More than 300 living lives ended abruptly in Wushan.
"Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis. One general will make thousands of bones wither."
At the foot of Wucheng Mountain, Huaiyu looked at the rows of corpses on the ground with a heavy heart. A day ago, these people were still full of enthusiasm, thinking about the young men who had made meritorious deeds by killing prisoners on the battlefield.
Some of them are fathers, some are sons, they are the sons of soldiers in the government, some are powerful sons of Longyou, and some are local strongmen who have been temporarily recruited. But at this time, they are all lying there silently, their lives end here, and there will be no future.
It came to a full stop.
"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, why return them wrapped in horse leather!"
"The soul returns!"
As the general manager of the hospital camp, Wu Huaiyu, who had just won a great victory, now put on his Taoist robes, held a sword in his hand, and built a simple altar at the foot of Wucheng Mountain.
He held a salvation ceremony for the fallen Tang army soldiers.
This was not Huaiyu's idea, but the request of the entire hospital battalion. After the warriors were over, it was a common practice to have monks and Taoists perform deeds to liberate the souls of the dead. Now that the army has a ready-made disciple of Lou Guan master, there is no need for it.
Find outsiders.
Everyone believes that Wu Huaiyu will be able to save these robes by doing it himself.
The dead hospital soldiers and civilian husbands sorted out their remains, wiped their bodies, and even put on clean clothes. Only a few that were too tragic and blurry were wrapped in horse leather.
Build a skeleton platform for the capital to watch, bury fallen brothers, treat wounded soldiers, build camps, herd horses and mules, repair armor and weapons,
I have to say, this is a bit perverted.
There was no coffin, but they were buried wrapped in horsehide skinned from the battlefield. They were buried with soil and then erected a stone tombstone with the names, ages, and origins of the fallen soldiers engraved on it. In the future, if conditions permit, their bones can be returned to their hometowns, or they can be allowed to die.
Family members came to collect the bones.
Huaiyu gave an order, and the soldiers of the hospital battalion carried these sacrificed comrades into the pit that had been dug.
Four feet seven deep.
Now the two of them live in the same tent, but Fan Xuanfu always talks to him about etiquette and cannot exceed even half a step. It is very painful to see that he can't eat.
He had a premonition that there would be another war.
Fortunately, in the military camp, the soldiers were not so picky, and were even quite satisfied with the peculiar smell of marinated horse meat. They believed the news announced by the general manager that reinforcements from the general manager of Chai University were about to arrive, and everyone was relaxed.
Huaiyu was helpless, "Don't say those unlucky words, I just trust you."
The Han people have always attached great importance to resting in their graves.
On the east bank of the Zhanghe River, at the foot of Wucheng Mountain, Huaiyu looked relaxed on the surface, smiling when he greeted everyone. However, as he could not wait for reinforcements to arrive, he became more and more anxious. The Turkic camp on the opposite side became more and more anxious.
The lack of movement made him even more uneasy.
"Hasn't the general manager of Chai University been contacted yet?"
"The soul returns!"
Cremation requires a lot of firewood, so burial was eventually adopted.
The conditions on the battlefield are limited, and it is impossible to give every soldier a coffin, let alone send them back to their hometown. Especially now that the war is still going on and the weather is hot, corpses cannot be stored for a long time. They are easily susceptible to corruption and even breed virus plagues. They can only be disposed of in situ or cremated.
, or buried in the ground.
These rituals are not unfamiliar to Huaiyu. During the five years in Zhongnan Mountain, I have learned almost all of them.
The pit was dug by the fallen in the same team, and when they were buried, their comrades in the same team also covered it with soil.
Wu Junwei and others even ordered the heads of all the Turkic corpses to be chopped off, and then the left ears were cut off. The left ears were pickled with salt and preserved, and they would be taken to the camp for examination in the future.
As for the head that is missing its left ear, another layer is piled on top of the Jingguan, which is called the Skull Platform.
There is a lack of seasoning in the army, so the stewed horse meat is not delicious, especially in summer, it is not advisable to eat more horse meat, as it is easy to get angry and irritating.
A tower will be built above and a memorial to the fallen soldiers of the hospital camp will be placed in the tower to suppress these Turkic wolves forever.
"Let the brothers hurry up and build the camp. The faster the better and the stronger the better. Also, cut off the dead and injured horses on the battlefield, pickle them with salt, and smoke them. Don't waste it." Huaiyu
Looking at the still silent Turkic camp on the other side.
The soul returns,
It's the beginning of autumn, and it's cooler in the morning and evening, but it's still hot during the day. The horse meat is pickled with salt and then dried, but it still has some flavor.
