Many disabled soldiers stood in the crowd, looking at the scene in front of them, their eyes filled with tears unknowingly.
Because, His Royal Highness Jian Guo personally came to see off Pao Ze who died in the battle!
Zhu Hongyu's personal attendance gave them all the urge to die for their confidants.
One by one, the clay pots were placed in the designated tombs, and Zhu Hongyu personally stepped forward to cover each tomb with soil.
Generally speaking, after Ming army soldiers died in battle, their bodies were cremated and their ashes were sent to their families.
Either the family members may bury them independently, or they may bury them in a unified martyrs cemetery.
However, the Ming army who died in the Zhoushan defense battle was an exception.
Most of the soldiers of the Zhoushan Ming Army were reorganized from the original Zhoushan Rebel Army.
Due to years of war, most of the rebel soldiers in Zhoushan are single and single.
No family at all!
Or your family is on Zhoushan Island.
Therefore, Zhu Hongyu made the decision himself.
The funerals of these soldiers are organized by the military government.
The air is full of solemnity and solemnity!
At some point, a hazy drizzle started to fall in the sky.
The raindrops fell and fell on the ground, mixing with the sand and soil on the ground, turning into a veritable muddy water.
Zhu Hongyu's cloak and military uniform were gradually getting wet from the rain.
One of the guards wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but Zhu Hongyu refused.
"There's no need to hold an umbrella. Gu also fought hard in the battle formation, so he's not so squeamish!"
The guard looked hesitant and spoke.
"Your Highness, it's rainy and cold, your body..."
Zhu Hongyu waved his hands firmly and said.
"The men and women were all caught in the rain, and the wounded were all standing in the rain. How could I hold an umbrella?!"
He stood in the heavy rain, letting the cold rain hit his face.
But the expression on his face didn't change at all!
Cold, serious, and extremely majestic!
The guard respectfully withdrew.
Not long after, loud war songs rang out around the monument.
"The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, fame and fortune follow the dust and dirt!"
"Looking at China, the people are suffering and the fertile land for thousands of miles is barren!"
"Look at the world, if all the barbarians are gone, only one man can make up for what's left in the empire!"
"A good man, don't care about his parents, he only cares about the common people and not the master!"
"Hold the ninety-nine steel sword and kill all Hu'er before we stop!"
"Why am I a man, a horse and a cow for the Tartars?!"
"A strong man drinks all the wine in his bowl and never looks back on a thousand-mile journey!"
"The golden drums are beating together and the crowd is roaring, and the yellow dragon will not stop until it is defeated!"
"..."
The soldiers of the Ming army sang the Red Turban Army war song in unison with low and hoarse voices.
The pride and magnanimity in it fully infected their emotions!
Back then, their ancestors had followed Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty and sang the Red Scarf Army’s war song to drive out the Tartars and restore China!
Drive the Tatars, who have enslaved the Han people for hundreds of years, out of the Central Plains!
Save this great country and nation from the abyss of sinking!
Now, more than two hundred years have passed, and the tragedy of Shenzhou Luchen has begun again. The Qing captives have entered the pass, and the Han people have once again become inferior people.
Naturally, they must stand up and follow His Highness Jian Guo, hold high the banner of the Ming Dynasty, and fight bravely to regain the country.
As the military songs resounded, the morale of the Ming army increased.
Everyone in the Ming army seemed to feel the eyes of their ancestors watching through time.
That look seemed to tell them that as long as you are here, China will not perish!
Even the military uniforms all over his body were soaked by the rain.
The cold rainwater flowed down the trousers and into the leather boots. The soles of the feet became ice cold, and no one made the slightest move.
Because Zhu Hongyu didn’t move either!
Pairs of leather boots stepped on the stagnant water, causing water to splash everywhere.
People kept coming forward and burying clay pots in the tomb.
"Shot!"
A messenger shouted loudly, and his voice was heard far away in the rain.
A Ming army musketeer raised his musket and pointed the muzzle diagonally at the sky.
Then the trigger was pulled!
Bang! Bang!
Due to the rain, the gunpowder was damp, so the gunfire was sparse and irregular.
But the movements of the Ming army musketeers were uniform, and everyone seemed to be carved from the same mold.
No confusion at all!
Streams of gunpowder smoke floated up, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye under the curtain of rain.
Zhu Hongyu personally stood up and recited the memorial text, his voice was gentle and clear.
But it is filled with a force that seems to be able to shake mountains, rivers and seas.
"The Qing captives are ruthless, the mountains and rivers are discolored, the people are separated, and the world is mourning..."
"Fortunately, I have a loyal and good man who is not afraid of swords, dangers, and obstacles. He is brave but not timid. He is strong and sharp, and he is courageous. He marches for the king and protects him. He puts his life and death at risk. He sticks to the isolated city without collapse. His clothes are stained with blood without defeat.
retreat!"
"Wow, my soldiers of the Ming Dynasty are so strong!"
"Wow, my son of the Han family is so strong!"
"..."
Zhu Hongyu's voice was full of emotion as he read the memorial text.
There were dozens of loud-sounding soldiers around him, who were also reciting together.
The rich voice contains power and spreads quickly!
When Zhu Hongyu put down the memorial text, the whole army shouted in unison.
"Wan Sheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious! Long live His Royal Highness the Jianguo!"
"..."
Zheng Chenggong stood a position behind Zhu Hongyu, his chest also filled with pride, and he followed the chorus of the troops.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Zhu Hongyu really understood how to gather military morale!
After dying in battle, to be given such an honor and to be personally paid homage by the Supervisor State, how many of the Qiu Ba’s in the world can refuse?!
Under such circumstances, it is no wonder that Zhu Hongyu has such strong control over the Liberation Army!
When it was said that the chief officers of each unit would be mobilized and rotated, all the chief officers of each unit would be mobilized according to the order, and no one dared to disobey the order!
Thinking of this, Zheng Chenggong suddenly came up with the idea of completely handing over the general power to Zhu Hongyu and letting Zhu Hongyu help him train his troops.
The Zheng family has a lot of troops. The combined naval and land armies always have 20,000 to 30,000 troops!
But there are not many troops with real combat effectiveness!
Fortunately for the navy, the Zheng family's history of running rampant across the sea for decades is not hidden.
But as for the army, Zheng Jun is really good at stretching his hips.
…
Among the crowd, Wu Laoliu stood in front of the infantry battalion he commanded, with the rank of major on his shoulders shining brightly.
From beginning to end, he never took his eyes away from Zhu Hongyu.
His eyes were full of respect, admiration and other emotions.
He is a veteran who followed Zhu Hongyu when he was a cavalryman in the mine.
After several years of fighting, even though his performance in the army was not outstanding, he still managed to get the position of battalion commander based on his qualifications.
It can be said that he has been witnessing how the Liberation Army system has developed and grown step by step from beginning to end.
In just over three years, His Highness Jianguo has created such a foundation and achieved victory after victory.
As a witness, he witnessed Zhu Hongyu's greatness and was full of admiration and respect for Zhu Hongyu.
I have no doubt in my heart that His Highness the Governor can lead them to expel the Tartars and restore China!
After the funeral was over, the various units of the Ming army returned to the camp in an orderly manner according to different organizations.
Wu Laoliu took off his wet clothes and took a hot bath.
After changing into dry clothes, Wu Laoliu said to the adjutant beside him with a voice full of emotion.
"Today's funeral makes me want to wait until I die in battle and be buried in the Martyrs Cemetery!"
"No matter how timely my own incense offering is, how can it keep up with today's scene!"
"The sorrow of life and death is the real sorrow of life and death!"