"We won this battle."

With all kinds of complicated thoughts, Zhou You tilted his head and leaned on Jiang Qianyun's shoulder beside him and fell asleep.

He is not unconscious.

He's just too tired.

When Zhou You opened his eyes again, it was already eight o'clock in the morning the next day.

He slept for more than twelve hours.

Although Zhou You had been mentally prepared, being dragged outside to attend the funeral as soon as he woke up still made him unavoidably sad.

Last night, the number of people killed in the Zhou family reached 30, and a total of 400 people went out to fight, so the total death rate was about 7.5%.

The proportion is slightly lower than that of the county team.

But, these are thirty lives after all.

Among them were Gao Jianguo, whom Zhou You already knew, and his uncle, who he didn't know at first, but probably had some guesses in his mind, but didn't want to think about it in detail.

Just like last time, this funeral was kept simple. Thirty coffins were neatly placed in the courtyard, and thirty large pits had just been dug.

The relatives of the martyrs are carrying the bodies of the martyrs one by one.

The traveling grandparents had already fainted from crying and were resting aside.

My aunt was also completely weak at this time, and she stood aside blankly looking at her husband's body which was completely mutilated and could not even be put together into a human shape.

The placement of my uncle's remains was basically done by Zhou You's mother, Dong Lan, and my uncle, my two brothers and sisters.

Logically speaking, Zhou You, a blood relative, should also be involved in this matter, but both the Zhou family and the Dong family of her natal family felt that his rest should not be affected and that he should be allowed to have a good sleep.

When Zhou You woke up, a group of people were clumsily trying to nail the coffin with a small hammer.

However, this modified small hammer now weighs more than 100 grams. It is indeed difficult for ordinary people to swing it with one arm, and it is also easy to hit their hands.

Therefore, it can only be made into a long-handled sledgehammer, which can be used like the old hammer, but the force is difficult to control, and two other people are required to fix the nails with clamps, one on the left and one on the right.

Every time it is hit hard, the coffin will shake more or less violently.
Chapter completed!