Chapter 803: Treat Soldiers Like Mud and Love Them Like Sons! I Have No Regrets in My Life if You Can Die for Me!

"Run! The fool just passed on the news that the king is not going to attend the palace banquet but will go back to the palace directly. Don't wait until the king enters the palace before we are ready!"

"Make three more pots of meat soup! The night is cold, don't let the people who welcome the king starve and freeze, and don't let the people's hearts be cold!"

"Put away the torches. I said it when the king returned triumphantly last time that my Chang'an Jun Mansion doesn't need to rely on extravagance to fill the facade!"

The sky was dim, but the Chang'an Jun Mansion was full of celebration.

Torches were lined up all the way from the gate of Chang'an Jun Mansion, illuminating the way back from Chang'an Jun Mansion to the outside of Chang'an Township.

In the north of Chang'an Township, a large number of Qin people who came from all directions were waiting at the entrance of Chang'an Township, making the north of Chang'an Township so crowded that there was no end in sight!

It even attracted the villagers of Chang'an Township to spontaneously protect them along the road, using their flesh and blood to block all outsiders on the side of the road.

Suddenly, a loud shout attracted everyone's attention.

"Chang'an Jun! Chang'an Jun has returned in triumph!"

Tens of thousands of eyes looked towards the north, and saw more than 200 fire lights arranged in a neat queue, slowly moving towards the direction of Chang'an Township.

An old man could no longer control his emotions. He ran a few steps and knelt down on the roadside, crying out in grief: "Thirty-seven years ago, my grandfather died at the hands of the Zhao army. Twenty-seven years ago, my father died at the hands of the Zhao army. Fifteen years ago, my uncle's son and second son died at the hands of the Zhao army. Three years ago, my eldest grandson, second grandson, and youngest son died at the hands of the Zhao army."

"If I am left alive in this world, I will not be able to go to the battlefield again even if I want to avenge my life!"

"Today, Chang'an Jun will destroy Zhao in one battle and avenge my blood feud!"

"I will never repay this kindness even if I die!"

Led by this old man, more and more people knelt down on the ground. The voices at the scene became more and more noisy, and it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

Only the joy and relief of revenge soared to the sky!

Finally, the noise of thousands of words condensed into a deafening cry:

"Thank you, Lord Chang'an, for your kindness! We will never repay you even if we die!"

Such a large and sincere thank you is enough to make anyone excited, and then stand up and give a positive response.

However, they only waited for Ying Chengjiao's sad voice: "Get off the horse!"

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Ying Chengjiao turned over and got off the horse at the starting point of the road with torches, and then pulled the reins of the spare horse beside him.

Many spectators then realized that Ying Chengjiao's spare horse was pulling a flat cart, and on that flat cart were four coffins neatly stacked!

Behind Ying Chengjiao, Ba Fu, Gua Fu and other family soldiers got off the horse together, and pulled their spare horses like Ying Chengjiao, and their spare horses also carried coffins like Ying Chengjiao!

The shouts from the north of Chang'an Township gradually faded away, replaced by a solemn and sad color.

Under the gaze of a pair of eyes, Ying Chengjiao walked silently to the entrance of Chang'an Township, and spoke with a slightly trembling voice: "In this battle, my Chang'an Township boys repeatedly defeated powerful enemies, rushed to support their comrades, blocked pursuit, broke into the battle and killed generals, making the Zhao people tremble and the Yan people tremble!"

"In this battle, my Chang'an Township boys cut off 3,793 enemy heads, including 39 500 masters, 11 2,500 masters, two captains, eight doctors, and one prime minister!"

Unless necessary, Ying Chengjiao would not lead his family soldiers to charge.

Once Ying Chengjiao led his family soldiers to charge, it meant that the situation had reached a critical moment where everything had to be staked, and the family soldiers under Ying Chengjiao must have undertaken the most difficult combat mission.

Beheading 3,793 enemy heads with the strength of a thousand people was enough to make outsiders dumbfounded.

The value and power of these heads can make people all over the world look at them sideways!

But, what is the price?

The sadness in Ying Chengjiao's voice could no longer be concealed, and his eyes were sparkling: "In this battle, a thousand men from Chang'an Township will follow me!"

"Today, I will bring 215 men to escort 785 comrades."

"Go home!"

On the battlefield, Ying Chengjiao watched his family soldiers die in front of him without changing his face, and even asked other family soldiers to continue to follow him to charge, to fill the most tragic front, to fight with the most elite enemy troops.

But how could Ying Chengjiao not be sad!

They are the men who grew up under Ying Chengjiao's watch, the disciples who were trained by Ying Chengjiao himself, and the arms that Ying Chengjiao dared to entrust his life to!

However, a tragic battle to destroy Zhao killed 785 family soldiers on the battlefield!

Ying Chengjiao remembered the name, hobbies, ambitions and family members of each family soldier, but at this moment he didn't know how to face the hopeful, anxious or desperate eyes of their families.

Ying Chengjiao could only lower his head like an ostrich to avoid those eyes, and personally dragged the bodies of the four family soldiers who died to help him block the knife to the land belonging to Chang'an Township.

Ba Fu, Gua Fu and other family soldiers were already in tears, shouting hoarsely:

"Brothers!"

"Go home!!!"

Tens of thousands of foreigners who went to Chang'an Township to express their gratitude watched this scene, tears streaming down their faces.

In a trance, they remembered their families who also died on the battlefield and died at the hands of the Zhao people!

The atmosphere of sadness became more intense, and tens of thousands of foreigners and Chang'an villagers shouted in unison:

"Soul return!"

A four-year-old child broke free from his mother's arms, ran to Ying Chengjiao, looked up at Ying Chengjiao, and asked anxiously: "Your Majesty! What's up, old man?"

Ying Chengjiao's nose felt sore, and he whispered, "Ao'er, I'm sorry."

"Duanfu..."

Ao'er's father was lying on the carriage behind Ying Chengjiao, but Ying Chengjiao didn't know how to tell Ao'er this fact.

Ao'er looked around among the soldiers for a long time, and said with some disappointment, "Isn't my father back?"

Ying Chengjiao's lips moved several times, but he could only whisper again, "Ao'er, I'm sorry."

Ying Chengjiao claimed to be good at lobbying, but he really didn't know what he could say!

Ao'er looked up, looked at Ying Chengjiao seriously and said, "My father often told me that if the king returned to his hometown and I didn't go with him, I would let me study literature and martial arts well, and I must protect the king on my behalf!"

"Your Majesty, where did my father go!"

"Why didn't my father continue to protect you!"

Holding Ao'er in his arms, Ying Chengjiao choked with sobs!

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty! Your Majesty, are you crying?!"

A woman who looked over thirty but was actually less than twenty years old ran over and half-knelt down, saying sadly but firmly: "Your Majesty, Ao'er is still young and bumped into you."

"Please don't take it to heart."

Ao'er broke free from Ying Chengjiao's arms, huddled in the woman's arms and laughed: "Mother, your Majesty is crying!"

The woman held Ao'er in her arms, looked at the coffins, and her voice was more gentle: "My dear, it is often said that being able to follow Chang'an Jun is a blessing for three lifetimes."

"Even if I risk my life, I can't let the thieves hurt Chang'an Jun."

"If my dear can see your majesty return home safely, I will laugh and drink three cups even if I am in the underworld!"

Ying Chengjiao's return to his hometown was not long, but it was enough for the villagers of Chang'an Township to confirm whether their family members had returned triumphantly.

After all, there were really not many people who followed Ying Chengjiao to return triumphantly.

Looking at Ying Chengjiao in tears, listening to the words of Ao'er and his mother, all the Chang'an villagers who lost their relatives in the war bowed their hands and shouted sincerely: "It is a great honor to die for Chang'an Jun!"

They may not have much culture, but they are not stupid or blind.

They can see the changes that Ying Chengjiao brought to Chang'an Township after he was granted the title of Chang'an Township, and they can also see Ying Chengjiao's kindness and even... respect for them!

Respect for them as people, not as cattle and horses!

Except for Ying Chengjiao, which nobleman would care about their sacrifice?

Although they are stingy with themselves and love their families.

But if one of their fathers, sons, husbands, or themselves and Ying Chengjiao must die.

More than 99% of the villagers in Chang'an Township will choose to sacrifice themselves to save Ying Chengjiao without hesitation.

The remaining villagers will also choose to sacrifice themselves to save Ying Chengjiao after weighing the pros and cons!

They were willing to repay Ying Chengjiao's kindness with their lives. They also believed that Ying Chengjiao would treat their families who stayed in the world well, and would ask the earth to treat them well in the underworld!

Facing the pairs of passionate and sincere eyes, Ying Chengjiao had thousands of words in his heart, but in the end he could only bow and clasp his hands: "I have no regrets in my life if you can die for me!"

Not daring to stay any longer, Ying Chengjiao led his family soldiers and his comrades, and set off on the way home in the admiring and grateful eyes of the villagers on both sides.

Until Ying Chengjiao saw the figure standing in the gate of the mansion, Ying Chengjiao could no longer control his emotions, rushed into the gate of the mansion like a gust of wind, and hugged the figure in his arms.

"Mother!"

Feeling the wetness on her shoulders, Mrs. Han's eyes were slightly red.

Including the gains and deaths, more than two million souls from the seven enemy countries were weighed on Ying Chengjiao's shoulders!

More than 70% of the family soldiers died in this battle, which shows that the battle on the front line is extremely dangerous!

How could Mrs. Han not feel distressed?

Holding back tears, Mrs. Han gently patted Ying Chengjiao's back and comforted him in a warm voice: "Okay, okay!"

"The beef and radish are almost stewed!"

Ying Chengjiao raised his head a little: "Beef?"

Mrs. Han smiled and said: "Today is a sacrifice, so I sent the palace maid to get some beef."

"The three little stars volunteered to cook this dish for my son. I don't know if it will suit my son's appetite."

As she spoke, Mrs. Han withdrew from Ying Chengjiao's arms and smiled at the back.

Ji Wei, who had been waiting for a long time, ran to Ying Chengqiu's side with her long legs, wrapped her arms around Ying Chengqiu's waist and abdomen, and cried out in a sad voice: "Master, I am worried about you!"

Gui Ling's legs were shorter, so she simply rushed with the ball and crashed into Ying Chengqiu's arms. She took out a piece of honey Changchu cake from somewhere with her right hand and stuffed it into Ying Chengqiu's hand, saying in a soft voice: "Master, you have been rushing back to the mansion without stopping. Eat some cakes first."

Mi Tian started the earliest, but deliberately gave up the best position. She went around behind Ying Chengqiu, hugged Ying Chengqiu from behind, and whispered softly: "Master, welcome back to the mansion."

In an instant, all the depression in Ying Chengqiu's heart disappeared.

Looking at the three women around him, Ying Chengjiao was silent for a few breaths and finally squeezed out a voice from his teeth:

"My lord, the old injury has not healed yet!"

Looking at the three women who were in a panic and Ying Chengjiao who was grimacing in pain from afar, Mrs. Han smiled faintly:

"Look, he's alive."