Daqing Mountain stretches for 400 miles, with valleys, peaks, hills, dense forests, and caves. A few days ago, Song Wen's scout team made full efforts to investigate and found that there are five to six hundred acres of terraces and valleys in Daqing Mountain that can be cultivated! It's well cultivated.
, more than enough to feed a thousand people.
Song Wen likes it here very much.
After resting for two days, on the morning of the third day, Song Wen and all the soldiers from the Qingshan camp came to a hill with lush green pines and cypresses at the oblique rear of Yazi Peak in Daqingshan Mountain.
A large open space was hastily leveled, and behind it were four graves dug overnight.
Deep sadness filled the air. Song Wen pressed the handle of the knife at his waist and watched quietly as sixteen soldiers with white scarves on their heads and wiping their foreheads slowly brought four black coffins!
Today is the funeral of four Qingshan Battalion soldiers who died in killing the enemy. All procedures are simple, but all were arranged by Song Wen. Excluding those who guarded the prisoners and guarded the main entrance to the village, there were more than 130 Qingshan Battalion soldiers left.
All the soldiers came to the scene, and even the more than 40 injured people stood on the sidelines wearing bandages and linen with red eyes.
Li Erlang stood on the side in military uniform and roared: "Qingshan Camp! Draw your sword!"
Since the beginning of Song Dynasty, all the soldiers of Qingshan Camp have drawn their swords from their sheaths! There was a roar of dragons and tigers, and three coffins stopped in front of the tomb. The atmosphere was solemn and sad... Some soldiers of Qingshan Camp began to sob quietly...
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Li Erlang bent down and held his hands in his hands: "Please let me express my condolences and burn and read the memorial text!"
Song Wen straightened the white wipe on his forehead, walked to the front and looked around at the hundreds of red eyes... and said loudly: "Brothers of Qingshan Camp! We are all hard-working people, but we are not willing to accept it.
Nothing will be achieved by doing nothing! Most of us brothers are alone without fathers and mothers, but we all have a passion for justice! I will solve the problems of the people, and I will rectify the injustice of heaven!"
Nearly two hundred soldiers shouted in unison... "Do justice for heaven, do justice for heaven!"
Song Wen went on to say: "The bandits in Daqingshan are causing trouble and cannot be tolerated by heaven! The government is powerless to suppress the bandits, so we are here to eliminate them for the people! The four brothers fought bloody battles for the common people and returned to heaven with their souls. They are true heroes... They stand up to heaven and earth."
A great man! Behind the four brothers, Qingshan camp will never be extinguished, and the incense of the Martyrs' Shrine will continue! We are loyal to our Chinese people, loyal to the heaven and earth, and loyal to our descendants of Yan and Huang, who will continue to carry on the incense for thousands of years! The word "righteousness" means that it will last forever.
This is the friendship between us on the battlefield, where we live and die together and fight the enemy side by side... Wherever justice comes, life and death will follow!"
Li Erlang's eyes were red, he drew his sword and roared: "Do justice for heaven and be loyal to China! Where justice comes, life and death will follow..."
"Do justice for Heaven and be loyal to China! Where justice comes, life and death will follow..."
"Do justice for Heaven and be loyal to China! Where justice comes, life and death will follow..."
There were many swords and swords, and the roar shook the sky! There were less than two hundred Qingshan camp soldiers, and their momentum actually made Daruch, who had become numb to life and death after so many battles, his hands trembled slightly with excitement.
Lin Chong, who was behind Song Wen, looked at his brother with red eyes.
Daruch muttered in a low voice... "It's done, these dolls... will be Song Wen's people in life, and Song Wen's ghost in death! If Qingshan Camp truly becomes an army, it will have the soul and courage of its soldiers...
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A simple memorial text was lit by Song Wen, three incense incense smoke curled up from an old copper incense burner, and a jar of fragrant Tiandichun shochu was poured over by Song Wen into three bowls to pay homage to the heroic spirit.
Song Wen turned around and shouted: "Bring those twelve heinous thieves forward!"
Xiao Fuzi still had gauze wrapped around his left shoulder, and he led the scout team to escort the twelve thieves leaders in Daqing Mountain's Laoya Ridge and Yazifeng, who were both good and evil. In this campaign, the scout team blocked the secret road at Yazifeng with only twenty people.
