"PS: I'm still in my hometown. The second update is after 12 o'clock, so there is no supplementary update. I will wait until I get back."
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On August 15th, early in the morning, Chu Shuli, the head of the Daliang Mansion, took several family heads in the city to inspect the city.
It was not yet bright yet, but Chu Shuli could still clearly see the corpses all over the city wall, including those of allied soldiers and those of Wei soldiers. There was almost no place to stand in the pile.
Among these corpses, the defenders headed by Jin Ju, the guard at the south gate of Daliang City, were either wrapped in sheepskin blankets and taking a nap against the wall, or resting in groups of three or three back to back, snoring heavily.
Chu Shuli looked at each other with several family heads in the city behind him. Among them, an old man turned around and ordered a group of civilians who followed them: "Don't wake up the soldiers. Carry the remains of our soldiers off the wall so that the aftermath can be dealt with.
As for the corpses of the coalition forces... just take off their armor and push them down the city wall, then burn them all with fire."
"Yes." A group of civilians swarmed up the city wall. Some carried the bodies of the Wei soldiers into the city, while others stripped off the armor of the Chu soldiers, and then directly carried the bodies with only their robes left.
Push down from the city.
What? This is disrespectful to the deceased?
No, Daliang City can't take care of these red tapes at the moment. After all, there are too many corpses on the city wall, and there is simply not enough manpower to properly take care of these corpses. In this case, Daliang City must of course give priority to taking care of its own heroic sons.
As for the corpses of those enemy soldiers, to put it bluntly, the soldiers and civilians of Daliang City were extremely merciful if they did not cut them into pieces. How many heroes do you think Daliang City lost in that fierce battle yesterday?
Your son?!
"Bang——"
The body of a Chu soldier who had been stripped of his armor was pushed off the city wall and fell to the bottom of the city.
This noise shocked the sleeping Wei soldiers on the city wall to suddenly open their eyes and shout, "What's the noise? The enemy is attacking the city?"
"What?"
"Everyone, get up, get up!"
The Wei soldiers on the city wall were awakened one after another. Seeing this, Chu Shuli, the head of the Daliang Mansion, and the heads of the various families quickly comforted themselves and explained the origin of the noises just now.
Among them, Wei General Jin Ju reacted the most. He suddenly opened his eyes, waved the weapon tightly held in his right hand with a ferocious expression, and slashed the neck of a civilian worker who was carrying a corpse.
Although he saw clearly that the other party withdrew his force in time, the civilian husband was still scared to the point of sweating.
After coming back to his senses, the civilian husband smiled bitterly and said to the panting Jin Ju: "General Jin, you scared me to death."
Jin Ju cursed and said, "I'm the one who was scared... Are you going to move these corpses into the city?"
The civilian husband nodded and said: "We will move to the city for the time being and wait for the family to claim it..."
"What if no one claims it?" Jin Ju asked.
Because he knew that many of the people in Paoze who fought alongside their imperial guards yesterday had no relatives or friends, and some were even former rangers of the country. Jin Ju did not want the bodies of these heroic athletes to be left unclaimed after they died.
It can only be left to rot in the morgue.
At this moment, a voice came from not far away: "If no one claims the remains, our Daliang Mansion will send people to bury the ashes of these loyal men in earthen jars under the city. If the names can be found, they will be on the wall bricks."
If names cannot be found, we will inscribe "Unknown Martyrs". In the future, every Qingming Ghost Festival, our Daliang Mansion will specially offer sacrifices under the city wall to commemorate these martyrs."
Jin Ju raised his head when he heard the words, and then realized that the person who spoke was actually Chu Shuli, the governor of Daliang Mansion.
Seeing this, he quickly struggled to stand up and tried to salute the highest official in Daliang City, but Chu Shuli held down his shoulders first, forcing Jin Ju to sit down again.
It's not that Chu Shuli, a civil servant, is stronger than Jin Ju, it's just that after Jin Ju's hard battle yesterday, his strength has not yet recovered, and he is quite weak.
At this time, Chu Shuli pulled a rolling stone from the side, sat on it, and continued the conversation with Jin Ju.
"...According to the routine rules of the Wei Dynasty, the soldiers who died in battle should be buried with their armor on as a sign of respect. However...the new army in the city lacks armor and weapons. I hope that General Jin and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard will...
Don't be resentful for this." He said apologetically.
Indeed, in order to improve the treatment of Wei soldiers and the soldiers' sense of belonging to the country and the court, Zhao Run, the monarch of Wei State, asked the Ministry of Rites to add several items to the etiquette and law:
First, a Wei soldier who died heroically in the line of duty has the right to keep his armor and weapons. Moreover, this set of armor and weapons can be left to the soldier's family as a souvenir. Otherwise, the armor and weapons should be combined with the armor and weapons.
Burial (including cremation) is regarded as the country's respect for this heroic soldier; if someone intercepts the "burial armor" and trades it for someone else privately, enriching his own pocket, he will be executed immediately!
Secondly, in addition to enjoying the rights mentioned in the previous article, all Wei soldiers with a thousand generals or more should also receive a Wei flag to wrap the urn when they die.
These two items of money added to the "Etiquette" by the officials of the Ministry of Rites can be seen as an intuitive reflection of the highest honorary treatment given to the fallen soldiers by the Wei State.
But this time, Daliang City may not be able to do it. After all, the people in the city enthusiastically joined the army to surround the city, so much so that Daliang City even stripped the armor from the corpses of the allied forces and distributed them to the new soldiers in the city. How could they be willing to give up those battles?
Where is the armor of the dead Praetorian Guards?
