The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs.
War can unite the will of a country and a group.
Yang Xuan experienced this concept most profoundly.
When he was in Taiping County, when an enemy invaded, the Taiping soldiers and civilians would call me "Taiping". When they heard that the enemy invaded Chenzhou, the Taiping soldiers and civilians would call us "Chenzhou."
, they always say what I want in Northern Xinjiang...
When the entire Tang Dynasty faced a powerful enemy, those Taiping soldiers and civilians would call me what the Tang Dynasty was like.
This is like a mobilization order. When a crisis is felt in one place, the military and civilians will worry about that place. When the entire country is in crisis, the regional concept is ignored.
As time goes by, the concepts of country and nation will become deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Therefore, after Liao Jin left, the first thing he did was to cultivate the fields, and the second thing was to offer sacrifices.
The new gate of the Imperial College was under construction. After Yang Xuan expressed his needs, he immediately left.
Before people even left the gate, they heard the professors wailing behind them.
"What? You want me to wait to carry the bag again?"
"We are professors!"
"Shouldn't metaphysics be about freedom and ease? This has become coolie, where is the freedom and ease?"
Amid the whistling of the ruler, An Ziyu was shouting filial piety.
"work!"
Yang Xuan went out and looked back.
The professors were driven around by An Ziyu, and Zhong Hui picked up the huge tree that took more than ten craftsmen to move. Zhuang Xin, the big boss of the Wine and Soldiers Department, unloaded the cart full of soil alone without using a shovel.
, the horizontal sword was unsheathed, the strong wind passed by, and the soil fell one after another...
This efficiency is so high!
It reminded Yang Xuan of construction machinery in another world.
Professors, this is useful!
"Deputy envoy!"
A sergeant came on horseback.
"What's the matter?"
Yang Xuang had just got free time and was going home to see his son.
The sergeant looked anxious, "Some people in the army are making noise and are unwilling to go to the fields."
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On the school field, groups of sergeants gradually gathered.
These sergeants are either old or have some problems.
Each army had a list of who was old and weak, and the boss ordered the people to be summoned in no time.
Nan He was still patrolling downstairs to prevent fraud, and the school grounds started to become chaotic.
"Why should I be abolished? I have shed blood for Northern Xinjiang!"
"Although I'm lame a little, I don't want to delay killing the enemy! If I can't kill by running, then can't I kill by walking?"
"Yeyeye is born as a member of the Northern Xinjiang Army, and his death is a ghost of the Northern Xinjiang Army! Whoever wants Yeye to leave the army will die with him!"
Nan He heard the news and came over, and so did the generals.
Some generals' expressions changed slightly, and they asked Jiang Cunzhong, "Does the deputy think it's us who are causing trouble?"
Last time Yang Xuan punished the generals in the army, everyone was afraid. If the old man thought that someone was up to something, there might be a purge.
Fear is not a bad thing... so Jiang Cunzhong was not comforted and let fear fly for a while longer.
He found Nan He and explained: "These brothers have been in the army for many years. Once they were sent to work in the fields, they felt uncomfortable and aggrieved..."
This group of soldiers had been in the army for many years and had long regarded the Northern Xinjiang Army as their home. Suddenly, an order came to let them go to work in the fields. It was like being kicked out of their homes.
Nan He understands that kind of mentality.
Nan He nodded, "I know, but this matter is of great importance and cannot be left to their hands."
He knew the significance of farming, and so did Jiang Cunzhong and others.
It is closely related to the overall situation of Northern Xinjiang.
Nan He was quite dissatisfied with the rules of the Northern Xinjiang Army and shook his head slightly, "If you follow the orders and prohibitions, even if you have any grievances, let's talk about it afterwards. This is a warrior. The Northern Xinjiang Army still has to practice!"
If Chen Zhoujun made a fuss like this, his first reaction would not be to explain, but to suppress him!
Military orders are like mountains!
