In the Sui army camp, there were piles of bonfires everywhere. The chief general Yang Su ordered to slaughter 30,000 sheep, bring out tens of thousands of jars of sheep wine to reward the three armies. The 100,000 Sui army was very happy and enjoyed the joy of victory.

In the large tent that can accommodate thousands of people, Yang Su held a celebration banquet for hundreds of meritorious soldiers. The soldiers who made military achievements gathered together, with meat and wine, and the sky was bustling and noisy. Yang Su was in a very happy mood. This was the most exciting battle he had fought in a dozen, killing nearly 40,000 enemies, while the Sui army only suffered less than 3,000 casualties. Such a huge gap in casualties was enough to make him famous in history.

The first prize seat not far away was his grandson Yang Yuanqing. He injured Datou Khan, seized the golden wolf-headed flag, and made great contributions, making Yang Su proud.

"Dear soldiers!"

Yang Su raised the wine bottle, and the big tent suddenly became quiet. Yang Su's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the big tent, "This battle has brought about the military power of our Great Sui Empire. This is the contribution of the soldiers of the three armies to sacrifice their lives to kill the enemy. When we celebrate our victory, we should not forget the brothers who sacrificed their lives for the country. I suggest the first glass of wine to the fallen soldiers, and may they rest in peace in the heavenly spirit."

After saying that, Yang Su slowly poured the wine to the ground, hundreds of soldiers followed the commander to spill the wine to the ground, Yang Yuanqing also remembered the four men who were killed, Zhang Jinmeng, Zhao Mingsheng, He Liu, and Wang Sanlang. They could no longer share the victory with him at this time. He was heartbroken and silently poured the wine to the ground, saying silently: "I will visit your parents, wife and children, rest in peace!"

At this time, Yang Su raised the golden wolf-headed banner and whispered to everyone: "This is the king's flag of the Turkic Khan. The Turkic Khan also fled due to arrows. In addition, he discovered the main force of the enemy, and investigated the enemy situation, so that we can deal with it. These achievements are the first in this battle. For my second glass of wine, I will toast the scout who made the first contribution to this first scout."

Everyone's eyes were cast towards Yang Yuanqing. On the battlefield, many soldiers saw the young scout who was running high with a golden wolf-headed flag. Yang Yuanqing's face turned a little red. He was not very comfortable with this glory in full view of everyone.

Yang Su picked up the wine bottle and smiled slightly at everyone, "I'm very proud, because this young man Huo Chang is my grandson. I'm proud of him, where is Yang Yuanqing?"

There was a burst of exclamation in the camp. It turned out that the young fire chief who made the first contribution was actually the grandson of the Grand Marshal. Yang Yuanqing's face turned red and he walked up to him and knelt on one knee, "Yang Yuanqing, the fifth fire chief of the First Army, Second Regiment and Third Team, met with the Grand Marshal!"

Seeing that his face was flushed, everyone suddenly burst into the tent with knowing laughter. Yang Su couldn't help laughing. He handed him the wine bottle, "I'll give you this glass of wine, you can drink it!"

Yang Yuanqing took the heavy wine bottle, which was two pounds of wine inside. Sheep wine was pungent, and he didn't dare to smell it. He held his breath and drank it. He drank it all in one drink. He put the wine bottle down and showed it to the surroundings. The soldiers around him applauded and cheered, "Okay! Good alcohol content!"

Yang Su shook his head and smiled slightly. In fact, his intention was to let Yang Yuanqing take a symbolic sip. Unexpectedly, he drank all of them. He was such a fool.

"Yang Yuanqing, you have made great contributions. According to the military practice, those who injured the enemy chief and seize the king's flag can be upgraded to three levels in a row, but this is not my military power reward. You must report to the Ministry of War and the emperor personally adds the title. It will take at least two months later, so you can wait with peace of mind."

After three levels in a row, he would be promoted to a general, which made everyone envious. Yang Yuanqing also knew that this result would be possible, but he had plans in his heart.

At this time, he was drunk and knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and said with a high voice: "Report to the Grand Marshal, Yang Yuanqing is willing to use military merits to atone for my subordinates. I hope the Grand Marshal will be grateful!"

In fact, Yang Su didn't want to give Yang Yuanqing three levels. He was still a teenager. It would be no good for him to be promoted too quickly. It was just that the army was used to this. If he did not do this, the soldiers in the army would be dissatisfied and could not give up their contributions just because it was his grandson, which made Yang Su feel embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yuanqing wanted to atone for his subordinates, which made Yang Su stunned. Yuan Qing didn't tell him about this beforehand. He was a little unhappy. He forced a smile and said, "What crime did your subordinates commit?"