For half a day, hundreds of thieves charged and fought on both sides, leaving dozens of corpses behind and unable to move! Lin Zhi, the youngest member of the scout team, was also hit by an arrow and died here...
This was the honor that belonged to the scout team. The twelve thieves knelt down in front of the three new graves with weak legs. Li Erlang led the twelve sword and shield soldiers who were the first to launch the attack and stepped forward with broad-bladed swords in their arms.
Behind these evil thieves.
Most of the thieves had peed their pants, crying and begging Song Wen to spare their lives... As soon as Song Wen raised his hand, these people's mouths were immediately blocked with rags.
Song Wen pointed at a large group of ragged mountain refugees with frightened faces in the distance, and said loudly: "You evil thieves, today is the day when your evil deeds are at its peak! I have asked many innocent people who kidnapped you in the past two days, you
Wantonly raping civilian women, mutilating children and even killing people for fun! When the officers and soldiers arrived, I still resisted and killed my brothers... I will kill you today to bring justice to the dead people and Qingshanying brothers!"
A scout soldier stepped forward, took out a large piece of thick paper and began to read out when and where these thieves had committed such heinous crimes! They were all people who deserved to be killed...
After Li Erlang waited for the charges to be read out, he raised his arms and shouted: "Raise the knife, for the innocent people who died! Raise the knife, for the brothers who died heroically!"
"Roar!"
Twelve broad-bladed swords were raised high, shining with a cold light under the morning light...
"kill!"
Puff puff……
A row of heads rolled to the ground, and the people in the distance were trembling with fear.
Song Wen breathed a sigh of relief, this big green mountain... finally belongs to him!
At noon, Song Wen, Li Erlang, An Chunlin, Chong Daruch and the others were sitting in the mountain temple on Yazi Peak, chatting and laughing around an iron pot. The mutton in the pot was tumbling and exuding aroma.
A Qingshan Camp soldier led Wu Si, who had just recovered from his pale complexion, to walk in.
When Wu Si saw Song Wen, he quickly turned over and knelt down on the ground... "Wu Si, the sinner, on behalf of the more than 300 old and weak women and children in Yuanbaoling, thank Song Dutou for not killing him! Thank Song Dutou for his generous donation.
The grace of survival..."
Song Wen hurriedly came over to help Wu Si up and said with a smile: "Master Wu, you have made outstanding achievements in this battle! Stop saying that. If your brother hadn't attacked the village gate and distracted the attention of the soldiers at Yazifeng,
If you hadn't rushed into the Yazifeng Fortress alone and caused chaos among them... I don't know how many brothers would have been killed and injured in my Qingshan Battalion! The strong man suddenly regretted killing the thieves on the battlefield... It is I, Song Wen, who should thank you!"
Wu Si was extremely shocked. He knelt down on one knee and raised his hands sincerely and said: "Song Dutou, I have never heard of such a mighty and benevolent army in my life! Dutou, if you don't dislike it, Wu Si is willing to serve in Dutou."
I serve as a small soldier under my command and go through fire and water!"
"Hahaha, get up! Brother Wu, if you don't tell me, I still want to win over you... Don't worry! You and your Yuanbaoling brothers, a total of thirty-six people, can all be freed from the charges and join the rural soldiers.
!Of course, if you don’t want to fight anymore, you can take the people of Yuanbaoling to share a piece of land in Daqing Village or my Xiaoqing Village, or go down the mountain to work in my trading workshop, which will be enough to support your family..."
"Du Tou, can you still let them... be free?"
Song Wen smiled and said: "Why not? They also fought bloody battles in the mountains to help me, and even suffered six or seven casualties! What I mean is that I will leave them a share of money and food according to 30% of the pension of my Qingshan camp soldiers.
…Those who have family members will give it to their families, and those who don’t have family members will discuss it among themselves.”
Wu Si was completely dead-set now, and he cupped his hands and said: "If Dutou doesn't give up, from now on I will also call Dutou husband! If Langjun tells me, I will dare to brave the swords and mountains of fire!"
"Okay, since we are brothers, come over and drink and eat meat together... hahahaha!" This chapter has been completed!