I told you to go east, but if you dare to go west, I will kill you!
Only under such strict military discipline can a strong army be forged.
Jiang Cunzhong said: "I will suppress it."
Nan He nodded, "Be careful."
He had only been in the army in Northern Xinjiang for a short period of time, was not familiar with the people below, and had not established his prestige. At this time, only Jiang Cunzhong and others came up.
Jiang Cunzhong walked to the stage and said, "Be quiet!"
Still noisy.
Others were shouting and cursing.
With over 10,000 people, it looked like a large quagmire.
It seems that it is a bit difficult to deal with.
Jiang Cunzhong said with a cold face, "Just be quiet!"
The ones in front were quiet, but those in the back were still talking deliberately.
With more than 10,000 people, even in Digu, the sound of gathering together is still scary.
Jiang Cunzhong shouted: "Be quiet!"
The noise stopped for a moment, but the sound of the waves remained.
What a waste!
Jiang Cunzhong pressed the handle of the knife and said, "Here comes someone!"
This means taking action.
A group of old and weak soldiers looked at him coldly.
An old soldier came out and tore open his clothes, exposing his chest and lower abdomen. There were seven or eight scars on them.
The old soldier said sadly and angrily: "I have served Northern Xinjiang for many years. I was not killed by the Northern Liao people, but I was driven out by my own people. Come on, take action and stab me here. If I am afraid, it will be your grandson!"
"Come!"
The sergeants rushed forward surrounded by the old soldiers.
Those in the front were shouting in grief and indignation, while those in the back couldn't hear clearly what they were shouting, but they sensed the atmosphere and joined in the booing.
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Waves of people came in waves, and some people changed their minds, "Don't! Go back! Go back!"
An old soldier also discovered something was wrong and said, "Be careful Ying Xiao!"
When a large army is stationed, sometimes a small incident can trigger a large-scale commotion. Once the commotion starts, it is difficult to control it.
Once a camp roar occurs, the entire Taoxian County will become a victim.
Jiang Cunzhong changed his color and said decisively: "Assemble the army and suppress it!"
This is the only way!
Zhang Du said: "I'll get the Xuanjia Cavalry."
Jiang Cunzhong scolded: "Xuanjia Cavalry must not move without permission!"
Those are the nuclear weapons of the Northern Xinjiang Army and can only be controlled by the boss.
Ta-ta-ta!
The sound of horse hooves came slowly.
Nan He turned around, "It's the deputy envoy!"
Yang Xuan came with more than ten guards.
He waved his hand to stop the guards. Behind him, Lin Feibao said: "Mr. Lang, those soldiers are angry. If anyone doesn't open their eyes..."
Yang Xuan said: "Then I just want to see it."
The Northern Xinjiang Army has been in existence for many years, and there has already been a set of unspoken rules operating in the army. The controllers of the past generations have not touched this set of unspoken rules and allowed it to operate there.
It would be fine if Yang Xuan was just an ordinary military governor, but he is not!
To fight against rebellion requires an elite army, not a motley army of dragons and snakes.
It cannot be destroyed or established!
He rode his horse and passed slowly.
In the chaotic crowd, someone shouted: "It's the deputy envoy, the deputy envoy is here!"
The frantic crowd seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.
Only a dozen or so people rushed forward with red faces. As they rushed, they shouted: "Yeah, I'll kill you today..."
"Quick! Take action! Kill these bitch slaves!"
"Kill them!"
More than a dozen people stumbled forward, but one person stopped and turned around.
It’s so quiet around here!
Others also stopped and turned around.
Yang Xuan was on the horse, looking at them coldly.
"Such enthusiasm is rare. Zhou Jian!"
Pei Jian dismounted and came over, "Here we are!"
Yang Xuan pointed at the dozen or so people, "Take them down!"
"Take orders!"
Pei Jian rushed over quickly without drawing his sword.
"Fight him!"
