broken!Li Er's son turned out to be a hidden boss

The news that Li Wenhao was going to sacrifice at the Yanshan Cemetery soon spread throughout the Tang Dynasty.

People in other places didn't feel much about Li Wenhao's sacrificial offering, but Yanzhao Dadi was indeed outraged.

At that time, Li Wenhao, governor of Yandi, pacified Liaodong, destroyed Koryo, fought against Mohe, and established Khitan. In every battle, the Yanzhao warriors rushed to the forefront.

It can be said that the Yanzhao warriors supported Li Wenhao's army in the early stage.

Therefore, the Yanshan Cemetery is of great significance not only to Li Wenhao, but also to the people of Yandi.

Moreover, before this, Li Wenhao had been sending people to find those soldiers who had been discharged due to injuries, to pay them compensation, and at the same time, he wanted them to see with their own eyes the place where his brother was buried.

"Your Majesty, the statistics are out!"

"Read!"

When Li Wenhao was contemplating, Lu Wenzhao walked in. He was ordered to go out and count those veterans who retired due to injuries, but when the statistics were calculated, his heart was gloomy.

"Return to Your Majesty, there are currently 17 seats of heroic spirits in the Yanshan Cemetery!"

"The number of veterans who have retired due to injuries is only 8000."

"what?"

Li Wenhao's exclamation was not because of the large number of people, but because of the small number of people.

Yes, there are few people, too few people.

There were so many battles back then, didn't the Yanzhao disciples rush to the front?

After that World War, didn't Hebei Youzhou and other places have the most coffin sheds?
But why are there so few wounded?
"What's going on, are you working hard?"

Li Wenhao grabbed Lu Wenzhao's neck and asked murderously.

The last thing he can tolerate is to let the hero shed blood and tears.

One time in the year was enough.

Li Wenhao didn't want to see that kind of tragedy again.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's not because I'm careless, it's just..."

"It's just that I, Yanzhao, are so staunch. On the battlefield, after losing their fighting power, they all chose to die with the enemy. Those who survived and were discharged from the army due to injuries were all because of their fate. When they were cleaning the battlefield, they were killed by brothers." It was dug out of the pile of dead people!"

"Your Majesty, no matter how bold Lu Wenzhao is, he dare not make a fuss about it!"

"Humph!"

Li Wenhao let go of Lu Wenzhao angrily, "Where do they live now?"

"Your Majesty, they have been placed in the lush and lush villages around Fan Yang. Don't worry about their lives."

"Well, Hubu has done a good deed!"

"Go, follow me out of the palace to see these old brothers!"

"Remember, on July [-]th, the Yanshan Grand Sacrifice, these brothers will carry me in sedan chairs one by one, and they will also be carried to the Yanshan Cemetery."

"Yes!"

Li Wenhao went to change into ordinary clothes, and under the leadership of Lu Wenzhao, he left Fanyang City and headed north all the way.

"Why do they all go to the north? You must know that Fan Yang's north is much colder than the south. Why?"

"His Majesty……"

"Forget it, I'll ask them myself!"

Traveling north all the way, after passing Jizhou, Li Wenhao finally saw a bunch of villages.

It's summer now, and on the ridges of the field, you can see the men plowing the land, and you can also see the not-so-old men at the entrance of the village sitting on chairs fanning, drinking tea, or maybe wine...

The only difference is that they are more or less disabled, some are blind, some have broken hands, and some have no legs.

But from their mental outlook, it can be seen that they are not as depressed as those disabled people, but their words are quite heroic.

"Old man, excuse me, can I ask for a cup of tea if you have been traveling for a long time?"

Li Wenhao dismounted and walked towards an ordinary person and said.

The old man cast a glance at the saber at Li Wenhao's waist, and sneered disdainfully.

"Young man, swords are for women, we men have to play with knives, big knives, horse-cutting knives, and Mo knives are for men!"

"Lao Liu, the children want some tea, why are you so troublesome?"

An old man with only one arm left, took a sip from the cup in front of him with that one arm, then turned his head and smiled kindly at Li Wenhao.

It was fine if he didn't smile, but a smile almost made Lu Wenzhao draw his sword nervously.

What kind of face is this?
A long scar slantedly divided the face into two, one blind eye, half of the nose cut off, and the obviously asymmetrical lips...

"Second brother Zhang, you're scaring other people's children again!"

"Son, don't be afraid, Zhang Er is not a bad person. His face is the scar left by the Turkic war. You don't know, Zhang Er is fierce. He was so injured that he even chopped off five Turkic dogs. "

"That's not true! If Brother Zhang hadn't broken his arm back then, he might have grown up to a hundred people because of his military exploits, right?"

"Oh, look at this brain, this kid is looking for water!"

"Son, go to the village, knock on the door of any house, there will be water to drink and food to eat, but here is the only one!"

"Here, it's a place to drink!"

"Yes!"

"Here, ordinary people are not qualified to sit here. If you want to sit here and drink, if you don't have a few thieves in the military tent, you are not allowed to sit here."

The old men said each other, and Li Wenhao stood beside him respectfully.

"Old sir, can you tell me the story of your battle back then?"

"My family is a family that specializes in storytelling. I want to compile your heroic stories and spread them to the world!"

Li Wenhao's tone was full of respect, but what he got in exchange was a cold snort of disdain.

"Pi Wazi, do you know what a hero is?"

"Are we called heroes?"

"Fart, we are deserters!"

"Did you know deserters?"

The man named Lao Liu yelled insanely like he was insane from alcohol.

On closer inspection, this man with both hands is actually missing one leg, and the other leg is also gone from below the knee.

What's even more weird is that, hearing what Lao Liu said, these people gathered together not only did not refute, but nodded in agreement one by one.

"Yes, we are deserters!"

"deserter!"

"How can we deserve the word hero, we are deserters!"

"The real heroes are the little six sons in front of the Xuanwu Gate who blocked the prince's knife, and Zhang Jun, Li Hu, who followed General Luo Tong to defend Huaibi Pass..."

"It's not going back half a step in the Valley of the Dead Erwazi, Sanniuer!"

"We are just a group of deserters, a group of deserters who didn't even die with the enemy on the battlefield!"

"We stay here and live here, but we want to be closer to those old brothers who are buried in Yanshan after we die. We don't have that chance in this life, and we don't have the face to be buried in Yanshan. I chose to be closer to these brothers."

"You all also serve the country, why demean yourself so much?"

"belittle?"

The man named Zhang Er directly picked up the wine jar under the table and drank it down in one gulp.

"Young man, have you had a drink?"

"Specially for burning knives in the army!"

As he spoke, he poured a bowl for Li Wenhao, and the strong smell of alcohol came to his nostrils. If he hadn't drunk it, he might choke and cry, but Li Wenhao...

"That's right, I still have a little capacity for alcohol, so I'll tell you about it!"