Chapter 28: Transporting Corpse Thousands of Miles
Update time:2012-10-03
A man's tears are not shed lightly.
Sad things are inevitable.
The soul has returned, the soul has returned, and the blissful and thick soil has also returned.
All the heroism and heroism are gone, and there is only a soft blood in the chest.[
Whether it is killing slaves to serve the country or saving our compatriots from dire straits, it is not as vivid and powerful as the corpses in front of us.
There was a trace of blood in the cold corpse; the dilated pupils, the expression of sorrow and struggle could still be seen.
The thin line between life and death is so close, yet separated by yin and yang.
It's hard to see your loved ones again. What other tragic things can be more tragic and more heart-wrenching than this in the world.
Zeguo Jiangshan entered the war map, how can the people live in peace and happiness in Qiaosu?
Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, because one general will make thousands of bones wither!
After a few years, who will still remember them, and who will pay homage to these ghosts wandering among the white mountains and black waters.
There is no joy of receiving a large reward after the war, no joy of surviving the catastrophe, but only deep sadness for the deceased.
Although kindness does not control soldiers, kindness is human nature.
Shi Dayong is not a hero of love and loyalty, he is also moved and shouts to the sky, just for the loyal warriors who sacrifice their lives to serve the country.
He bowed again and again, and kowtowed again and again, until his forehead was stained with blood before he was persuaded to stop by his subordinates who came after hearing the news.
Seeing the mourning of the guardsmen, everyone on the mountain was moved, and countless people shed tears.
I dare to ask the Ming army, who can give such a great gift to these small soldiers who died in battle!
Justice is in the heart of the people.
The garrison master has tried his best. He did not mount his horse and run for his life like those dog officers, but truly lived and died with Songshan up and down.
With such a general, even death is worth it!
If you go into battle and kill the enemy, no one will die.
On the day of surrendering, it was considered as if he had eaten this bowl of decapitated rice. He lived day by day, and there was no need to think about the future today.[
If he really died, he had done his loyalty to the emperor, so he would not have eaten the emperor's food in vain and stained the name of the army.
After death, if you can receive the three-kneel-and-nine-kowtow ceremony from the garrison master, your life will not be in vain, your killing of the Tartars will not be in vain, and this battle will not be in vain.
"My lord, you don't have to be like this. Brothers are grateful for your kindness. The trip to Huangquan was not in vain!" Jiang Wanli looked at Shi Dayong sadly. He didn't expect that this dignified guard could actually kneel down and kowtow. You must know that this is a great gift.
, I only worship the emperor and relatives of heaven and earth, why did I worship for my subordinates and soldiers? If it were spread out, I would be ridiculed by the scholars as not knowing the etiquette of the saints.
"Besides paying homage, what else can I do for them? I owe them a debt of gratitude."
Silently getting up from the ground, and slowly glancing at Huang An and other officers, Shi Dayong suddenly said word for word: "I have made up my mind to collect the dead brothers one by one. I must return all the corpses so that the souls of the dead can return to their hometown."
"Return with all the corpses?"
After hearing this order, the subordinates were all stunned and looked at Shi Dayong in disbelief.
Ignoring the surprise of his subordinates, Shi Dayong emphasized: "Even if it is just one finger, we must find it for our brothers!"
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Huang An and Shao Wu, two general managers, looked at each other. It was impossible to preserve the corpses in this hot weather. It would take less than a day for them to grow and become rotten corpses. Not to mention that the smell of corpses was unpleasant, they said that this was used to hold the corpses.
Where to find the coffin for the body?
These are seven to eight hundred people, not seven or eight people. Where did Songshan get the money to buy coffins for them? Even if he had the money, where would he buy them?
Mr. Shi's heart was good, and he wanted to bring the brothers back to their roots, but it was really unrealistic to be so far away.
All the generals looked bitter if anyone dared to take on such a challenge, but seeing the solemn look on the guard's face, no one dared to speak.
Finally, Jiang Wanli, who had followed halfway, spoke up. He said to Shi Dayong:
"Sir, it's the scorching summer, and it's not easy to preserve corpses. This place is very close to our Songshan Mountain. It's only sixty or seventy miles away. If we hurry and take our time, we can always transport the corpse back before it rots. But brothers come from all over the place, and I'm the only one who comes from all over the place."
As for the brothers of the cavalry battalion, they are scattered everywhere outside the pass, not to mention that the Wuyong Second Battalion was brought from inside the pass by the Lord. To transport the whole body back would be to transport the corpse thousands of miles, and the cost is not small."
When it came to this, seeing Shi Dayong unmoved, Jiang Wanli had no choice but to persuade again: "Many of the brothers have their hands and feet separated, many have half of their bodies, and many have their intestines lying on the ground. This is different from the Tatars."
The corpses are so mixed together that it is really difficult to put them all together, and even if they can't argue, it will be better to bury the brothers nearby and put them to rest."
After hearing what Jiang Wanli said, Huang An hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, what General Jiang Qian said is true, and the general also agrees that he will be buried nearby."
Shao Wu also said: "My brothers have accepted your wishes, but we really don't have the ability to return the body intact. It is common practice to bury it nearby. Brothers, I will not blame you."
Shi Hai, Guo Er and other generals also agreed, saying that transporting corpses thousands of miles away was not advisable. Even Guo Yi, who had always listened to Shi Dayong's words the most, shook his head. Li Dashan, with the support of Lao Wu and Lao Liu, also hesitated.
He hesitated and said it would be better to bury him nearby.
At first, Shi Dayong just listened quietly, but when he heard that none of his subordinates agreed with him, he couldn't help but get angry. He suppressed his anger and asked: "Okay! You all said that transporting corpses thousands of miles away is not advisable.
Then I ask you, if it were you who died, would you like to be able to return to your homeland, or would you rather be buried in this foreign land forever, without your relatives even being able to see you for the last time!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was startled. Immediately you looked at me and I looked at you. After a while, they all lowered their heads subconsciously.
The leaves fall back to their roots, and they are buried next to their parents’ graves after death. During the Qingming Festival, they receive pieces of paper, money, incense and incense from their children and grandchildren. Who wouldn’t want to?[
It's just that someone else died, and no matter how painful it is, it's hard to think of oneself. In order to save trouble, they are naturally willing to bury their dead brothers nearby. But ask themselves, can they really bear to see these brothers buried in this foreign land?
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The silence of his subordinates made Shi Dayong feel more and more that he was right. He should transport the bodies of these dead soldiers back to their hometowns and hand them over to their relatives. Only in this way can he fulfill his duty as a commander.
Although he died in battle, he died in a foreign land. Chinese people say that when a leaf falls, it returns to its roots. In such a declining world in later generations, there is still a righteous deed of transporting corpses thousands of miles away, not to mention that this ancient custom still exists today.
"I don't care what you think, in short, these brothers came to me, Shi Dayong, and I have to send them home. I can't send back the living people, but I must send them back the corpses and souls.
Only when I hand it over to their relatives can I feel at ease!"
"Don't give me any excuses. No matter how hard it is, you have to get it together. No matter how hard it is, you have to be lucky! If you don't want to do it, I will do it myself!"
The words were categorical and no one was allowed to object. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the dead Lao Zhou. He gently bent down, put Lao Zhou's body on his shoulders, and walked step by step towards the people carrying food.