It's true that eighty-nine years ago - his genius son died at the hands of the Deposed Dragon Gang.

After thinking about this, Zhang Shiben stood there for a moment, then suddenly fell back into his seat, and then began to cry loudly, out of breath, crying with tears.

As for the other people in the Dongdu Bagui Middle School, they all felt bored watching this scene. After looking around, they voluntarily left the meeting hall and went to work in various public rooms in the courtyard outside so that they could continue to deal with this matter.

No one else mentioned it, but after a while, Prime Minister Niu Hong drafted the indemnity documents for those who died in the battle, and then came to look for Cao Lin.

When I arrived here, I was shocked to find that Cao Lin was just sitting there with a sad expression on his face, lost in thought.

Niu Hong sighed in his heart, how could he not know that Uncle Cao Huang was really heartbroken by the blow he suffered this time, but his identity, status and the situation in Dongdu prevented him from expressing it as freely as Zhang Shiben did.

After thinking about this, Mr. Niu couldn't hold back. While submitting the documents, he complained a little: "Cao Zhongcheng... you didn't need to explain just now."

The meaning is very straightforward. People in Guanlong are in a state of flux. There are countless careerists, and there are also many who want to take advantage of the situation. However, the Bai and Zhang families are undoubtedly the most powerful tributaries at present... In other words, Cao Lin and Dongdu are the most powerful.

What is taboo is the confluence of Baizhang and Shanxi.

If this matter could be pointed out just now, it would be confirmed that Bai Yousi killed Zhang Changgong, and the two families were in trouble, Cao Lin's life would be much easier.

Of course Cao Lin knew what the other party was referring to, and he also sighed: "I don't even bother to do this kind of thing... It's okay to lament that Bai Sanniang is hateful, but Zhang Shiben died for the country, and Zhang Changgong died for the country, how can he point it out?

Where’s the fake enemy?”

Niu Hong, in turn, nodded with emotion... In fact, he, Su Wei, and Gu Yi were willing to support Cao Lin, didn't they think that the other party had principles and rules?

There was no need to say more at this point. Niu Hong saw that Cao Lin had approved the document and took it over, preparing to hand it over directly to Bai Hengjin for disposal.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, a word came from behind him: "I do things in a dignified way, with honor and disgrace upon myself. Although I can't call it upright, I still ask myself how it is so difficult to keep secrets. Why is it so difficult? Is it because I am not strong enough?

, or is it because of a dishonest reputation or a lack of moral integrity?"

Niu Hong stood in the door, thought for a while, and wanted to turn around and tell the other party that you may be the one with the wrong reputation, but it is the saint who is not moral, and the one who is weak is Wei... But you are too selfless,

If you treat the three as the same thing, you will be in trouble.

However, he did not speak in the end. Instead, he held the document and left with his head bowed.

The rainy season in the Jishui Basin has passed, and now the heat has turned steaming, sweltering everywhere, rivers and ditches are covered with siltation, and layer upon layer of water is almost visible to the naked eye.

However, this does not delay Zhang Dalong's head after Zhang Xing's elixir condensation. It is always cold and he has countless iced sour plum soup to drink. It may be for this reason that everyone likes to go to Zhang Dalong's head.

Bai Yousi, on the other hand, has started to avoid the internal affairs of the Deposed Dragon Gang since he came back. He only writes and draws in the military camp and rarely comes out.

On this day, the newly reunited Deposed Dragon Gang was competing for military glory all morning under the military camp shed like yesterday afternoon... It was really a struggle. Every detail on the battlefield was scrutinized by countless people from different directions.

After a discussion, everyone was red-faced and arguing... One said who should own the officer's head, and the other said who was the one who failed when it collapsed.

And Zhang Xing was also happy to see this.

Firstly, this is equivalent to a post-war summary. Secondly, rewards and punishments are clearly the foundation of the army. Thirdly, he needs those grassroots officers and soldiers to go beyond the leader and directly explain to him to strengthen the importance of the organization and their own position.

But to be honest, for the middle and lower-level officers, this process is intense, impatient, and fearful of omissions. But for the higher-ups, especially the big leaders and most of the leaders under the Deposed Dragon Gang structure,

It seems meaningless...the latter pursues expansion and rising tide.

