Huo Sheng’s funeral was held after dinner, and there must be no conditions for burial in the land, and it was not popular in the army at this time.

Zhang Zhao smashed the burned bones that had been born in the fire with one hammer and then put them in a clay pot with a piece of jute paper pasted on it, with two words Zhang Zhao written on it.

Cao Shisi, Cao Yanming was holding a booklet and recording it while singing.

"Zhang Zhao is a son of the Zhang family in Nanyang. He was born in the second month of Wuchen year (908) and died at the age of twenty-three. He fought in the ancient city of Loulan and fought bravely to kill the enemy and killed three enemies. He made his achievements in battle, and had two rewards and three credits, and passed them to his descendants!"

"Fan'an, now there are some people. Are you willing to take the position of documentary temporarily?" After Zhang Zhao packed all the ashes, he handed them directly to Fan Running.

"Fortunately, Erlang is valued by him, and he is willing to receive the order of the document!"

What can Fanrunning say? Do he dare to say he doesn't accept it? Do he dare to say he doesn't accept it. This person who was very moved by Zhang Zhao would not be able to tear him down.

"Okay! Thank you for being here for Fan'anya!" Zhang Zhao bowed to Fan Running.

This was the commander of the Guiyi Army, and he took over the position of clerk. In this way, Zhang Zhao could be transferred legitimately by the more than 30 envoys of the Guiyi Army.

"Please keep this list and ashes for us. Brothers can also register at Panwaiya.

Everyone can designate a candidate. If you die like Zhang Zhao's brothers, you can also send your honors and rewards to your family.

If you have no family members and children, just like the Zhang Zhao brothers, you will choose an inherited incense for you among the orphans of the Han'er in Dunhuang!"

"Erlangjun, my Ma Yaozi accepts you! This fire-born baby can be written into the family tree of Zhang family in Nanyang, and can have children to inherit the incense. It is worth his death!

If you die in battle, you will also help find an orphan for Yu Niang to raise. She is a widow and has a son, so she can be better off!”

Ma Yaozi, who has never been a good person, is rarely sad once. His old master Luo Xianda will not care whether they have any worries or concerns.

But don’t underestimate Zhang Zhao’s actions. The Chinese have always been concerned about inheriting the family line. Without descendants, it is very unfilial. These people followed Zhang Zhao to work hard in Khotan. Maybe there will be no one left at any time. After receiving a guarantee like Zhang Zhao, they will at least not worry about breaking the incense.

"Stop saying discouraging words. You should follow me, Yutian, and you should make more contributions. If you don't have a son, you should go back and plant ten or eight for her!"

Zhang Zhao knocked Ma Yaozi on the head. Unlike Luo Xianda who often beat and scolded him, Zhang Zhao was more close to Ma Yaozi than others, and he even felt pampered.

Ma Yaozi was a little confused. Zhang Zhao was obviously much younger than him, but how could he give him this feeling?

After knocking on the horse's harrier, Zhang Zhao stood on a stone. He looked at the more than a hundred people surrounding him. These were all his fire!

"A certain family came from a noble family. If they were to be noble, few people in Hexi could compare to someone, but someone suffered a lot because a certain adult made a mistake and harmed Tang'er in Hexi. This crime was something that someone deserved.

In fact, some of our experiences are just like the fate of us Tang'er. In the Zhenguan and Kaiyuan periods, our ancestors were so glorious. Looking around, no one dared to look directly at them.

For example, when the Gaochang people were redeemed with money yesterday, Duke Chen (Hou Junji) was angry and Gaochang King Ju Wentai died of fear. Now that we have arrived here, we can receive a ransom, even if we have a good harvest! But!"

Zhang Zhao inserted his horizontal knife heavily into the sand in front of him.

"This is not what someone wants! Because if it was in Zhenguan and Kaiyuan, not to mention merely Pu Gucheng, even the mother-owner of the Uighur Khan Pu Gu Chongde of the Gaochang Uighurs, he would have to come to apologize in person! Otherwise, he would have to die and destroy the country!

So don’t be complacent about what we are doing today, but you should take it as a warning, because we are still far from restoring the glory of the Tang Dynasty.

The Dunhuang clan only knows how to protect wealth and honor, so he took all the heroes and men away, and is more willing to work together with you to make the world look at each other!"

Fanquan, Fanshun, Yan Jin, Bai Congxi and others' eyes lit up. Zhang Zhao's words undoubtedly sublimate the reason why they went to Khotan to make achievements.

It turns out that they were not unable to survive in Dunhuang and could only travel west, but because the Dunhuang clan only knew how to preserve wealth and honor, which was not enough to make plans!

Moreover, they also felt that Zhang Erlangjun was indeed capable, but now they have gained 1,500 and 600 trump cards just after they arrived in Loulan.

Zhang Zhao has promised that once the ransom that Di Luoda Ganpu has received, based on the military achievements, the minimum amount of money can be obtained.

This is already a two-month salary for the Guiyi army like Yan Jin. Even if they die in battle, they will be given to their families. Those who have no relatives will choose a stepson.

Looking at the group of people with bright eyes in front of him, Zhang Zhao still had some achievements in his heart. Since he left Dunhuang, he began to consciously instill similar ideas in these people.

With the incentives of money, logistical support, and finally having a clear idea, Zhang Zhao suddenly realized that he really had the talent of the "World War II" artistic student.

Although these hundred people cannot be built into the kind of ideals and civilized troops of later generations, in this era, an army with a little bit of ideals is definitely superior to other old armies.

And the banner that unites people's hearts in his hand is undoubtedly the far away Tang Dynasty.

You should know that when the Tang Dynasty was prosperous, the troops were everywhere and the power was so glorious. Until now, there were not many Tang fans in the Western Regions River. Only by raising the banner of the Tang Dynasty can we better arouse the pride and unify our thoughts of our subordinates.

Seeing that his morale had been boosted, Zhang Zhao waved his hand.

"Today we will have a good night's rest here, and we will bypass Datun City tomorrow and head straight to the Ni City!

Canwei people belong to Zhongyun clan, and they dared to intercept us in Loulan. Shanshan King Sanpoba did not give me an explanation, and he would not give up!"

Bai Congxin and Qiongre Duojin's eyes lit up. Erlangjun is going to rob him!

Guannicheng is the capital of Shanshan, with nearly 10,000 people. If they snatch one, everyone can make money again!

Of course you have to grab it!

Although one person promised a reward of at least three stakes, he had not received it yet. The reward was still in the account book and had not been distributed to him. He could not count it, so Zhang Zhao decided to grab a Shanshan man and do something real!

Dunzhu touched her head and looked at Zhang Zhao blankly.

"But Erlangjun, the one who ambushed us yesterday was the Gaochang Uighurs, not the Canwei people! All of them were killed, and those women could not beat me one. Did we make a mistake?"

There was a burst of laughter around him, and only stupid muslims like Dunzhu would take the blame, and only those soldiers and bandits could kill them know what Zhang Zhao was going to do.

Zhang Zhao also smiled and pulled the Dunzhu, then pulled out the horizontal knife and gestured in front of him.

"Well! They are involved or not, what they say doesn't count!"

"Then who has the final say?" Dunzhu still didn't understand very much.

"This is the final say. The horizontal sword in my hand and the spear in your hand will be the final say!"

Zhang Zhao laughed loudly, and Dunzhu also smiled foolishly as if he had understood it.

"As long as there is meat and wine, the Erlangjun will kill whoever he asks him to kill, Dunzhu will kill whoever he wants!"

***The author has something to say***

Thank you, if you eat too much fish and meat, you won’t be a good book friend for the 500 reward!
Chapter completed!