Fusul lived in the horse, went to the side of the road, the horse bowed and grew excellent grass, "who's subordinates?"

This time, without waiting for Zheng He to speak, a general came out: "Your Majesty, the last general's subordinates, the three brothers are in the army, and the situation is still rare in an army, so the end will pay great attention to the beginning."

“What’s your name?”

"The end will be Jiang Wei."Fusu nodded, “How many people are in this old woman’s family?”

"She is alone, and more than a dozen wuffs with few arms and legs, can't go to the battlefield anymore, and now they're in her house, and they call her mother."

Fusu felt uneasy for a while, many old soldiers went down to the battlefield, not even a place to live, and finally died even more shameful.

This is the current situation of this society, there is no so-called subsidy.

“None of them.”Jiang Wei said, “The old pupoli villages outside Xianyang City are all homeless old pupists living there.”

“What do you live by?”

Jiang Wei did not dare to speak, and bowed his head.

"I've never said these things before."Fu Su glanced at Zheng He, Zheng and the whole person fell into the ice cellar: "To Chengdu, you receive the 50 army sticks!

“Thank you Lord Long!” said Zheng He, stepping down from the horse and bowing down.

Jiang Wei swallowed the mouth and said, “It is all based on the former Lord who will send food, and if the Lord dies, the new Lord will have no one to pay attention to, and he can only go to the city to beg.”

Fusu suddenly thought of the rainstorm that day, and he and rouge were riding in the carriage and saw a beggar under the eaves.

"I know, quickly give the horse to the Ministry, and give some supplies to the past."Fu Su pulled a rein, and couldn't help but sing it loudly: "Fifteen from the army, 80 years from the beginning."“Who are you in the house?”

This is the history of the Han Dynasty music poetry, this era of people naturally heard for the first time, and it is still the emperor personally singing.

The martial arts in pieces are looking at this side, sadness and anger is a kind of strength, the old woman's words, like a hammer hit in Fusu's heart, poetry is a feeling.

Fusu now feels that only this poem can express his sadness and anger in his heart at this moment.

"Looking at the family, Song Baizhu is tired.The rabbit enters from the dog sinus, and the geese fly from the beam.Atrium student valley, Inoue travel anemone.The valley holds for food, and the shoals are cooked.”

The hard-hearted man, who heard it, could not help red eyes.

The emperor had not yet stopped, and the song echoed in the army: "The rice is ripe for a while, I don't know who is the man!Go out and look east, and tears are touching my clothes."

In the heart of sorrow, only completely out of breath, will really transform into strength.

“I used to go, Yang Liuyi...”

I don't know who touched the scene, and started singing on horseback, the emperor's new words they don't understand, but the emotions in it are not false, and naturally, people think of well-known songs.

“Now I’m thinking, rain and snow—”

Li Yuanba burst into tears, thinking of his brother who died in Thousand Mountain City, died in Chen Jinshan's brother, died in Jiangyang City's third brother, died in Dianchi's nephew and father.

“Son, and Veco, too.Return to the age, and the age of return.The house, the ungrateful.It is not a place to live, to be ungodly.”

Singing can't completely take away the sadness, but it can boost the morale of the military.

“...”

“What, Pervi? – The usual.What is the gentleman's car?The car is both driving and four industries.Do you want to settle down? 3 January.

...

I used to go, Yang Liuyi.Now I think, rain and snow.The road is delayed, and the thirst is hungry.I am sad, I know I am sad.”

At the time of everyone's heartache, the singing of the forbidden army around the emperor suddenly changed:

“There is no clothing!”

All the human bodies were suddenly shocked, and all the previous sorrows disappeared in an instant, and hundreds of thousands of fierce troops suddenly emitted the momentum of the weather.

The warriors raised their spears in their hands and shouted:

“With the son!”

Some people are still with tears in their eyes, the same spirit, these are undead veterans, half-baked years are on the battlefield, life and death, for the friendship of life, they are more important than anyone.

“Wang Yu Xingshi, cultivate my spear.”Enemiment with son!”

This is the most powerful battle song, and I do not know how many people who dare to die shouting and bravely come forward, and die without turning.

The emperor is also singing loudly, the military song only the sonorous and majestic, only the spirit of killing, further can be exciting, to encourage morale.

“No clothes? with the son.”King Yuxing Master, cultivate my spear.With the son!”

“No clothes? with my son.”The king, the master, cultivate my armored soldier.Go with your son!”

All the people felt the blood rushing up, straight to the lid, Fusu stood on a high place, and all saw His Majesty the Emperor in a golden armor.

"My sons and sons!" Fu Su took off his helmet, "I swear by heaven, to rule the world, to build a world that belongs to our Ding Qin himself, I do not want to see the world is frozen, I do not want to see the death of the robes no one can remember their names."

"I need you to remember that no matter when I am with you, my warriors of Qin have no fear, and my great Qin's world is at your feet!"

“Wonderful!”

Hundreds of thousands of people roared in unison, shouting and shouting.

“Wonderful!”

“Wonderful!”

“Wonderful!”

Fusu stood proudly in his chest, under the gaze of countless eyes, his excited tears, in front of him is not history, not epic, not the novel biographies passed down to future generations, but the real people.

Everyone has flesh and blood, and everyone is running blood and consuming life for this great empire.

These are the most honorable people.

“My people, my people.”

When the world turns the yellow book and remembers this history, few people remember the number of hundreds of thousands of people, but the world will remember that this army is called Qin.

Just as the same person saw the sea, there was no drop in his eyes that made up the sea droplets, but there was the outline of the whole sea, and he could feel the vastness of the whole sea and the heavens and the earth.

Fu Su sincerely hoped that these people could remember behind their backs and also hate the officials who recorded the history books in the spring and autumn.

Fortunately, Sima Qian is not such a person, there is a side in the distance with tears, while licking, brush nose tip, and then in a small book quickly recorded something too historical, this person is the future of the very famous Sima Qian, behind him, there are dozens of people, this time, this time, in order to record this ancient battle.

Fusu wiped the tears from his face and looked at Zheng He: "The hot climate in Shu, the group of historians took care of it, and it must be recorded in real terms, and evil is rape, and great good is good."