The "Solace to the Souls" held by the Religious Affairs Office at the foot of Chengmai City was a great success. The Senate believed that enough people had been killed, and there was no need to torture the dead in any mysterious way. So whether it was beheading in public or hanging the corpse on
The trees were hung from Chengmai all the way to Qiongshan, and even the ancient "Jingguan" was not built. The prisoners and migrant workers set up several large funeral pyres near the sea, burned the corpses, and built several elaborate temples.
The ashes were buried in a mass grave and a "monument to the fallen" was erected. The church, the New Taoist Church and the monks who were recruited on the spot held a religious ceremony for three consecutive days in the local area, which made Wu Shimang and the others staggered from exhaustion, and on the day of burning the corpse,
The stench even made them lose their appetite for several days.
The rituals of the dead were performed for the living to see. After this large-scale religious ceremony, not only the people in Chengmai, but also in Qiongshan, Ding'an, Wenchang and other places also had a great change in their view of the "Kung Thieves", and even
On the mainland, Kun Thief's reputation for benevolence and righteousness also spread.
Everyone was talking a lot, saying that the Fubo Army not only collected the enemy's corpses and buried them, but also held ritual ceremonies to liberate the souls of the dead and erect monuments to commemorate them. Obviously, they were not cruel and rude people.
The total number of Fubo Army's dead including missing persons was 161. Originally, He Ying wanted to make coffins on the spot and transport them back to Cuigang for burial. However, Liu Muzhou thought it would be better to cremate them on the spot and then send the urns back for burial.
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"This is not good." He Ying has investigated the local folk customs. "The habit of burial is deeply ingrained. Let's change it to cremation..."
"The cremation system must be promoted from now on." Liu Muzhou said, "This war is an opportunity. If we want to take care of all the old social systems, we don't have to do anything. Let's start with our own people!"
At a ceremony held for the fallen of the Fubo Army, an infantry battalion remaining in Chengmai lined up and fired three volleys, followed by twelve artillery pieces firing three times. The military flag was lowered to the ground in mourning. Everything was very solemn and solemn. Finally, the military band
Playing "Stay with Me". Even the most arrogant veteran officers shed tears at this time for the death of the indigenous soldiers they had always regarded as cannon fodder.
The army gained dignity in the ceremony to commemorate the fallen. This dignity comes not only from the officers and soldiers, but also from those who taught them new killing weapons and tactics. The army is not a simple tool, it is made up of people.
He Ming thought to himself, I hope all the elders can understand this truth. He looked at the blazing fire on the seaside, with black smoke rising into the sky. He added a lot of camphor and cypress firewood to make the smell in the air less smoky than it was a few days ago.
It made him sick. The sea breeze would disperse the smoke from time to time, making the air much better. He quietly asked the adjutant beside him: "Is the car ready?"
"The car is already here," the adjutant whispered.
As soon as the ceremony is over, he will return to Lingao to participate in the formulation of the next military action plan. First, there will be military operations on the front lines of Qiongshan, Wenchang, and Ding'an, and then there will be the establishment of security companies in each county.
After the ceremony, he immediately returned to the temporary headquarters. Zhu Quanxing, commander of the 6th Infantry Battalion who stayed in Chengmai, was waiting for him.
"I have to rush back to Ma Niao immediately." He Ming said simply, "After I leave, the Chengmai working team will arrive in the next few days. You must help the working team establish our authority around Chengmai as soon as possible, especially
Public security improvement.”
"Yes, I will try my best to do it."
"You must do your best, but you must do it with 'cooperation'." He Ming emphasized this point, "You must clearly distinguish priorities."
Zhu Quanxing said loudly: "Yes, I understand!"
"It's good that you understand. This time the troops returned to defense and only your 6th battalion was left behind. They had to engage in security operations without any rest. The soldiers may be a little complaining. You should pay more attention to the movements of the troops.
"Director Wei said that the condolences group to Chengmai will be here soon. The merit evaluation has also begun - this will attract a large part of the soldiers' attention."