Yesterday there was one person, today there is a handful of soil.
"I guess there is a Turkic army coming here from the Lanwei direction. I don't know why I sent three troops to Fu Qiang to report the news, but no one responded." Huaiyu looked at Fan Xuanfu, "I want you to
Hurry up and go to Fuqiang City for me to ask for help."
There are also some people who cannot be found, neither alive nor dead, so if a comrade-in-arms confirms that they have been killed in battle, they will take a piece of their military uniform. If they are not confirmed dead, they will be recorded as missing for the time being.
"Whether we fight or not is not up to us. We can only use troops to block the water and flood the soil. At least we should be more prepared to increase our ability to protect ourselves."
The stone tablets of different sizes were very rough and crude, and the words engraved on them were not very neat. They were written by literate people such as Ma Zhou in the army, and then the soldiers carved them with knives.
Fortunately, this location was chosen downwind and still some distance away from the Xinxing camp, otherwise who would have suffered this.
Huaiyu thought it was impossible. Although Chai Shao was a prince-in-law, he was also a famous general. Chang'an was not in such a critical situation at the moment. He had an intuition that told him that Chai Shao was nearby. The Qingqi he sent unexpectedly did not come back.
This made him even more convinced of this guess.
Dressed in silver armor and red robes, Fan Xuanfu looks extremely heroic as a soldier. His red phoenix eyes, inverted triangular back, small waist and long legs look very much like Zhao Min played by Zhang Min in the movie Yitian. He is very heroic.
Dark clouds rolled up in the sky, covering the sun.
Everyone was unanimous in their opinions and made strong demands. Huaiyu could not refuse. Finally, they brought all the Turkic corpses over in carts and horses.
However, in order to save food and be able to persist longer, Huaiyu asked everyone to eat horse meat these days to save food.
According to the traditional customs in some places in Guanzhong, if there are no children, three feet nine, one child will be four feet two, and if there are many children, four feet seven, Huaiyu will directly give up the four feet seven to all the war dead, although many of them are young people who have not yet been married.
people.
At noon, continue to eat horse meat,
The soul returns to its hometown.
They lay their corpses for twenty miles. Originally, Huaiyu could just dig a shallow pit and bury them on the spot to avoid the breeding of plague germs. However, many soldiers requested that the corpses of the Turks be sealed in the earth and built into a temple.
In front of Zhepaoze Cemetery.
Ma Zhou also specially wrote a monumental article, describing in detail the battle of Wucheng Mountain. His article was good. This battle, which actually only involved a few thousand people, made him feel soul-stirring. The soldiers of the hospital camp were brave and heroic.
Very well depicted.
Fan Xuanfu narrowed his long and narrow eyes, becoming cold and sharp, "You want to leave me? Don't even think about it." She shook her head, "I will stay with you, even if we die, I want our heads to be side by side by the Turks.
Put it together!”
"It's amazing that you can achieve such a record when you are just starting out. You are proud enough." Fan Xuanfu is now Huaiyu's personal soldier to the outside world. He follows him all day long as his personal bodyguard and lives in the same tent.
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Wash, drain, and stew.
"Are we going to fight again?"
The Turkic dead were not treated so well.
The season was wrong. Although a lot of salt was used, the marinated meat was still not very good, but it was still edible, just not very fresh.
More than a thousand Turk corpses were gathered and sealed with earth.
The pit is two feet long and six feet wide.
"The Qingqi messenger sent never returned. They all sent three people there, but there was no letter. I don't know what the situation is now. Could it be that the general manager of Chai Da has returned to Guanzhong?" Ma Zhou was also confused.
But those soldiers and even civilians were very active in doing this, and Huaiyu had no reason to stop them. More than 400 surviving Turkic prisoners carried the transported Turkic corpses on their backs, built them up, and then sealed the land...
"Bury the loyal bones and bury the robes!"
This strange calmness made him feel more and more uneasy.
"You send others." Fan Xuanfu refused, "Either we go back to Chang'an together, or we let the Turks put our heads together. Anyway, we share life and death together, and we will never leave!"
When he met such a girl, Huaiyu didn't know whether to say he was lucky in three lifetimes or evil in nine lifetimes. "I don't want to die here. I want to get married to you and have more than a dozen children with you in the future."
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"Bah, do you think I am a pig, giving birth to more than a dozen?" Fan Xuanfu, who was as ice-cold as ice, couldn't help but blushed at the rogue words, pouting, but feeling very sweet in his heart.
When you love someone, doesn’t it mean you want to get married and have children with them?
Love without the purpose of getting married or having children is just a hooligan!
