Chapter 167 The martyrs just went to another place to fight!

The original wife was even more angry and changed hands without hesitation, slapped her twice. She was also full of anger at Sun Zhixie. It would have been fine if he had found a group of little fairies outside, but he had even started to fight with him. After Wei Yi collapsed, if he had not mediated and tried his best to help him get on the line of the Chief Supervisor, Sun Zhixie would have long since squatted and cried in a corner?

The woman is very angry, and the consequences are very serious!

The two of them fought back and forth, and the applause was as lively as the firecrackers during the New Year.

Outside, the entourage of the prefect, the maid of the original wife, and others heard the sound of shouting and fighting inside, and the crackling sound of firecrackers were endless. However, everyone wisely chose to close their eyes and rest, pretending that they had not seen anything or heard nothing. Even the movement inside was too intense in the end, so they might as well leave a little further.

Just kidding, the grape trellis of the prefect's house fell, who dares to go up and help?

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On the last day of July, on July 30, the masters of Shuiyue Temple came to Maojiatun under the guidance of Ma Yi. Zhang Zhun then asked Yang Yinghan to greet them and asked them to do rituals for the murdered women. Master Xichen agreed. That afternoon, the rituals officially began. The poor women were all put on clean clothes, their faces were tidied as peacefully as possible, and the filth on their bodies was cleaned. This was the only thing Zhang Zhun could do for them.

The representatives of the guard team also attended this special funeral. The murder of these poor women further aroused everyone's hatred for the Tartars. In addition, there were some people who came to see them off on their own. Most of them were related to Liaodong. Either they escaped from Liaodong, or they had been to Liaodong. Especially those old people who returned from Liaodong were very sad. If they had not left Liaodong, perhaps they would have to bear this fate.

Thinking of the Liaodong region and those Han people who were still ravaged by the Tartars, the only thing everyone can express is endless sighs. The Tartars are still plundering in Shanxi and Beizhili. I don’t know how many people will be plundered to Liaodong and become slaves of the Tartars. They are the most pitiful group of people in the world. However, with the current strength of the imperial court, it is definitely impossible to rescue these poor Han people.

The funeral of the Guards will be held on the next day.

Compared with the rituals over there, the funeral here is much more solemn and dignified.

There were also many people attending the funeral, almost 3,000.

August 1st, morning.

This day was once a festival that Zhang Zhun celebrated for eight years. Eight years in the Marine Corps made Zhang Zhun have a special meaning for this day. Very early, Zhang Zhun brought Dugu Lie, Fang He, Zhang Lingyun, Liu Dong and other new soldiers to the Martyrs Cemetery to lay wreaths for the martyrs who died in the past. It can be regarded as a small psychological education.

Every warrior in the Guard must be prepared to sacrifice before going to the battlefield. If you do not have enough courage or cannot overcome the hurdle of life and death, then please do not stay in the guard position and eat. Every quota in the Guard is reserved for those with enough courage. If you do not have enough courage, you will naturally take your place.

Before the funeral, Zhang Zhun presented a white flower to every martyr in the guard who had sacrificed before to express his condolences. Since its establishment, there have been more than a dozen martyrs in the guard. From now on, as the battle continues to expand, more and more martyrs buried here will be buried. This is inevitable even Zhang Zhun. Wars are always cold, and while killing the enemy, he will definitely have to pay a price.

Lin Bin also came to the Martyrs Cemetery very early. On behalf of the Injured Desert Office, he gave white flowers to his former comrades. Now, the Injured Desert Office has taken the initiative to undertake the maintenance and maintenance of the Martyrs Cemetery. According to Zhang Zhun's requirements, those martyrs who died should receive higher treatment than those who are alive. Their sacrifice will receive supreme honor and dignity.

At the end of the month, the funeral was officially held.

The coffins containing the bodies of the martyrs were put down one by one.