The jeep was running along the bumpy post road, and Shan Daoqian's captive construction team had not yet built the road to Chengmai. It started to rain outside, and the rainwater poured on the windshield, and the wind swirled the rainwater into the car.
His military uniform was wet. He Ming sat alone in the back seat of the jeep. The sound of raindrops splashing on the carport was so dense that it was almost inaudible. He looked outside through the window. The flowing rain made the sound outside
The scenery was blurry. He said to the driver: "Drive slower!"
"Yes, Comrade Commander."
He closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating, but in fact his heart was a little unstable.
Bad news has been coming from Ma Niao in the past few days: there are rumors that some senators have objections to his combat operations, thinking that the results are unsatisfactory despite the waste of money, and they want to launch an impeachment against him in the Senate. This rumor
, which caused a lot of discussion among the veteran officers who had returned to Ma Niao Base. Many people complained.
He Ming didn't care about such remarks - after all, the battle had been won, and the debate was nothing more than the size of the results. He personally did not attach much importance to his own honor. After all, he was already the People's Commissar of the Army, and he would not be promoted again.
He has reached a higher position. And he believes that his qualifications, prestige and daily conduct are enough to defeat any bad intentions against him.
The first task of the army now is to quickly occupy the entire island. He thought that he must start taking action immediately to make full use of the residual power of this victory. Thinking of this, he put the unhappiness behind him. Thinking about returning to Ma Niao
What should be done and who should be sent to organize the guard company.
The army base under construction was bustling with activity. The troops returning from Chengmai had resumed their daily training after a few days of rest. The officers and soldiers had won a great victory and their morale was high.
Today they did not formally launch a military parade, but issued an order to "organize the military appearance!"
Everyone immediately knew that a big shot was coming from Bairen to review the market army.
So everyone got busy. Cleaning the barracks, wiping the windows, cleaning the gunfire field...and then the endless personal housework. Cleaning the guns and weapons; washing and mending the flags - although the flags were only made before the war.
Yes, but it had long been worn out after a big battle; officers and non-commissioned officers polished their sabers, and the cobblers and blacksmiths in the camp were busy repairing sabers, shoes and various equipment.
Even the militiamen and civil servants who participated in the war were ordered to clean up their appearance. They had haircuts, shaves, baths, washing and mending clothes. The militiamen and civil servants were flattered - they thought they were just people going to work, but they did not expect that the elders and leaders also
They need to be "reviewed". Everyone is saying that generous rewards will be given after the review.
Yang Zeng got a haircut and shaved his beard in his dormitory. He put on a brand new uniform. He got this new uniform this year and has never been willing to wear it. He took it out during this review and wore it during the expedition.
His clothes were already in tatters, so he had already given his old uniform to the logistics department and received a new uniform coupon. Many people had received new uniforms, but he was not in a hurry - because he heard the battalion commander accidentally said that it would be very easy to get a new uniform.
It's time to change to a new style of uniform soon - it will be more sophisticated than the current one.
The orderly Wei Darong was packing his armed belt and combat boots. Wei Darong was a young man who looked like a child. He sat on a small bench, carefully oiled his boots, and polished the metal of the armed belt with powder ground from broken tiles.
pieces to make them look shiny.
"Company Commander! I wonder who will come to review us?"
"I don't know, they are probably people from the executive committee." Yang Zeng, as an army officer, knows more about the political system of the crossing group, "I think there will probably be a leader."
"Is Chief Wen the new emperor?"
"No -" Yang Zeng smiled casually, "Of course not, the Australian emperor is in Australia, and Chief Wen's title is 'Chairman'."
"What kind of official is the chairman? Magistrate? General?"
Yang Zeng couldn't think of how high an official he should be. However, he was a bandit and fled to Hainan when he couldn't survive on the mainland. He has more experience than the average person. "I think he is a bachelor or something."
Wei Darong was still not satisfied because he didn't know what a bachelor was.
