What are the North Koreans thinking?

Xu Zhiyuan didn't care at all. Compared to the North Koreans' rejoicing that their father came to help him beat the savage, he liked the food offered by the North Koreans even more. More than 10,000 young and old left the village with him. Not to mention the food for everyone, they even had to give him a meeting gift when they arrived at the government army!

Naturally, he accepted it with a smile along the way. He was not even worried about the attack of the Donglu. Now the Donglu had something even more trouble for them. The Donglu was sending troops to the eight places, and he looked down on him at all. This was good, so that he could safely reach the Datong Riverkou and join the government army.

What happened in more than a year?

Last year, I heard that the Donglu had invaded the Central Plains again, burned, killed, looted, and millions of people died tragically. But what about this year? The Donglu even even their so-called "Shengjing", that is, Chenyang, were burned by the government army, and the queen was stolen. The emperor also fled to North Korea in shame.

The Ming Dynasty is in full swing!

This is a great thing! If this continues, you will be able to return to your hometown in Liaodong in less than a few years!

At this moment, Su Shilin interrupted his thoughts.

"Big boss, do you think they will like us?"

Beside the boss who was riding a horse, Su Shilin deliberately wore a blue armor, which was taken from the dead, but this was also a great military merit. In fact, even many of the swords and guns in the hands of the brothers were seized.

"It doesn't matter whether we wait or not. As long as we can let everyone go back to Liaodong and return to the pass, even if we give everyone a bite of food, we can get the salt of the Donglu's heads. At worst, give them the heads..."

Donglu’s head is about military merits. Giving his head is equivalent to giving military merits to these official troops. This will always give everyone a peaceful day!

Just as they were talking, a provocateur brought back two cavalrymen.

"Our battalion general leads his brothers to welcome Xu Qianhu and all the soldiers in front!"

He actually came out to greet everyone!

This was somewhat beyond Xu Zhiyuan's expectations, so he quickly ordered everyone to speed up. Almost half an hour later, he finally saw a team of cavalry in the distance. The cavalry not only held the Ming army's flag, but also carried the big "Ming" flag.

"Open our flag!"

Although he was wearing a flag, the flag was newly made. The flag that Xu Zhiyuan mentioned was brought from Tieshan. When the somewhat broken and even stained with blood spread out, Xu Zhiyuan dragged it with his right hand and walked towards the official army that was welcoming him.

Among several large banners, this broken flag was particularly conspicuous. When it approached, Sun Yuanqi and others were all attracted to tears in their eyes.

"Yes, it is our Dongjiang flag, the Dongjiang Town flag..."

Only those who were exiled to foreign lands can understand the significance of this flag. To a large extent, this is their only spiritual support. One liter of rice can last for ten days. What is it? I believe that one day I can return to Liaodong and the Ming Dynasty. For them, the Ming Dynasty is this flag.

Not to mention Sun Yuanqi and others, Li Yi, Cheng Manjin and others were also sore when they looked at the flag. Even when Xu Zhiyuan and others came over, they were still staring at it and the flag.

People looked at them again, looking at many of them still wearing red cloth armor, which were the cloth armor of Ming soldiers. The cloth surface was the most damaged, and the patch was patched. Many of them had armor but no helmets, but just tied it to their heads with a piece of worn red cloth.

Just looking at them like this, for a moment, it was quiet here without any sound...

"At the end, Xu Zhiyuan, a thousand households in Dongjiang Town, will be invited to participate in the General Secretary of the Liying."

Xu Zhiyuan's voice broke this silence.

"Xu Qianhu is exempt from gifts!"

Hurry up to help Xu Zhiyuan up, Li Yi looked up at the flag, and finally the brothers from Dongjiang Town were the ones, and then said.

"Xu Qianhu and his brothers are trapped in foreign lands, but they still do not forget their family and country, and strive to kill the enemy. They are actually our role models. Please ask Qianhu to get on the horse, and I will lead the horses for Qianhu!"

"How can I take this..."

Before Xu Zhiyuan could refuse, Li Yi grabbed his hand and said.

"You deserve it, you deserve it, and our brothers in Dongjiang Town all deserve it. Thank you for your hard work over the years..."

After saying that, he turned his head and ordered.

"Come on, bring the brothers in Dongjiang Town and welcome them home!"

Just forget, Li Yi leaned his back against his horse's body and his legs bent, and supported his hands on his knees, looking at Xu Zhiyuan and said.

"Xu Qianhu, please get on the horse!"

‘Brother, please get on the horse!’

...

When they were helped on the horse, Xu Zhiyuan cried, Su Shilin, Su San and others cried, crying like children, all their worries disappeared, and all their grievances disappeared. For the first time in these years, they felt at ease.

Su San, who was riding on the horse, cried while holding the pottery jar in his arms tightly, which contained Li Laoliu's ashes.

"Uncle Li, have you watched it? We're going home, we're going home..."

Home, maybe home is still far away.

Perhaps the "Daifang Fort" ahead of them was not their home, but for these wanderers, they finally returned to their families, and the place where they had family was their home, just like they once regarded Dongjiang as their home, even if they were in a foreign land.

It was originally a happy reunion, but it seemed a little depressed by people's crying, but the crying was also joyful. Finally, under the leadership of Li Yi, they came to the Daifang Fort, which was named "Daifang County" of Cao Wei. On the road ahead of the bastion, there were Liao people like them, including soldiers from Dongjiang and ordinary Liao people living in Dongjiang.

When they saw the flag held by Xu Zhiyuan, at first, they looked surprised, and then everyone's expressions first passed by a hint of pain, then another burst of joy, and then another tears fell like rain, and people knelt down one after another.

"This is our flag..."

"It's our flag..."

Yes, this is their flag, the only thought they were in a foreign land. This broken flag once fluttered in the Dongjiang River. When they escaped from Liaodong, they saw hope when they saw it. It also fluttered in the pile of dead people in Dongjiang River. This flag was burned by fire, cut by swords, and shot by arrows. It was also soaked in the blood of the brothers in Dongjiang Town and the Liao people.

And now, this flag that once floated among the blood corpses of the brothers, the flag they thought had disappeared, appeared under the blue sky again, how could they not be excited?

Just holding the flag like this, Xu Zhiyuan's tears flowed down again. He wanted to hold the flag forever and never let it go. Just let it fly under this bright world.
Chapter completed!