Each coffin is covered with a red hexagonal star flag. This is the military flag of the guard team. Since the military flag was designed, it has become the bright protagonist at every funeral. If the martyr is a member of the Shengxia Sect, he is also covered with a Martian flag. For example, Yang Junjie's coffin is covered with two flags. The bright flag, against the backdrop of white flowers, looks particularly solemn and respectful.

Among these coffins, the most special one is of course Yang Junjie's coffin. Because when he died, he still held the Hu Ben gun in his hand tightly and never let it go. After that, Zhang Zhun asked the soldiers not to force his hand away. Therefore, his coffin was specially made, and his body could be buryed without changing its posture and not forcibly removing the Hu Ben gun.

"Brother, go!"

"The living will continue to fight!"

"We will guard your fields and your loved ones!"

"If there is injustice in the Kingdom of Heaven, use your weapons to resist, break, and fight for it!"

Zhang Zhun stroked Yang Junjie's coffin and said silently.

After all the coffins were put down, they were covered with soil and buried the martyrs.

Around the Martyrs Cemetery, the soldiers of the guard stood solemnly and watched all this silently. Everyone took off their military caps, bent down and bowed, and silently mourned. The soldiers of the armed forces and guerrillas were also watching the ceremony. Such a scene was what they expected. Even death was so heroic, so glorious, and so eye-catching. What else could stop them from strongly demanding to join the guard?

There were also many military households who came to see off the martyrs. Most of them were of course the family members of the martyrs. The backbone members of Sheng Xiazong also attended the funeral. According to Zhang Zhun's request, they did not cry, but just stared at the martyrs' departure silently. Their families also tried their best to stay strong.

"The martyrs just went to another place to fight!"

Zhang Zhun said in a deep voice.

This sentence has intensely caused countless people.

"preparation!"

"Fire the gun!"

Yang Zixuan dragged his tone.

On both sides of the Martyrs Cemetery, there were ten soldiers holding tiger guns, facing the sky diagonally.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three gunshots in a row sent away the heroic souls of the martyrs.

When the funeral was about to end, Zhang Zhun, on behalf of the guards, comforted the martyrs' families one by one.

Among these family members, there is a very special girl. Her name is Xie Xiuniang, who was the original blind date for Yang Junjie. During his lifetime, Yang Junjie had already agreed to marry her. As a result, he unfortunately sacrificed before he could fulfill this promise. Xie Xiuniang voluntarily stayed as a widow for Yang Junjie. Of course, Zhang Zhun, who came from later generations, did not support such behavior. However, Xie Xiuniang's attitude was very firm, so Zhang Zhun had to approve it. He was worried that if he did not approve her to be a widow, she might commit suicide and be buried with her. In ancient times, women were sometimes so fierce that outsiders could not imagine it.

The funeral ended in a whole morning.

Compensation for the sacrificed soldiers has also been paid. Yang Junjie obtained 30 acres of military land. The remaining soldiers also obtained 10 acres to 25 acres of military land respectively. Liu Hang, who was specifically responsible for the distribution of military land, had distributed the corresponding military land to his respective families as soon as possible. In addition, each martyr also received another 50 taels of silver from Zhang Zhun. The silver was not much, but it was not small, and the family members were very grateful.

Three days later, the ritual held by Shuiyue Temple for the victims was also over. The poor women were buried on the south side of the Martyrs' Cemetery. According to Zhang Zhun's previous suggestions, a not-so-high-description-free monument was erected for them. All Zhang Zhun could do was this. I hope that such a tragedy would not happen again. However, everyone knows that as long as the Tartars exist for one day, such a tragedy would be inevitable.

"Miss Ning, this is what I gave to you."

At the end of the ritual, Brigadier General Zhang sent Ning Lingwei and his masters away, and at the same time gave Ning Lingwei a gift.

The gift Zhang Zhun gave was three thousand-year-old ginseng, which was stolen from the Tartars in Fukushima.

Ning Lingwei delayed and refused to accept it.