"...Like a prime minister!" Yang Zeng finally came up with a suitable explanation.
"That's right." The orderly finally understood a little bit, "Your boots are ready."
Yang Zeng put on his boots and put on his armed belt, and the orderly hung the command knife on him. There was a full-length mirror in the officer's dormitory. He looked at himself carefully in the mirror and felt very powerful. He thought of himself holding a match rope in Gouer Manor.
Guarding the village gate with guns was only three years ago, but now it feels as distant as it did in my previous life.
"Hang up the stars." Wei Darong brought a wooden box.
The box contains the symbols of newly issued medals. In order to enhance the sense of honor of soldiers and staff, the Senate conducted a bidding process to formulate a medal system. According to this system, a batch of medals and medals were reissued.
The medal that Yang Zeng received is relatively simple: the National Defense Service Medal - a flying dragon under the service logo. This is awarded to military personnel who serve in the army on schedule, obey orders, obey commands, and complete service tasks loyally and perfectly. They have served for almost one full year.
Anyone who is 30 years old can get it. Then there is the medal for promotion to Lieutenant: a silver star on a bronze base. Then there is the Outstanding Service Medal: used to commend outstanding achievements in combat and training. It cannot obtain the third-class military medal.
Those who have made minor meritorious deeds will receive medals of commendation. The medals are symbolized by the hidden flower of the service on the red base.
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"Company Commander, you have so many medals." Looking at the medals hanging on his chest, Wei Darong said with envy. He only had an enlistment training medal, and his military rank was that of a second-class soldier.
"They are all ordinary commemorative medals." Yang Zeng said, "As long as you work hard, you can get something." In his eyes, the most valuable among these medals is the Pingding Lingao Commemorative Medal. Although it is just a commemorative medal, it represents seniority.
——Only those soldiers who served the Australians for the first time can get it: those who participated in the capture of Goujiazhuang and the suppression of bandits in Lingao. Yang Zeng was a prisoner in the previous battle, but he soon became a later
A battle for the warriors.
However, Yang Zeng knew that he would soon receive a medal with a real different response. The battalion commander had already talked with him and promoted him to a second-class military medal recipient.
If there are no objections after the attack, you will definitely get it, and the meaning of receiving the military medal this time will be different. It was awarded after the victory review of the entire army, and the honor is much higher than the usual second-class military medal.
After becoming a company commander, he gained military merit, and then he climbed up step by step. He thought of his battalion commander - maybe it won't be long before he himself will be the battalion commander.
Yang Zeng rattled the chain of the command knife in his hand, feeling a little elated. He looked at his light infantry ribbon and carefully pulled it neatly. Then he took out the officer's revolver and looked at it carefully before inserting it back.
Inside.
"How about it?"
"You look so majestic!" Wei Darong praised sincerely.
"Yes." Yang Zeng looked at his appearance again, "Tell the company sergeant that I will check the hygiene of the barracks this afternoon! Tell him to clean it up."
The next day, the entire Ma Niao camp was as shiny and spotless as a brand-new coin, waiting for the arrival of the condolences group.
The five battalions lined up on the grand battlefield of Ma Niao Base. Following the sound of the bugle, each company, with bayonets and fluttering military flags moving, formed a formation at certain intervals according to the orders of the officers.
There are newly sewn military flags in front of each company, and the flags display all kinds of strange patterns in the wind. The artillery carriages, even the wheels, are cleaned and arranged neatly, and each door is polished.
The shining cannons were unfolded. Everyone was wearing freshly washed uniforms, and the soldiers' armed belts and leggings were tied as tight as possible. The officers were wearing all their medals and newly issued white gloves.
, the copper ornaments on the scabbard of the command knife were polished brightly.
Every officer and soldier feels that he is insignificant, that he is just a grain of sand in this sea of people. At the same time, he feels that he is powerful, and feels that he is a member of this huge and powerful whole.
He Ming, Dongmen Chuiyu, Wei Aiwen, Panda and others looked into the distance. According to the notification on the phone, the condolences team will arrive at Ma Niao at ten o'clock in the morning.