A sergeant rushed towards Pei Jian first.
Yang Xuan ignored this place and slowly walked up to the high platform.
Jiang Cunzhong and others bowed, "We are incompetent."
"It's incompetence!"
Yang Xuan showed no mercy to them and walked to the front of the high platform.
Below, Pei Jian slapped the sergeant to the ground with one palm, causing his body to twitch.
He knew that Yang Xuanling wanted to establish his authority by taking action, so he rushed into the middle of the dozen or so people.
Everyone saw figures flying up one after another.
After a while, Pei Jian stood still, and a circle of people fell around him.
Yang Xuan pointed at the sergeants and said: "How many of these are other people's spies, I don't want to ask. I just want to ask you, where are the military regulations?"
He slowly looked at these people.
No one answered.
They could yell at Jiang Cunzhong, but they didn't dare act wildly at the man in front of them.
Along the way from Taiping, this man left stains of blood behind him.
One by one, the enemies fell under his horse's hooves.
Wherever the Yang Zi Banner went, there were countless sights and sounds, which frightened the foreigners.
When he first took charge of Northern Xinjiang, the first thing he did was to break the tradition of Northern Xinjiang and lead his army to attack Nangui City.
He even killed hundreds of people sent by the emperor.
This man, when he is gentle, can sit and eat with the sergeants, but when he is tough, he can make enemies of the entire northern Xinjiang!
Who dares to face him?!
No one dares!
Jiang Cunzhong and others were watching from the side. When they saw Yang Xuan standing there quietly, more than 10,000 people on the campus fell into silence, and they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.
He also stood up straight.
The entire school grounds fell silent.
Yang Xuan walked back and forth along the edge of the platform as if he were in his own courtyard.
"I know that you feel unfair in your heart. You feel that you have served Northern Xinjiang for many years, why were you kicked out of the house?"
He looked at the somewhat commotion crowd and said: "A family has old people and young people, strong people and weak people. When they are old and can no longer work, they are reluctant to rest. This is a good thing, it shows that the family has strong cohesion!"
This is a compliment to us...the soldiers felt relieved.
Yang Xuan glanced at them and continued pacing, "In the Jiedushi Mansion, those old and weak people who are unable to perform their duties and make frequent mistakes will take the initiative to ask for a change of position... without delaying things."
This tone is wrong!
"If the old and the weak at home can't do anything anymore, they can knit straw sandals at home, raise chickens and ducks, take care of their children, and do whatever they can.
What are they thinking? They are thinking about sharing the burden for this family and doing their part for this family!
When the officials in the Jiedushi government are unable to perform their duties, they will take the initiative to ask for another position. Why? Because each position has its own duties.
When the things above reached you, they got stuck, and you kept making mistakes. Then the whole thing became chaotic, and the entire Jiedushi government was in chaos!
They know that they cannot shoulder this responsibility, so they take the initiative to resign!"
Yang Xuan stopped and faced the school grounds, pointing at the soldiers, "Then, why can't you wait?"
Someone shouted: "We have shed blood for Northern Xinjiang!"
The mood rose immediately.
Jiang Cunzhong glanced at Nan He, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "It won't end well."
Nan He said: "Look!"
Jiang Cunzhong looked up and saw Yang Xuan... seemed to be furious?
"Grass mud horse!"
boom!
The deputy envoy cursed!
He, who had always been tolerant of the military, actually cursed others.
He also pointed and cursed.
"Those who shed blood and sacrificed their lives for Northern Xinjiang are now enshrined in the Martyrs' Shrine. They died for Northern Xinjiang without any regrets. The soldiers and people of Northern Xinjiang worshiped them willingly. You have shed blood, who the hell hasn't? "
Yang Xuan was really angry, "How much contribution have the old and weak in the family made to this family? They are old and old, but they take the initiative to do other things. Why don't they rest?"
Because they care about this family!
