Li Luo and Yan smiled, looking at Yi Zhao's resolute face with the Chinese character for it. The wind struck the rocks, and the tall bank stood tall, a bit like Ding Zhan.
"Go back to camp."
"Obey the order, all generals will obey the order and return to camp immediately." Yi Zhao roared angrily, as if he wanted to vent his frustration in the wilderness.
Taishu Gu glanced at Li Luo with admiration and said a few words, neither belittling nor arrogant. Although Meng Jue was great, Da Gan was not a soft persimmon to be slaughtered. This should be the leader of the general.
The way of war.
The Mengjue, Yaoting, and Hu Dansi tribes had the potential to encircle him, but they did not send anyone to pursue Li Luo. The next evening, the Dagan military camp was in sight.
Twilight comes quietly from outside the distant mountains. The colors of the mountains are dark ocher one moment, light blue the other moment, and dim yellow the next moment. The wind in the evening is also very soft, matching the special charm of the sunset. The mountains in the distance look like giant whales.
With his big mouth, he unknowingly swallowed half of the sunset, which made the sunset angry and burned half of the sky, making the blood red.
What a poignant scenery.
Li Luo breathed out, feeling an indescribable and desolate feeling. It was sunset, and he didn't know who wrote this word.
As he approached the military camp, Li Luo slowed down, looked back at Taishu Gu and said in a deep voice: "Brother Taishu, Master Young Master sacrificed his life for the country. I would like to thank the troops and enter the camp."
Taishu Gu was startled, a little surprised, but more grateful, and choked back with sobs: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Li Luo shook his head slightly, sighed with regret, and shouted with confidence: "Raise the coffins and invite your uncle to enter the camp."
"Raising the coffin..."
"Raising the coffin..."
A series of dull roars came from the mouths of the Dagan soldiers behind Li Luo and Taishu Gu, adding a bit more color to the gloomy evening.
Thanking the troops for entering the camp is a simple, yet extremely solemn ceremony in the Da Gan army. Those who are not good generals and warriors should not treat each other with this courtesy. However, this ceremony has a condition, it only welcomes the dead.
To say it is simple, just like what the Dagan soldiers do now, they just put axes, axes, spears, halberds and other long weapons together. They are square and layered. There are no other decorations, only these weapons of different colors.
Some of the weapons' blades were intact, while others had gaps on them that had not been wiped clean enough, and were stained with blood.
Placed on top of this coffin are the dead good generals and soldiers. During their lifetimes, they either bravely fought against the three armies or served generously in righteousness. Both of them were deeply loved by the officers and men in the army.
The ceremony of thanking the soldiers is not a majestic official document, nor is it the random talk of a storyteller, nor is it a catch-up in the writings of a man of letters. It is the deep respect and memory of the deceased by the surviving brothers in the army. They cannot enter the court.
, cannot be recorded in the annals of history, but it is the most important courtesy in the military camp.
Taishu was born in a wealthy official family in ancient times. Of course, he had heard about the ceremony of thanking soldiers in the army from the previous generation. The ceremony of thanking soldiers has nothing to do with the identity of the person who died. Even the ninth-five-year-old may not be worthy of thanking him.
The gift of war.
Taishu Gu was a little uneasy. The soldiers and soldiers in front of him might usually look up at the giant Zhuozhou Taishu, but now, looking at the solemn and desolate army officers and soldiers, Taishu Gu actually felt timid.
.
Li Luo stretched out his hand and pressed Taishu Gu's shoulder, and said slowly: "Brother Taishu, send the young master to the coffin, and we will carry him into the camp."
The moment Li Luo put his hand on his shoulder, Taishu Gu calmed down, took a deep breath, looked at the warmth in Li Luo's eyes, and nodded heavily. Taishu Xianchou would rather die than surrender, and now his soul has returned.
How could I let my nephew, my own nephew, lose face in my hometown?
Taishu Gu took the black cloth bag from Gongsun Xiaoniang's hand and gently placed it on the soldier's coffin.
After untying the black cloth covering the body, Taishu Xianchou looked peaceful, or even calm. His face had turned black and discolored, and his neck was covered with corpse spots, but it was not rotten. It must have been concocted with drugs, but I didn't know.
What is the purpose of Meng Jue's move?
Looking at Taishu Xianchou's calm, peaceful but proud face, Taishu Gu could no longer hold back the hot tears in his eyes and murmured: "Uncle, I'm taking you home."
Li Luo raised his voice and shouted: "Pick up the coffin and send uncle Xianchou back to the camp." He thanked the soldiers and left their names, and called him by his name before entering the camp. This means being upright in life and death.
"Send Uncle Tai back to the camp!" Calls one after another, filled with desolation and heroism, echoed throughout the land of Yeliang Prefecture. The red sun in the distant mountains paused for a moment, and quietly stayed on the horizon looking at the camp gate.
Taishu Xianchou in front of him and the soldiers beside him.
Li Luo, Taishu Gu, