In Jingyang City of the Tang Empire, the river was surging and the water was gushing.
Although it had been several days since the last battle, the blood on the ground had soaked into the Great Tang, and the air still reeked of blood.
On this day, 5,000 soldiers of the Tang Emperor Li Er's Black Armor Army left Chang 'an City and solemnly lined up on the bank of the Wei River.
The leader was the Tang Emperor, Li Shi Min, who was wearing a dragon robe.
The Great Tang Left and Right Military Guards General Qin Shubao and Yuchi Jingde, who were in charge of the security of this place, stood respectfully behind Li Shimin in their Radiant Armors. They were like two gatekeepers, dignified and solemn, not saying a word.
Further away, the other civil and military officials of the Great Tang wore their court robes and lowered their heads, their faces expressionless.
At the outermost perimeter, Cheng Yaojin, the Great General of the Golden Guards, had his saber strapped to his waist. He stared around with a cold smile.
Because today was the day the Great Tang Heroic War Spirit Stele was completed, and the day the Tang Emperor Li Er would personally pay his respects, he could not allow anyone to cause trouble or make any mistakes.
In the distance, there were the citizens of Chang 'an City. The citizens of Jingyang City gathered from all directions, all of them looking sad.
Many of them were the wives and children of the Tang soldiers who had died in battle. They did not shout loudly at this moment, but stared intently at the huge Heroic War Spirit Stele by the bank of the Wei River. Tears flowed out of their eyes as they wept silently.
As the Emperor of the Great Tang, Li Shi Min saw all of this. He looked at his heartbroken wives and children and sighed.
Along the way, he became the Emperor of the Great Tang. Countless of his comrades had died in battle.
Not to mention the people close to him, the Prince of Zhao of the West Prefecture, Li Yuanba, and Princess Pingyang, Li Xiuning, both of whom had died in battle for the Great Tang. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad.
He turned his head and looked at the tall Heroic War Spirit Stele again. He could not help but lower his head and bow.
"Those who die in the war for the Great Tang can enter the War Spirit Stele of the Great Tang and receive eternal worship from me, the civil and military officials, and even the people of the Great Tang!”
Li Er spoke with a solemn expression. He raised his wine cup and looked at the densely carved names of the various clans on the stone stele. These were the names of the heroes who had died for the Great Tang.
"A toast to the heroes of the Great Tang's Hundred Schools of Thought.”
"Two cups to the soldiers of the Great Tang for protecting the country!”
"Three cups. May the souls of the sons of the Great Tang return!”
Li Erzhong poured three cups of wine in front of the War Spirit Stele. At this moment, all the Tang soldiers raised their heads and shouted in unison,""May I die in battle with my comrades and have a good journey!”
"May the souls of the sons of the Great Tang return!”
Affected by such a tragic scene, the people of Jingyang City and Chang 'an City wiped their tears and roared.
"May the souls of the sons of the Great Tang return!”
One tragic cry after another soared into the sky, drifting with the wind. It was difficult to hide their anticipation.
"May my husband return, my soul return!"
The widow of a soldier who died in battle cried bitterly.
"May my son's soul return and let me, this old woman, personally send his black hair white!”
An old woman's eyes were red and swollen, and her entire body was trembling. She could not stand steadily, but she still held on to her crutch and looked at the Great Tang Heroic War Spirit Stele.
"I wish my hometown, Yay Yay (father's meaning), to return and play with my son."
A waiter was crying, his face covered in tears. His voice was hoarse, but he was still looking forward to it.
"Good!"
"I will let them return and see their wives and children for the last time!”
In the distance, Cao Jing, who had just arrived, saw this scene and let out a long sigh. There was not much he could do in this situation. He could only do what he could to make up for their regrets.
With that, he waved his hand at the tens of thousands of Tang souls behind him.
They nodded heavily and said in a hoarse voice,"Thank you for your kindness, General."
After saying that, they turned into gusts of cold wind and flew forward impatiently.
Thus, on the battlefield, a violent wind suddenly blew, and the clouds in the sky instantly changed, startling the Tang officials who were holding the memorial ceremony.
The cold wind came very quickly, almost in an instant. The people of the Great Tang were in an uproar when they felt the fierce cold wind.
"What's going on?"
A minister shouted in panic.
When Li Er saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had a vague feeling that the strange phenomenon here was related to Cao Jing, the Soul Suppressing General of the Great Tang.
But what followed was a surprise. Instead of a riot, the people of the Great Tang began to shout in delight.
"My husband's soul has returned, he has returned!"
"Let me, this old woman, touch your black hair, okay?”
"Yay (father), I really want to play with you. This time, I will be the thief, and you will be the official soldier!”
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