Du Baojun even thought about picking up the stool under his buttocks and throwing it from the window to hit these Jurchens.

But these Jurchens, who used to be awesome and coaxing in the past, now only lowered their heads and endured silently, did not even have the courage to raise their heads to take a look.

Like a wild dog whose spine has been broken, he no longer even dares to bark loudly at people.

Even behind them, there was a water dragon team organized by Kaifeng Prefecture, constantly spraying clean water to wash the streets that these Jurchens had just walked.

This is a way to show that the Jurchens even have dirty steps.

Even though they were insulted to the extreme, these Jurchens still didn't react at all; they just walked around silently with their heads lowered like zombies.

Sure enough, after this battle, the Jin Kingdom had its bones broken, and it should no longer pose a threat to the Song Dynasty.

The above joyful emotions finally became heavy after the new army of the Song Dynasty finally appeared in front of everyone.

This time, Hu Biao and others were in a hurry and did not carry the memorial tablets of all those who died in the battle into Kaifeng City in public to celebrate their victory.

But the people in the city were in the ranks of the troops where their brothers, sons, and husbands were.

After failing to see those familiar figures, when they gradually understood what was going on, a huge wail suddenly began to sound.

In contrast, the assassin was wearing a brand-new military uniform, but Hou San, whose left arm sleeve was already empty, was still lucky.

Originally, he had made enough preparations. After returning from this trip, he would make peace with his wife no matter what.

After all, the other party is a nobleman of the Tian family, so he cannot suffer like a useless person and delay his life.

But when he and the familiar figure in the crowd looked at each other, he saw nothing but pity in the other person's eyes.

There are also some huge blessings: as long as he, Hou San, is alive, it is better than anything else.
To be continued...