In the huge banquet hall, the generals of the official army, the martial arts heroes and the leaders of the factory guards gathered together, and even the seriously injured Sun Cheng, Cao Huachun, Wei Chao and others also came. The only one who was absent was Chen Changting, he was slapped by the six apostles of the Demon Sect before, although Qin Shuhuai helped him get rid of the cold poison, but his internal organs were hit by a huge blow, and now he is still vomiting blood every day, bedridden, Qin Shuhuai is helpless, he can only look at his own life. I have to say that Dongchang lost at least half of the elite in this war, and even Cao Huachun has exhausted his martial arts.

From Lanzhou to Baoji, from Baoji to Shangluo, and from Shangluo to Weinan, whether it was the official army, the factory guards or the martial arts coalition army, they all paid a heavy price. None of the disciples of some sects in the martial arts alliance even survived.

Therefore, this banquet, which is both a farewell banquet and a celebration banquet, is full of sadness and choking, and the atmosphere is a little dull.

But despite this, everyone still drank a lot of wine. This is true for people in the martial arts, and the same is true for people in the official army, whether they are happy or sad, wine is always the best carrier to vent their emotions. Fortunately, when Hong Chengchou came, he brought three carts of wine, and in the cellar of General Li Zicheng's mansion, he found another cellar of good wine, so there was no shortage of wine!

After three rounds of drinking, the officers and soldiers of Shaanxi nationality outside sang the majestic folk songs of Shaanxi under the influence of alcohol. The voice is majestic, the tune is sad, a bit like the local Qin dialect, but it is not exactly, which makes people feel sad after listening to it. This is their elegy for their dead brethren.

The singing gradually spread, and more and more soldiers joined in the mourning. The soldiers of Shanxi also sang their own special songs, and the tunes were equally sad, sometimes high and low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like crying and complaining.

The generals and martial arts people in the room, many of them heard that their eyes were slightly wet, and Qin Shuhuai couldn't help but feel a sense of pathos in his heart.

Before he crossed over, in the book, whenever he saw the vast war records, all that appeared in his mind was an order for thousands of troops and horses to gallop, and the soldiers pointed at the blood of thousands of male soldiers, but he never thought that the war was so cruel and so sad.

How many people died in this battle? He still has no exact figures. He only knew that there were only 60,000 of the 110,000 martial arts army left, and how many officials and soldiers died? How many Demon Sects died? How many Li Zicheng died? How many innocent people died? He didn't know, he didn't want to know so much.

If there is a choice, he would rather be a reader in a prosperous era and enjoy his time leisurely. If there is a choice, these soldiers must also want to be born in the prosperous era, open a few acres of land, marry a wife, have a few children, and live a plain and peaceful life.

When can it be expected?

At this time, several generals silently went out with wine, and they wanted to pay tribute to their brothers. Seeing this, Qin Shuhuai proposed that everyone take a jar of wine and go to a large camp to pay respects to the brothers there.

This proposal was immediately approved by everyone, and even Cao Huachun, who was injured and couldn't drink, stood up arrogantly and went out with everyone!

The congregation will go to a camp, raise the altar, and shout "To the brethren"!

Then he craned his neck and poured wine wordlessly!

There are no impassioned speeches, only the sound of cooing and drinking! There is wine today and drunkenness today, and no one knows how many people will be able to get together to drink on this day next year.

All-you-can-drink until midnight.

After sending off the generals, Qin Shuhuai returned to the study and worked hard to write a book.

Reopen the customs, accept merchants from all over the world, and export the products and culture of the Ming Dynasty all over the world! Look at the world, so that China will no longer be a frog at the bottom of the well, and will not miss every change in the world.

Rectify the rule of officials, reform the rule of officials, let talented people no longer have talents, make officialdom more transparent, and let the people at the bottom have greater power to speak.

Introduce, imitate, and innovate more Western science and technology, build a strong navy and army, welcome the arrival of the great Age of Discovery, and let China always stand tall among the great powers......

As he wrote more and more crooked words, his drunkenness gradually dissipated.

He stopped abruptly.

He laughed self-deprecatingly: The world is undecided, what is the use of saying this now? The world is decided, I am just a dick in the 21st century, not a politician, can I really govern this country well? How many of these ideas from the 21st century can be realized in this world? What I am thinking about is not a utopia?

He looked at the waning moon outside the window and smiled bitterly.

At this moment, the voice of the guard came from outside the house.

"Master Hou, did you sleep?"

Qin Shuhuai frowned, if there was no urgency at such a late hour, the guards would not dare to disturb him.

Collecting his thoughts, he said, "Come in." ”

After the guards came in, they said, "Master Hou, Chen Changting is going to die, he wants to see you for the last time." ”

Qin Shuhuai immediately stood up and said, "Go!"

He hurriedly walked to Chen Changting's room, but saw that Li Daliang, Wei Chao, Cao Huachun and others were already there. Chen Changting's face was pale, his face was colorless, and his anger was like a gossamer.

Qin Shuhuai went up, sat on the edge of the bed and said to Chen Changting, "Brother Changting, I'm here." ”

When Chen Changting saw Qin Shuhuai, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, which could be regarded as a smile.

"Marquis Qin...... Finally, ahem, it's finally waiting for you!"

Qin Shuhuai held Chen Changting's wrist, and when he saw that his pulse was extremely weak, he knew that he could no longer be rescued.

"Brother Changting, if you have anything to say, I'll listen. ”

"Master Hou, the Jianghe Gang will be handed over to you...... Changting ...... No regrets. ”

This was Chen Changting's first sentence.

Qin Shuhuai was speechless, so he could only nod.

"Changting, in heaven...... Ahem, in the sky, see how Master Hou ...... Pioneering, prosperous!"

Qin Shuhuai nodded again.

Chen Changting opened his mouth wide, kept inhaling and exhaling, and finally saved up enough strength to say the third sentence.

"Master Hou! Changting ...... Honoring You! Your Majesty...... It's the Holy Monarch, you ......"

He held Qin Shuhuai's hand tightly, but he couldn't say the last few words.

Suddenly, his hand loosened.

The whole person was completely motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

However, his eyes were still open.

Qin Shuhuai knew what he was going to say, so he still nodded.

Then he reached out and gently closed his eyes.

The people in the room all sighed quietly.

Li Daliang has always been cold, but his eyes are red at this time.

Cao Huachun looked expressionless, but his face, which was thickly coated with palace powder, also twitched slightly unconsciously.

A good eagle dog from Dongchang just went. He may have been cold-blooded and ruthless, killed countless people, and used horrendous torture. But he is a good eagle dog, he is extremely loyal to his master, and even in his heart, there is a dream of national peace and security, and the prosperous world will be restarted!.