"Coming, coming." As a messenger arrived, a low whisper spread.
The agricultural vehicle that the members of the condolence group were riding in stopped far away, and the officers and soldiers on the field saw a group of people walking towards them.
He Ming knew that those who came were Chairman of the Executive Committee Wen Desi, Prime Minister of the Central Government Affairs Council Ma Qianju, Manufacturing Director Zhan Wuya and a group of people's committee members and ministers. The entire condolence group was of a very high level.
He saw that Wen Desi and others had arrived at the reviewing stand less than ten meters away from the first square formation, and he immediately greeted them. At this time, Dongmen Chuiyu issued the command "Stand at attention!" behind him.
Like raindrops, the square formation made a neat sound, like waves rolling over.
He Ming walked up to Wen Desi and saluted:
"Representative of the Senate!" He Ming shouted loudly, "please review the troops! Field Army Commander He Ming!"
Wen Desi raised his hand to return the salute. Then, accompanied by him, he walked to the flank of the first battalion, and the trumpeter of the first battalion played a march. Wen Desi raised his hand slightly, and then said a few words to the battalion commander and the soldiers.
With words of encouragement and condolences, the 1st Infantry Battalion shouted loudly: "Serve the people of the Senate!" followed by rhythmic shouts, continuous, like huge waves, from one end of the training ground to the other.
Yang Zeng stood in front of his company. He had never been so proud and proud. He could feel the same emotion that everyone in the team felt - the spirit of selflessness. He proudly felt that the strength of his collective was strong, and he was so important to creating this
A passionate admiration for the military figure.
The elders walked to Yang Zeng's company, and Wang Luobin seemed to remember the officer in front of him - he was the best Minie rifle shooter at the time.
"This is--"
"Yang Zeng." He Ming introduced, "Commander of the light infantry company of the 1st Infantry Battalion."
"Your marksmanship is very accurate!"
"Yes!" He was so nervous that he could hardly speak.
Wen Desi asked: "Has he made any meritorious deeds?"
"Rated second-class merit."
"What a good man." Wen Desi said and slowly walked forward.
Yang Zeng felt a huge sense of happiness enveloped his heart, making him dizzy. At this moment, even if he was asked to hold a rifle to attack thousands of enemies by himself, he would do it without hesitation.
As Wen Desi and others marched, cheers went from company to company, bugles were playing, and military drums were beating. The sounds became louder and louder, converging into a deafening roar.
The soldiers looked at the chiefs. It was the first time for many of them to see the demigod-like chiefs at close range. They were all very tall, wearing the most ordinary uniforms, without armed belts, boots, medals and medals.
Any mark of honor. They are so simple, with serious or tolerant expressions on their faces, waving and nodding to the officers and soldiers. The soldiers are held in their hearts by a kind of love from the bottom of their hearts: the leaders control endless resources.
Wealth has the power of ghosts and gods, but their appearance and dress do not look like an official, or even a rich man. This simple and easy power makes the soldiers feel ecstatic and friendly one by one, and they can't help but let out bursts of laughter.
The cheers grew louder and louder.
Then the senators came to the queue of militiamen and civil servants. Although the queue here was not as neat as that of the army, their love and affection still made them give out loud cheers that were no less impressive.
Wen Desi stopped and raised his hands to greet the countless dark-skinned farmer faces that seemed almost identical to him:
"Good job, comrades!"
A deafening cheer erupted on the training ground. The cheer was not as uniform as that of the army, but it contained unparalleled enthusiasm. Many people in the team burst into tears - this was the respect they had never received in their decades of life.
.Not just as a common people forced to do hard labor.
Wen Desi finally said: "Everyone of you, every comrade, on behalf of the Senate and on behalf of all the people, I sincerely express my gratitude for everything you have done."
He looked at the people on the training ground:
"You have received the military flag awarded to you by the Senate and the people. You are worthy of the honor and mission of the military flag."