"Ten thousand soldiers from Dongjiang and tens of thousands of Liao people were buried here. In fact, the Liao people are Liao soldiers, the soldiers are the people, and the people are the soldiers..."

When he came to Tieshan again, Xu Zhiyuan looked at several huge tombs in the distance.

Those tombs were buried by the tombs of the Dongjiang soldiers and Liao people who were killed after the fall of Pi Island. I don’t know who buried them.

The boat did not go to Tieshan, but to Pi Island.

After arriving at "Daifang Fort", Li Yi once asked Xu Zhiyuan what he wanted to do.

He suggested that he wanted to go to Pi Island to see it. It was not just for the sake of burying his old brothers here. For those brothers, this place was also their home.

In order to achieve his wish, Li Yi specially sent a boat to Pidao.

Finally, I set foot on Pi Island again. Once upon a time, Pi Island, which had gathered tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, no longer had the prosperity of yesterday. The houses on the island were burned down, leaving only a pile of broken walls.

"Xu Qianhu, where are we going?"

Li Dingkun, who went to the island with Xu Zhiyuan, asked.

"Go to Yoshitsuka!"

The so-called "Yoshi Tomb" is the place where the officers and soldiers of Dongjiang came here because there were several old soldiers who died in battle and hoped to be buried here.

When I came to the "Yi Tomb", it was also abandoned. Among the chaotic grass, stone tombstones, headed to the northwest and towards Liaodong, many of them were already incomplete. Li Dingkun, who was following Xu Zhiyuan, silently read the words above:

"Tomb of Li Zhikun, a guard in Jinzhou, Liaodong."

"The Tomb of Zhao, the Right Guard of Dingyuan, Liaodong."

"The tomb of Zhang Tiandu, the Iron-Ling Guard in Liaodong"

...

All the tombstones are written with Liaodong and the ward. For them, Liaodong is their eternal hometown. Through the weeds, you can still vaguely see the words "Chongzhen Year" engraved on these simple tombstones.

Looking at the tombstones, Li Dingkun couldn't help but sigh. He thought of the Martyrs' Temple he saw when he was in Nanjing. Compared to that, everything here was desolate.

Maybe, in a few decades, everything here will disappear.

Walking on this desolate cemetery of Dongjiang soldiers, Li Dingkun's mind could no longer think. The grass blown by the sea breeze was telling, and the wind shaking leaves in the distance was telling their stories. He listened, but he didn't know how to think. To be more precise, the rolling grassland in front of him touched his heartstrings. He burst into tears and could only stand in place without moving in a daze.

After coming to the cemetery, Xu Zhiyuan and the others finally said nothing, but buried several old brothers silently. Finally, they sighed again, there must be their former robes here!

Finally, they arrived at the commanding heights of Pi Island and stood on the top of the mountain. Looking at the broken walls around them, Xu Zhiyuan was still silent. It took him a long time to stab the bottom of the gun and unfold the flag again.

"Master!"

Xu Zhiyuan roared.

"Although the town has not been there, the flag is still there...the flag is still there, and we will never surrender..."

In his shouting wind, the sea breeze blew the worn-out flag, and for a moment everyone was crying like rain...

The next morning, the boat left Pi Island. When the boat left Pi Island, Xu Zhiyuan and the others stared at the gradually disappearing island and said in a deep voice.

"If I die in the future, please ask my brothers to bury me here!"

This sentence made Li Dingkun feel a little distressed. Looking at these gray-haired veterans, there was only silent respect left in others' hearts.

"Although the town has not been there, the flag is still there!"

When the news of the remnants of the Dongjiang River reached Dalian, Zhu Guoqiang was silent for a long time, and Mao Chengzhi was even more crying and unable to control himself for a long time.

"Although the town has no, the flag is still there..."

Reciting this sentence silently, Zhu Guoqiang's mood seemed extremely complicated. If he had not gone to North Korea, he would not have known the news about the remnants of soldiers. Like hundreds of thousands of Liao people who fled to North Korea, they were drowned in the long river of history.

Even the "Yoshima" of the officers and soldiers of Dongjiang Town on Pi Island disappeared from history. Where did their tombstone go? No one has verified it, and even the traces of their existence have disappeared.

Even the surviving Liao people disappeared into the long river of history.

"Although the town has no, the flag is still there..."