Perhaps guessing the worries in Chu Shuli's heart, Jin Ju shook his head and said: "No one will be resentful for this, even the brothers of our Imperial Guard who sacrificed their lives. Jin only wants to inherit the armor of our Imperial Guard."
New soldier, please don't disgrace the armor he wears..."
"I can guarantee this matter like the general." Chu Shuli said seriously.
At this time, the people below the city had already brought drinks and meals to them one after another, including many children in their teens - these young and immature children were very frightened after seeing the corpses all over the city wall, and their little faces were frightened.
pale
, but still bravely, tremblingly, he lifted the basket full of food to the Wei soldiers on the wall. Immediately, the Wei soldiers laughed and patted their heads, boasting about "courage" and "good boy".
of.
During this period, a young man who was visually inspecting twelve and three came to Jin Ju with a basket. After handing the food to Jin Ju, he looked at the armor on Jin Ju's body that was covered with sword scratches and asked timidly.
Said: "General, if you die in battle, can I inherit your armor? I will bravely kill the enemy and defend the beam."
For a moment, the city wall became silent, and many Wei soldiers nearby, whether they were soldiers of the Imperial Guard, rangers, or militiamen who were assisting in the battle, were all dumbfounded.
Immediately, they burst out laughing.
Jin Ju himself was also amused. He reached out and touched the young man's head, then pointed to the armor on his body and said with a smile: "Boy, then you have to become stronger and braver. The armor on Jin's body
This set of armor will be reserved for the bravest soldiers."
"Yeah!" The little guy nodded solemnly: "I also went to the city during the street drills these past two days, but the soldiers there thought I was too young and neither gave me weapons nor allowed me to go up the city wall to fight with the enemy.
I’m actually very powerful, and none of the boys from the nearby streets can be my opponent.”
Jin Ju laughed.
Smiling, he felt that his weak body seemed to be full of strength, and there was even an inexplicable pride filling his heart: Even if we die in battle one after another, there will still be heirs. Unless there are no more men in Daliang City, otherwise this city will
, will never fall!
At this moment, the dull voice of a Wei soldier broke the happy atmosphere on the city wall: "The enemy troops have gathered outside the city..."
In an instant, the atmosphere on the city wall suddenly became cold. Those Wei soldiers who were still chewing food, who had been talking and laughing before, now became quiet and chewed food faster.
"You came so early..."
Jin Ju stood up, chewing the meat buns in his mouth, and watched the allied forces gathering outside the city.
Next to him, Chu Shuli, the principal of Daliang Mansion, sighed and said sadly: "I'm afraid today will be the same fierce battle as yesterday..."
"But the coalition forces were still unable to capture this city after all! Since I, Daliang, was able to repel them yesterday, I can do the same today!"
Jin Ju said confidently, not knowing where his confidence came from.
However, this unexplained confidence infected every soldier and civilian on the city wall.
At this time, Jin Ju turned to face the young man who wanted to inherit his armor, and said with a chuckle: "Boy, we have an agreement. If Jin dies in this battle, I will allow you to inherit me.
armor, but before that, you should go down to the city - next, it is our time."
From the side, Chu Shuli also called to the non-combatants on the city wall: "Carry the body down to the city quickly, don't delay on the city."
After a while, the corpses on the city wall were cleared away. The remains of the soldiers from the Daliang side were all transported into the city, while the corpses from the coalition side were pushed to the bottom of the city. This made the city wall that was originally littered with corpses suddenly become
It became spacious, leaving only a dark red bloodstain on the ground.
On this city that seemed to be completely red, the Imperial Guard soldiers headed by Jin Ju, including the rangers and guards who were assisting in the battle, were all standing upright on the city wall with weapons in their hands, either chewing food or drinking heavily.
Drinking wine, he looked indifferently at the coalition forces of various countries gathering outside the city.
Ten thousand enemy troops...
Twenty thousand enemy troops...
Fifty thousand enemy troops...
Soon, the coalition forces of various countries far outside the city gathered to an almost desperate number, but the expressions of the Wei soldiers on Daliang City remained indifferent and unmoved.
Perhaps after experiencing a fierce battle like yesterday, the Wei soldiers had no regard for life and death.
They have only one obsession in their hearts at this moment: Daliang, there is no room for failure!
"Woo-"
"Woo-"
A trumpet sounded from the coalition forces of various countries outside the city, which meant that today's siege battle had begun.
Seeing this, Jin Ju guzzled down a large bowl of strong liquor, then smashed the bowl in his hand to the ground, stared at his bloodshot eyes, and shouted viciously: "Brothers, get ready to fuck you."
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"oh!"
The Wei soldiers on the city wall responded in unison.
At the same time, in the Chu army's main formation outside the city, General Xiang Mo of Chu frowned and stared at Daliang City in the distance. In his ears, he could vaguely hear the heroic shouts of the Wei soldiers on the Daliang City Wall.
"call--"
Xiang Mo let out a long breath.
Thinking of Xiang Mo's half-life as a soldier, he had experienced many battles, but there had never been a city that made him feel so difficult.
He had to admit that his 1.5 million allied troops from various countries had overwhelmingly captured Wei's Song and Yingshui counties. It was supposed to be smooth sailing, but he never expected that in Daliang, he would be choked by the soldiers and civilians in Daliang City.
Lost momentum.
"If we still can't capture this city in the end, wait for the reinforcements led by King Zhao Run of Wei to arrive, I'm afraid..."
When he thought of the terrible result, Xiang Mo shook his head subconsciously and threw the bad estimate behind him.
"Daliang must be captured..."
Looking at the respectable old capital of Wei in front of him, Xiang Mo said secretly.