Of course, there are also people like Xiong Bonan who feel that fighting over one or two heads and the seizure of military flags will destroy loyalty.

There are also some leaders who are obviously partial to civilian officials and are also impatient.

Those local helmsmen were responsible for logistics in the front and propaganda during the war, and their achievements were not the same as those of these soldiers. At this time, they were mostly bored and just watched indifferently.

But no matter what, this kind of thing is coming to an end this morning. With the last collective merit dispute at the team leader level being discussed, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

Zhang Xing took the lead and everyone walked out of the wooden shed, preparing to do another important thing in the afternoon.

But before leaving the military camp, Zhang Dalongtou suddenly stopped and asked in surprise: "What is this sound?"

Everyone held their breath, and immediately noticed the sound, and immediately understood it. Then Chai Xiaohe, a leader who had been very close to Zhang Dalongtou recently, came to say: "Report to Zhang Longtou, this is the surrender of the soldiers crying."

Zhang Xing thought thoughtfully: "Why are you crying? How do I remember that all the wounded were released? Did we abuse them?"

"That's definitely not the case." Chai Xiaohe said with a smile. "These soldiers are all local soldiers from the Eastern Territory with battlefield experience... They will be most useful when going down the river to take the surrounding areas of Qilu in the future... All the leaders only regard them as treasures. What do you think?"

Dare to abuse me? I'm just using him as a civilian husband."

"Then what are you crying about?" Zhang Xing couldn't ask further.

"They should be crying about Zhang Xuguo, Yu Baimei and those people." Liang Jiading, the leader next to him, saw that the question was urgent and stopped covering up. "Zhang Longtou doesn't know that they have been crying since you were not around these days. They are just crying about Zhang Xu."

As for those people, I guess they were also afraid of being slaughtered at first."

"It's true." Xia Hou Ningyuan, another leader who stayed behind to clean up the battlefield, also hurriedly said. "Although Zhang Xuguo's troops can't be said to love their soldiers like sons, they have clear rewards and punishments, enforce orders and prohibitions, and are quite prestigious, so they have been crying all the time.

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"That's not right." Zhang Xing thought for a moment and immediately shook his head. "I didn't cry so loudly yesterday... If I just miss Zhang Xuguo, I should cry less and less every day."

Everyone was stunned for a moment and didn't understand.

However, Chai Xiaohe, who was robbed of his words at the beginning, blurted out to explain: "Everyone is confused, don't forget what you were doing before. If you are crying today, of course it is because they just dug a hole and threw it into the hole."

The corpses of their former robes... Seeing the tragic situation, I can't help but mourn."

Everyone below Zhang Xing finally woke up and felt that their brains were really numbed by the competition for merit in the morning, and they had even forgotten this. It was simply dark under the lamp.

It turns out that the main business of this afternoon is not other than the fact that the weather is hot and hot and we dare not expose the bodies. Therefore, after cleaning the battlefield, we must immediately bury the bodies and hold a funeral.

It is said that according to Zhang Longtou's instructions before leaving, the two thousand or so deceased who were deposed by the Dragon Army should have special monuments engraved on them to record their names and positions as much as possible. These leaders and officers are now going to do the ceremony.

Correspondingly, as the enemy and defeated Qilu officers and soldiers, even if there were as many as 4,000 dead in the war and those hunted after the war, they were not qualified. They were also buried, but only as prisoners of war and civilians.

They dug a shallow pit and hastily buried it.

"The most important thing in life is life and death." Zhang Xing thought for a while and then came up with an idea. "Let these 10,000 prisoners of war be released and watch them with our soldiers. Later, when the land is sealed, they will also be used by the Qilu Army.

Just fill it with some soil."

The people around looked at each other and felt that this matter did not matter... Han Yingong ran away, the Qilu army was finished, and the Deposed Dragon Gang would definitely go to the lower reaches of the Jishui River to expand aggressively to complete his strategic concept of penetrating the eastern border. At this time, Zhang San

I want to be benevolent and righteous to win over the hearts and minds of the local soldiers, who can say anything else?

As a result, everyone continued to march towards Mount Li, and as expected, those surrendered soldiers who had not yet been reorganized were released.

Just like that, in the afternoon, at the foot of Lishan Mountain, where the old battlefield was, the officers and soldiers of the two countries who fought that day were once again densely gathered.

