Two thousand town heroes were wearing black cloth clothes and thin-soled fast boots. They stood neatly in the yard of the Yun Family Ancestral Hall, and opposite them were seniors wearing black armor and sabers.

Some of them had broken arms, while others had one leg and could only stand in the team with crutches. More people held urns made of fine white pottery in their hands, standing there like javelins. Today is a big day, and it is the day when Yunjia Township bravely entered the temple.

A big cloud banner with black characters on red background was raised by a bear, and flew in the cold wind. It was like being in the tower of Lingwu, standing still despite experiencing strong storms and snowstorms.

The black scales reflected the black light in the sunlight, and the village warriors saluted to the cloud-like banner. Some lacked one finger, some lacked two, and some lacked four. Their wounds shocked the recruits on the opposite side, and their faces were as firm as a knife on their faces and they respected them.

A huge altar was placed in the center of the yard, with 412 pairs of bowls and chopsticks on it, 412 bowls of white rice, and 412 bowls of Yun's first steamed wine.

Yun Xiao was wearing plate armor all over his body, and the red cherry blossoms on his head were flying in the cold wind. Every step he took, he would make a "crack" sound of armor rubbing. Everyone held their breath and watched the Marquis walk to the front altar and pick up a bowl of steamed wine.

"Brothers, today we welcome two thousand newcomers. We will also send away four hundred and twelve brothers. The newcomers come from your hometown, and those who leave are also from your hometown. Facing the fierce Huns, none of them retreated. They used the corpses of the enemies like mountains to create the martial souls of heaven and earth, and used their passion to forge the military souls of the great Han. They are qualified to enjoy the incense offerings of their descendants and are qualified to be buried in this temple of martyrs.

I, Yun Xiao, swore here that as long as the Yun family is incense, they will enjoy the blood and food offerings of the Yun family every year and welcome the worship of their descendants. May the heroes not disperse in the sky and bless my great man forever."

Yun Xiao picked up the wine in front of him and toasted to heaven and earth.

"Welcome to the dead brothers and set out on the road with peace of mind."

Yun Xiao drank the wine in the bowl in one go.

Some people began to sob in the team of the townspeople, and more people were crying silently. Tears were silently called crying. If the iron-blooded man who had been on the battlefield did not cry without being sad, he would not cry. Bleeding, sweating, or not crying has always been Yun Xiao's creed to govern the army.

Sima Jizhu's disciple blew the magic snail, and as the magic snail was blowing. Sima Jizhu stood on the altar and jumped, holding a wooden sword in his hand and swinged the air. He whispered and roared in his mouth, looking like a madman.

The villagers passed by the altar quietly. After eating the rice from the bowl, they picked up the wine bowl and drained it. They took the ashes of the robes and walked into the Martyrs' Temple, where a shrine had been built according to their names. The urn was placed behind the step-shaped shrine, and the black lacquered sandalwood spirit sign was engraved with the name of the deceased.

The whole ceremony was extremely solemn. The village warriors arranged the ashes in their robes one by one in order. After saluting, they turned and retreated. The Yun family's ancestral hall was shrouded in green smoke. Every village warrior who walked out of the ancestral hall would salute him. After all the urns were placed, Yun Xiao led the family members to kneel down and bow.

The township heroes and the new recruits were shocked. Even aristocrats like Yun Xiao didn't have to kneel down even if they were obedient to Liu Qi. Now they actually kneeled down to worship these inconspicuous soldiers. Jia Ye Zi "racked" and all the township heroes knelt down. They wanted to return the gifts on their own robes.

Yun Xiao's three bows pushed the ceremony of the sacrifice to **. The recruits stared at each other and their faces were red by the cold wind. Their fists were tightly clenched, and their hands began to turn white because they tried too hard. These young little guys envied those guys lying inside. I heard that each person had twenty stagnant coins and fifty pieces of silk cloth alone. What's more, they could get such an honor after death and accept the kneeling of a marquis.

Thousands of Hun girls kneeled in the cold wind outside the Martyrs' Temple. They wanted to kowtow to the infant spirit on behalf of their father and brother. Under the sticks and whips, their etiquette was excellent. They were even better than the palace servants in the palace. They were straight and crawled on the ground with their hands and their foreheads were heavily on the back of their hands. Every Hun girl was meticulous, and the vicious brave men were watching with a whip. If they were picked up by them, they would end up miserably.

The ceremony of the head of the family finally ended, with the bowing of the head of the family, the sent-on of the robes, and the surrender of the enemy. The dead should have rested, and Yun Xiao fulfilled all their wishes.

The dead are satisfied, and now is the time to give the living a reward.

The name of the town was sung loudly according to his achievements, and Cang Hu roared like a broken gong. Thirty people were in a team, and they could choose one of the more than 3,000 Xiong girls to take it away, and time was a stick of incense. From then on, the Huns were his slaves, and he could do whatever he wanted. Killing and cutting was all in his thoughts, which was the right of the victor.

Behind Dai Yu, the silk cloth and the copper coins that were as beautiful as the sea, all belonged to the village warriors. After handing over their swords, they would also receive their own arable land.

The village warriors can keep their armor, but they cannot keep their swords. The Han Dynasty rule stipulates the number of armed guards, but does not stipulate the number of armored guards. With such loopholes not being taken advantage of, Yun Xiao believes that it is simply unbearable.

These well-trained rural heroes serve the people in normal times. During wartime, they can charge into battle as long as they wear fish-scale armor and distribute weapons. Even if they withdraw from the rural heroes, they have to return to the military camp every year. They pick up wooden swords and swords to train for a month, but in this way they don’t have to do corvee service.

As all this went on, the recruits were watching quietly. The young Hun girls made them excited, and the mountains of copper coins and silk cloth made them jealous. They had never seen so many copper coins as they grew up.

"Boys, be stupid. Training hard, the Huns are still in our battles. Remember to sweat more often, and you will lose hundreds of times less blood during war. There is no skill on the battlefield to say, if you kill the enemy to death, you will be able to survive. On the contrary, you can only become ashes and lie there, and you will be with you. Don't be distracted during training and listen carefully to the veterans and instructors. They are all people who come from the battlefield, and those experiences can save your lives."

At some point, Yun Xiao had already walked to the front of their team. Seeing the fire-breathing eyes of the recruits, Yun Xiao patted their shoulders one by one, explaining to them the importance of training like a brother. (To be continued...)
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