Yang Yuanqing dared not say that Yang Sien and Liu Jian are deserters, and deserters are serious crimes. Unless they are pardoned by the head coach, any contribution will be difficult to clear up. He vaguely said: "My two subordinates participated in the Battle of Goryeo last year. They were infected with serious illnesses and lost the army and were unable to return to the team in time. They were afraid in their hearts and joined the army again."

This is the reason Yang Yuanqing thought about it after repeated consideration. Last year, the Sui army was not accustomed to the local conditions and had more than 100,000 people infected with the disease. Most of them died of illness and did not return to the team. Although it meant the same as deserters, it was different in nature. One fled fearing death, and the other was unable to return to the team. As long as you do not conduct detailed investigations, you can basically get away with it.

Yang Su was so smart that he guessed it all at once. I'm afraid things are not that simple. Most of them are deserters, but I thought that my grandson actually learned to win over his subordinates, and it was still in front of everyone.

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He was a little wiser, and Yang Su's little unhappiness just now also disappeared.

The coach who played against Goryeo last year was King Yang Liang of Han. If he wanted to be exempted from punishment, it should be King Yang of Han who decided, but Yang Su also knew that Yang Liang would give him this little face, so he took this opportunity to prevent his grandson from being promoted to three levels in a row.

"Okay! Since you have this intention, I will fulfill your wish. Yes, your achievements can redeem the crime of not returning to the team in time for both of you."

Yang Yuanqing was overjoyed, "Thank you, Marshal for your approval!"

Yang Su glanced at the hundreds of soldiers in the tent and slowly said aloud: "According to the convention, Yang Yuanqing should be promoted to three levels in a row, but he is willing to atone for his two subordinates, so he will go to the two levels and be promoted to the top of a hundred people."

There was a sound of regret in the big tent, and the merit of seizing the flag. Such a good opportunity, but only one hundred people were able to win the title. It was a pity. However, everyone also secretly admired it and was willing to give up promotion for their subordinates. This is not something that ordinary people can do, at least they can't do it if they ask themselves.

Yang Su raised the wine bottle again and whispered: "This third wine is the soldiers I toast here, to all the Sui army soldiers, we drank this cup!"

"Drink!" Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all in one go.

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The celebration banquet in the tent continued, but Yang Yuanqing was a little overwhelmed and escaped. He had drunk less than five kilograms of sheep wine, and everyone came to toast him, which made him really unable to withstand it. It would be fine if it was the best rice wine, but it was pungent goat milk wine. Oh! It would be fine if it didn't drink it.

He was drunk and felt a little dizzy and his feet began to become unstable. He staggered towards his tent, but after walking more than ten steps, he could no longer help and rushed straight to Yang Su's tent.

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After a while, he let out a long sigh, his stomach became empty, and he felt much better. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly laughed. He rose to a hundred people and called Yang Baichang from now on, which sounded a bit like Yang Bailao's brother.

"You bastard, you dare to talk back to me!" An angry curse suddenly came not far away.

Yang Yuanqing was stunned. He heard that this was Yu Wenji's voice. Who is he scolding?

"Get out! I never want to see you again, get out!"

"Okay, I'll go!"

Yang Yuanqing saw a burly figure rushing out of Yu Wenji's tent.

"Yuwen Chengdu!"

Yang Yuanqing recognized him immediately, and he hurriedly met him, "General Yuwen."

Yuwen Chengdu recognized Yang Yuanqing, and he smiled bitterly, "It's you! Why don't you go to the big tent to receive rewards?"

"The reward has been completed and promoted to a hundred people."

Yuwen Chengdu was stunned, "How could you, you are the master of robbing the flag! You should have been promoted to three levels in a row, because you are the commander...?"

"No!" Yang Yuanqing shook his head, "It's hard to describe. I atone for my two subordinates and remove two levels."

Yuwen Chengdu understood, and he sighed a little emotion: "It is their luck to have a leader like you under your command, and I...ah!"

He sighed a long time, feeling for his loyalty to Yu Culture and such a villain.

"General Yuwen, let's have a walk!"

Yuwen Chengdu nodded silently and walked slowly towards the back camp with Yang Yuanqing.

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Chapter completed!