"Two leaders, Chief Wei, all the big leaders, leaders, please look over there."

On the ramming soil platform, Du Caigan, who participated in this matter as Chai Xiaohe's deputy, pointed in the direction of Lishan. "The cemeteries are concentrated on the east side of the north-south official road at the foot of the mountain, that is, next to Lishan... It is a battlefield after all.

It was impossible for one person to per hole, so the Qilu army dug five large pits, with about 800 people in each pit... We dug ten deep pits, with less than 200 people in each pit, and the inscriptions were also prepared. From Jiyin and Dongjun

The craftsmen were summoned to rush to carve out the list."

"But there are also many shortcomings." Chai Xiaohe, the main person in charge, added from the side. "For example, the list originally belonged to the Western Front. The personnel were clear and the list was accurate. They came out in just one pair. However, many of the names on the Eastern Front were recruited from the Eastern Front.

The source is also confusing, and the names are all messed up. For a pit of two hundred people, it would be good to write one hundred and twenty-three. In addition, there are some Paoze who are locals from Dongjun and Jiyin County, and their families are notified

After that, we can't stop them from asking for the body and burying it...but I guess the news hasn't spread yet, so there aren't many."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Xing nodded repeatedly. "I still say the same thing, it's better to have something than nothing, and it's better to have something wrong... Just try your best and feel no regrets."

Everyone around him nodded hurriedly.

"Then what should we do?" After scanning the surrounding terrain, Zhang Xing squinted and continued to ask. "Do you have any plans?"

"Taoist priests from the Black Emperor Temple were invited to come to the official road in the center of the battlefield to perform a ceremony. After the ceremony, because there were too many pits sealed, the leaders, chiefs, and big bosses were invited to start from here, and they took the leaders to burn incense separately, and then each

Burning memorial inscriptions, erecting monuments, and sealing the soil." Du Caiqian's mouth went dry. "It is enough for the soldiers and prisoners to live in the current fortification area and the west side of the official road and see them scattered... It is nothing more than a funeral."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Xing just said.

On the other hand, Jia Yue, who stayed here, finally said: "Do you want to dance the war dance?"

The people around were startled for a moment, and then, including Zhang Xing, they immediately realized that what Jia Yue was talking about should be a dance ritual in the Black Emperor's belief in the North. It was mainly used to celebrate war victory, show military might, and mourn the death of comrades.

Mainly...Hebei, Jin, and even the Wu tribe have related cultural variations, which are basically collective dances with weapons in hand...In the Dongdu, the royal family also performs during festivals, such as being

The high governor of Beiya whom Zhang Xing killed was said to be extremely good at this.

"How is it?" Since it was a routine operation, Zhang Xing naturally had no objection and just turned back to see Chai and Du.

"I'm afraid it's too late." Chai Xiaohe was a little uneasy. "After all, there are no preparations... and there is no good venue."

"It's okay to dance again after the soil sealing is completed." Zhang Xing understood and immediately discussed with Jia Yue. "Whoever wants to dance can dance wherever he wants."

Jia Yue thought for a moment and nodded heavily. Chai and Du also nodded quickly and no longer hesitated.

The ceremony begins.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Taoist priests invited by Heidiguan were first gathered together. They were wearing black robes and performing rituals while walking on the official road on the previous battlefield. On the east side of this place was a large pit where the corpses were placed. On the right and both sides

It's the soldiers who are watching...Although they don't understand it in general, the sense of ritual performed by professionals still makes people feel stable.

In fact, Zhang Xing had already seen a little bit of the aftertaste of that kind of war dance in the rituals of these Black Emperor Temple Taoist priests, but he just didn't say a word.

Up and down, there were no unnecessary words or actions, everyone just watched solemnly.

When the Taoist priests left, it was time for Zhang Xing and others to go to burn incense and burn sacrificial inscriptions... There was no problem with this process either, but after the process ended, they returned to the official road to gather, and when the monument was about to be erected, Zhang Da

But the leader suddenly broke the process.

"Who wrote the memorial text?" Zhang Xing looked around earnestly.

"It's Chief Zu." Everyone instinctively noticed a hint of uneasiness, and finally Li Shu stepped forward to catch the words. "Isn't it written well?"
To be continued...