Zhang Zhun said sincerely: "Miss Ning, Masters, this is my little intention. It is already very rare in this era when hanging a pot to save the world, save lives and help the wounded without any utilitarianism. Miss Ning, I sincerely admire you and your masters. These thousand-year-old ginseng are not for you to use privately, but for you to refine medicine. If you can add it to the medicine, it may play a greater role. Saving a life is better than creating a seven-level pagoda. I believe that Miss Ning and Masters can distinguish the importance of it."

Ning Lingwei hesitated for a moment and looked at her master.

The teacher is too slight.

Ning Lingwei accepted the three thousand-year-old ginseng and expressed her gratitude to Zhang Zhun.

"Dear Masters, if you have any living requirements, please let me know, Zhang Zhun is willing to serve."

Zhang Zhun said with a serious expression.

He actually wanted to ask all the disciples to send their disciples to serve the wounded in the guard team directly, and even set up a medical department to gather all the people who are proficient in medical skills. He usually treats the people and serves the wounded in wartime. Such professional institutions, coupled with his frequent guidance, should be able to achieve good results. However, this requirement is quite abrupt and cannot be raised at this time, so he had to give up temporarily.

The teacher was too unquestionable, just said politely: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang for your kindness, Pomni and others have said goodbye."

Zhang Zhun didn't force himself, and said goodbye to them with a smile.

The funeral ended and the sad atmosphere gradually dissipated.

A new life still needs to continue.

The next highlight is naturally the treatment of those Tartars.

After several days of repeated search and careful statistics, the detailed results of this battle were finally confirmed. On the shore and on two pig-bearded boats, a total of 197 Tartars were found. As for how many Tartars were floating in the sea or how many fragmented Tartars were, no one knew. Zhang Zhun ordered the Tartars to be cut off and then preserved with lime. As for the traitors and the two Tartars' corpses, they found a place to bury them. Their heads were not worth the money.

In addition, the guards captured fourteen Tartars, dozens of traitors and second Tartars. In addition to the more than 30 people sent to mining, there were six small traitors and four small traitors, a total of twenty-four people. According to Zhang Zhun's request, the guards sent people to guard them day and night, and took measures not to commit suicide. They were even allowed to go on hunger strikes.

Many people have their own guesses about how Zhang Zhun would deal with these Tartars. However, no one is sure of what Zhang Zhun was going to deal with them. In the past, when Zhang Zhun caught the Tartars, he handed them directly to the villagers for humanitarian destruction without leaving any trace. However, this time Zhang Zhun did not mean to hand them over to the villagers. This shows that Zhang Zhun had other uses for keeping these Tartars. Everyone was curious and didn't know what resolution Zhang Zhun would have.

On the morning of the fifth day of August, Zhang Zhun finally made a decision.

"Zelin, Zihao, are you ready?"

In the morning, Zhang Zhun came to Qianhuguan Hall and said to Wang Mingyu and Liu Hang.

Wang Mingyu, Liu Hang, Hou Shanping, Yang Liren, Liu Baoyu and others had been waiting in the Qianhu Official Hall.

They were all happy to kill two hundred Tartars in one battle. Especially now, Shanxi and Beizhili are dim and dull. The Tartars are raging, the Ming army shrinks, and the victory of the Fushan Institute is like a meteor passing by in the sky, extremely dazzling and eye-catching. There are rumors everywhere in Shandong at present, and there are all kinds of words. However, these rumors have no market in Fushan City. The reason is very simple. The Tartars are no match for Zhang Zhun! Whoever dares to make trouble in Fushan City will be dead! The Tartars are no exception!

Not only did the rumors have no market in Fushan City, but on the contrary, the military households in Fushan City also boasted to everyone about how powerful the guards in Fushan City were. The military households who were originally a little worried that the Tartars would now be as calm as they had received the peace of mind from Taishang Laojun. They all became extremely active propagandists, hoping to promote the victory of the battle to everyone they saw. In fact, many people did do this. So, the news of the victory of the Maojiatun battle spread quickly around Fushan Institute.
Chapter completed!