Once again, reading this sentence, Zhu Guoqiang pondered for a moment, and said to Mao Chengzhi, whose eyes were red.

"I'm going to reopen Dongjiang Town, I don't know what you think!"

Hearing this, Mao Chengzhi couldn't believe his ears, he looked at the prince in shock.

"Criminal, reopen Dongjiang Town..."

"Yes, the flag is still there, and the town will reopen! Reopening Dongjiang Town is not only a war requirement, but also a way to praise hundreds of thousands of Liaodong Yimins. How about it, Mao Chengzhi is willing to be the general of the Dongjiang Army under my command!"

"Criminal!"

Upon hearing this, Mao Chengzhi bowed and said.

"Criminal Prince, I will definitely repay the prince's kindness for his goodwill!"

For Mao Chengzhi, this may be the best gift. Reopening Dongjiang Town and rebuilding the Dongjiang Army, and even more so, he was the general. At this moment, what he saw was not only his future, but more importantly, the reputation of the old coach.

Thinking of this, Mao Chengzhi kowtowed again.

"The old coach is in the spirit of heaven. If he knows that Dongjiang Town is reopened, he will definitely be very happy!"

Looking at Mao Chengzhi's gratitude, Zhu Guoqiang just nodded silently, and did not help him up, but continued.

"Since Dongjiang Town has reopened, it is necessary to recruit soldiers. I think it is better to focus on Liao people. After you arrive at the Daofang Fort, you will first collect Liao people and choose their strong soldiers. Well, train first. As for war, there is no hurry..."

In the second year of Tianqi, the Liao people in Dongjiang were the most precious source of soldiers given to the Ming Dynasty by the Later Jin Dynasty. In fact, as long as they tried their best to provide Dongjiang military salaries, Xiong Tingbi's troubled source of soldiers would naturally be solved. Originally, they could not recruit soldiers even if they were not recruited, and they would often escape when they were recruited. But now these Dongjiang soldiers are willing to kill the enemy and die and avenge their relatives.

Such a good soldier is really a waste to let go! After all, in this era, there are too few people who still fight to the death with Jiannu when they are hungry and wailing on the mattress. They ask for a simple revenge! Their parents, wife and children are killed by Jiannu. Even if they can eat a full meal for a day and cut off a slave's head, they will be willing to die.

Unfortunately, it didn't work well...

Alas! It’s not just them who are useful. There are so many people who are kind and ambitious in the late Ming Dynasty. How many are they useful?

Not to mention anything else, it is Mao Wenlong's death... When it comes to this matter, Zhu Guoqiang was too lazy to talk about Chongzhen.

This emperor is really hard to describe!

"As for Pidao, it is difficult for me to transport all the corpses of more than 100,000 Dongjiang soldiers and Liao people back to my hometown, but I cannot make them become lonely ghosts in foreign lands, and I cannot make their souls return to the place where they are bullied and insulted. Fortunately, there is a way to deal with this matter."

Staring at Mao Chengzhi, Zhu Guoqiang said to him.

"After you go to Dafangbao, no matter how Huang Taiji regulates North Korea, how North Korea has nothing to do with me. The day when I defeat the Dongguan period, the day when I defeat the Dongguan period will be destroyed and will be adopted as the time to enter China. From then on, all the sun and the moon shine, and the rivers reach will be the land of the Ming Dynasty!"

This sentence is not only said to Mao Chengzhi, but also to those loyal souls buried in foreign lands, and to comfort their spirits in heaven!

They were not only from the Ming Dynasty, but also from the Han Dynasty, Tang Dynasty, and from all dynasties. Although the dynasties are different, they are all Han people, they are all compatriots, and our ancestors. They deserve the respect of future generations and are buried in the land of the Ming Dynasty.

"We must make the places where all soldiers buried their bones, whether they are North Korea, Mongolia, Annan, Myanmar, whether they are Kazakhstan or Persia, the loyal souls who have been exploring living space for this nation for thousands of years can lie in their own ancestral land!"

Who dares to say that it is not there!

Wherever the Han military flag goes, it is the ancestral land of the Han people since ancient times...

"Although the town has not been there, the flag is still there!"

Yes!

Although the town is not there, the military flag is still there, and the court is dead, the Han people are still there! As long as the Han people are there, these martyrs will receive the sacrifices they deserve!

As for the land and military flags, they all came from Han territory!
Chapter completed!