On the battlefield, death is fair.

The flying bullets and fragments will not distinguish between the sons of the marquis or the sons of the farmer when they "meet" people. They are fair in the face of death.

For generals, death is sometimes just a number.

When the war in Jerusalem ended, in the manor abandoned by the Turkish manor outside the city, in the brightly lit hall, Li Dingguo quietly listened to the report from the front line.

"...A total of 563 people were killed and 1,081 people were injured, of which more than half were seriously injured. The list was then sent to..."

Under the bright kerosene, the staff officer whispered to the Marquis of Xining to report the casualties in the battle between Jerusalem.

The battle lasted for three days, and now...it's finally over!

"Oh, it's finally over. I thought it would be defeated with one attack, but I never thought that the people in the city were so tenacious. We had already attacked the city, but they were still resisting there. Some troops attacked too quickly. When they entered the city, they didn't find themselves surrounded. Then when they retreated, half of them were left there. To put it bluntly, we probably lack the awareness of resistance to the locals. If we fight such a battle along the way, we must be mentally prepared."

The frowning generals were there, whispering.

In their understanding, as long as the Ming army used heavy artillery to blow the city walls, the resistance in the city would naturally collapse. However, the development of the war was beyond their expectations. In Jerusalem, the resistance in the city not only did not collapse, but even became more intense.

"Yes, this war is completely different from the war we think. No one in the Ottoman Empire likes the Turks. When we get here, it must be the common people who eat pots of slurry to welcome the king's army, but what about the people? They also have to fight with us with big swords. Men and women are like this. We should think things too simply. For the locals, we are still heretics in the final analysis..."

Faced with everyone's analysis, Li Dingguo said with a smile.

"The main reason is that this place is different. After all, this place is Jerusalem! It is understandable that they fight to the death."

After saying this, Li Dingguo thought about it and then said.

"Those who resist stubbornly will surely be burned by the army! Do you understand if you want to teach them how to know this?"

Some words do not need to be said explicitly, just mention them casually, and the officers and soldiers on the front line will know how to do it. In the 17th century... humanity? It's just a joke. Talking about humanity with the barbarians and benevolence and righteousness is just a pian to play the zither to a cow.

Just follow the customs of the countryside.

Civilization and barbarism must be educated first in ways that can be understood by barbarism. From the beginning, you can use civilization, morality, and benevolence and righteousness.

Do they understand?

Just when Li Dingguo issued this order, the officer reported again.

"Marty, among the fallen officers and soldiers, there are..."

The officer paused and said.

"There is the captain of the sixth team of the Third Battalion of Huben Town."

"Mu Guoxi?"

At first, Li Dingguo had not reacted yet, but Weng Zhiqi, who was standing beside him, said in shock.

"Is it the son of Marquis Lichuan?"

Perhaps, Weng Zhiqi and Marquis Lichuan were not familiar with Marquis Huang, but he was familiar with Marquis Huang of Kaiyuan. And Mou Guoxi was the godson of Marquis Kaiyuan.

After suddenly opening his eyes, Li Dingguo nodded and thought of who Mou Guoxi was.

"Okay, I understand. Report this to His Highness the Crown Prince!"

After saying this, he shook his head and sighed.

"Marquis Lichuan...is not easy!"

After a sigh, the entire hall immediately fell into silence. Several people in the army didn't know why the Xining Hou sighed like this.

This is the third son of the death of Marquis of Lichuan!

Originally, the Marquis of Lichuan had two sons entering the Martyrs' Temple, which had already set a "record" of the great ministers of the Ming Dynasty. Now, he had another son who died on the battlefield. How could this not make people sigh?

When receiving Li Dingguo's report, Zhu Heyu was stunned for a minute, and then sighed.

"It's really not easy for Marquis Lichuan!"

Closed his eyes and thought that the Mou family of Lichuan made sacrifices for the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Heyu said again.

"The eldest son Guoxi died in Dengzhou during the rebellion in Dengzhou. The third son Guoqing died in Jiangbei with Shi Kefa, and now Guoxi is killed in Jerusalem again..."

As if he had thought of something, Zhu Heyu said again.

"Guoxi was the son of Lichuan, who had a son from old age. If I remember correctly, it should have been born in Dalian in the 16th year of Chongzhen. Alas, the son of old age is extremely loved by him. How could the son of Lichuan bear the pain of losing his son!"

"The prince, death is inevitable on the battlefield. The Marquis of Lichuan naturally knew that it was dangerous in his life."

Listening to the staff's words, Zhu Heyu shook his head and said.

"I feel heartbroken for him!"

After shook his head and sighed, Zhu Heyu said again.

"It is not only for him, but also for the families of our more than 500 dead soldiers in the Ming Dynasty!"

Shaking his head, Zhu Heyu said coldly.

"Tell the Queen of Xining that not only will the world know that those who resist the power of heavenly soldiers will surely be the day when the soldiers arrive, they will also build a temple of heroes in Jerusalem, so that the natives can serve the spirits of our Great Ming soldiers for generations. Don't say what their holy land is, and what has anything to do with us. In addition, erect monuments to warn those who dare to offend the Hero Soul Hall will kill all the nine clans!"

When the cold words came out from Zhu Heyu's mouth, all the officials around him were trembling. They knew that Emperor Qian Sheng was different from the emperors of all dynasties, and that the royal education was different from the past, but they never thought that the prince was so...decisive.

Kill the Nine Clans!

In the Ming Dynasty, there was no such law, but the prince directly acted as a lie.

When everyone's faces changed slightly, Zhu Heyu ordered:

"Tell the Marquis of Xining that the bodies of the fallen soldiers must be found, burn the soldiers' remains into ashes, hand them to the rear and take them back to the country by boat, and buried them in the Martyrs' Temple. The Heroic Soul Temple in Jerusalem is a place of worship, but the leaves fall back to their roots, so our soldiers cannot die in a foreign land."

Although cremation was not mainstream in the Ming Dynasty, it would not be rejected by the people. Officials, scholars and merchants died in other places and would be burned into ashes and brought back to their hometown for burial. Of course, there were also those who transported coffins from thousands of miles back to their hometown, provided that there was the silver.

For the army, burning ashes is not everything to be simple. If you want to save that money, it is hundreds of corpses, and there is no way to transport them back to the country. After all, the corpses will rot on the road on the ship. Burning ashes becomes the best choice.
Chapter completed!