Chapter seven hundred and seventy-ninth the song of the soul of the fallen hero
When I returned to the organization again, the entire Xiqi King City was clearly filled with an indescribable emotion, and that was sadness!
A kind of sadness that is close to tragic, and in this sadness, there is also a tragic spirit.
This spirit has not appeared for a long time, but it can often be seen in the ancient murals in Xiqi Imperial City.
Things have changed, and many people have forgotten the tragic and bloody nature of those murals, and listened numbly to those legends and stories.
And now, this blood-smelling spirit is spreading again in this black royal city...
Returning from the war, although it is called victory, it is a real tragic victory...
The more than 200 warriors who went this time were all the best elites in Xiqi. In the battle of Fengdu, more than half of them were injured.
Some of them died in battle in the Fengdu underworld, and some died in the Changbai Mountains when they were contaminated by underground fire and burned to ashes.
However, the most senior and respected warrior Ji Yang in King Xiqi's city was shattered to pieces in this battle, and was burned by the earth's fire. Not even a hair was left behind.
Xiqi is a place with very close internal connections. Many people are related to each other or are close friends.
Most of the people have performed missions together, are comrades-in-arms, and have shared weal and woe through countless lives and deaths. This kind of emotion is unimaginable to outsiders.
The sacrifice of a large number of samurai this time unintentionally hurt the spirits of many people and plunged the entire Xiqi into grief.
I don't know since when, news spread like wildfire about everything seen in Fengdu Underworld and the decisive battle with the Queen of Hades a year later.
This news made everyone panic, and for a while everyone felt sad and despairing.
After Chen Zhi entered the royal city, he felt it was very quiet. It seemed that everyone had gathered elsewhere.
He was brought to the royal court by the lantern boy. Through the long corridor behind the royal court, they walked to the back of Ji's Elder House.
There is an undeveloped hilly area where the remains of Xiqi's royal family and famous warriors are laid.
The previous leader was buried there, and there were numerous tombstones, reminding people of Xiqi's thousands of years of glory and long history.
Chen Zhi saw that everyone was wearing black plain clothes and gathered in the middle, and the one standing in the middle was Bao Ping.
After everyone saw Chen Zhi coming, they all bowed slightly, and then consciously made way for Chen Zhi.
Chen Zhi passed through the crowd, reached Bao Ping's side, and looked forward.
In front of me was a large stone platform with ancient patterns carved on it. There were many little people in armor, which looked like a battle scene.
Behind the stone platform is a row of vertical tombstones.
Like all samurai tombstones, those tombstones have names engraved on them.
A tombstone at the front reads:
The chief warrior under the throne of Xiqi Zhou, Ji Shinan, the tomb of Ji Yang!
The stone for the tombstone was chosen from within Xiqi. It is a black stone that is rarely seen outside. The surface is rough but shiny. It looks upright and strong, just like the warriors here.
There are also many stone tablets placed together, with the names of the warriors who died in this battle.
The big stone platform in front was originally a place for corpses, but now there are many relics of the deceased.
Ji Yang no longer has a body. On the stone platform is a set of soft leather inner armor that he wore before, and on it is the long knife that he passed on to Asuo.
There are also several sets of belongings of other fallen warriors lying around, some of which are hair, and some of which are commonly used items.
The atmosphere at the scene was very solemn. Everyone stood there upright, staring blankly at the clothes on the stone platform, and there was silence.
Bao Ping also lowered his eyes and looked there, as if he could carve the names of every deceased person into his heart.
Chen Zhi clearly felt that everyone's aura had changed, and there was an extremely powerful sense of grief here.
This feeling of grief condensed into a force, but no one dared to express it, and it was stuck in their hearts.
Just like a flash flood that was blocked abruptly, it could erupt at any time.
At this moment, Bao Ping's voice was heard...
"Everyone in Xiqi, we are gathered here today to send off the warriors who died in this battle.
In this battle of Fengdu Underworld, a total of 174 people were killed, which was the heaviest loss in Xiqi in recent years.
Although they passed away, each of them showed no fear before death and moved forward bravely, without dishonoring my reputation, Xiqi.
We are gathered here today to send them on their last journey together!
It is also now that I, as the leader of Xiqi, issue a new decree for Xiqi~~
Xiqi people and others must be respected!",
Baoping's dark gray eyes glanced left and right. Although his voice was not loud, every word he spoke was like an iron spindle falling to the ground, making a sound when it hit the ground.
"From today onwards, the old system within the samurai will be abolished, and the status and honor of Jiyang samurai will be restored.
During his lifetime, Warrior Ji Yang made great military exploits for Xiqi. He lurked in the undercover and made great contributions. He was named the Governor of Xiqi and was buried next to the old leader.
In addition, starting from tomorrow, the prohibition of sadness will be implemented.
In Xiqi, no matter men, women, old or young, it is forbidden to look sad and weep.
No matter what happens, whether there are any casualties, or changes in relatives, or comrades killed in battle, or the battle is defeated.
Xiqi people, it is forbidden to be sad or shed tears!
Even if one year later, I, Xiqi, are defeated and my soul returns to the Western Heaven. I, Xiqi, are the last person left, so I should not be in a state of fear or sadness.
This is a strict order, and it will be implemented from tomorrow! The Jiang clan leader and I will abide by this order, and those who violate it will be severely punished."
"Yes!", everyone responded in unison.
The sounds echoed in this quiet place.
At this time, Bao Ping looked at the relics on the stone platform with a thin and haggard face, and his dark gray eyes flickered slightly.
"The new law will come into effect tomorrow!
If you have sorrow in your heart, let it be vented today..."
After Bao Ping finished speaking, a burst of rolling thunder fell from the sky as if there was a telepathy.
That feeling was like the flood that everyone had been holding in their hearts was completely released.
Chen Zhi clearly saw that many people were in tears, including many samurai who usually smiled informally and many elders who had experienced hundreds of battles.
They all shed tears, looking at the cemeteries in front of them and the belongings left behind by their relatives or comrades-in-arms, and wept loudly and uninhibitedly.
The cries of this warrior were like thunder roaring across the sky, solemn and solemn, sending away the heroic souls of these warriors...