Northern Xinjiang is now facing pressure from Chang'an. Let me tell you, wait, Chang'an's money and food are gone.
From now on, we in Northern Xinjiang must be self-reliant and support ourselves. This is the predicament of our family.
What should we do to change this family's predicament?
Farming! Increase revenue and reduce expenditure.
What can you do in the army? Kill the enemy?"
The old and the weak basically stay behind during the war.
Not to mention adding soy sauce, but it doesn’t have much effect.
"You can't kill the enemy, but you continue to hang out in the army. In the past, I didn't say anything, and I just did what I wanted. But now there is a problem in this family, can we be considerate? Can we?!"
He looked at these people with a cold look in his eyes.
Understanding is always two-sided.
The military has maintained these people for many years, enough is enough!
"The military is not a place for old age!" Yang Xuan pointed at them, "But you are just going to live like this for the rest of your life and wait to die? If you can't move, that's it. Northern Xinjiang will support you.
But look at you and others, you all have good hands and feet, but your strength is a little weak, or you have some minor problems.
Is it shameful to support old age at such a young age?
Get out, don't say you are a soldier of our Northern Xinjiang Army!"
Below, the soldiers were silent.
The habit of eating from a big pot is not developed overnight, but the change must be sudden.
If you want to take it slow, the people below have many ways to wear down foreign workers until the so-called innovation is worn away.
"Why did you join the army in the first place? To protect your family and country, protect Northern Xinjiang, and protect your fellow villagers in Northern Xinjiang. But to this day, how many people still remember their original intention? They just want to eat and wait to die!"
Yang Xuan pointed to the side, "If you don't want to work in the fields, come forward and I will take care of you in your old age!"
The generals are watching.
If one of them comes out, things will be in trouble.
In the crowd, a sergeant with a nonchalant expression said: "Give me!"
The sergeant beside him didn't move at all.
The sergeant was angry, "What are you thinking about?"
The sergeant beside him said solemnly: "I'm thinking about how heroic I was when I joined the army." He looked at the sergeant and asked, "Want to go out?"
The sergeant nodded.
"Let me ask you a question." The sergeant beside him patted his chest.
The sergeant stopped, his eyes confused.
"Why should I join the army? It seems...to kill enemies and perform meritorious service, and to make my parents happy for me..."
Liu Qing and others also came.
"This is……"
Someone introduced the situation, and Liu Qing looked serious, "Be careful! Is the army coming?"
Nan He shook his head, "My husband won't let me."
Liu Qing was happy, "He stood in front alone and didn't worry about being washed away."
Yang Xuan was standing at the front.
But no one moved.
Everyone's eyes are gradually brightening.
A person who is just waiting to die can influence ten diligent people. But an awakened person can influence twenty people.
Yang Xuan raised his hand, "Listen to my orders!"
puff!
The commander-in-chief spoke, and everyone subconsciously stood up straight in accordance with military regulations.
"Go back and pack your things. There will be a lot of food and wine in the army today. I will wait for you to see you off!"
No one moved.
Liu Qing was a little nervous, "There won't be any trouble!"
Yang Xuan pointed to the right, "Turn right!"
Snap!
"Let's go together... let's go!"
The first row in front started to turn right and formed a queue to go to the camp.
Yang Xuan lowered his head.
The civil and military officials were startled and then lowered their heads.
To these soldiers who fought bloody battles for Northern Xinjiang.
pay tribute!
An old soldier glanced at Yang Xuan, tears welling up in his eyes.
He spoke.
"The wind is flying and the flag is flying..."
The soldiers were startled and spoke.
"The big horn blows to sharpen the sword and spear."
This is the last time we sing military songs on the school field!
Yang Xuan spoke.
"The sky is clear, the fields are vast, the blue sky and the huts are in the hunting ground, the thunder is roaring, the tigers and the eagles are flying."
The singing gradually became more uniform.
Gradually becoming more powerful!
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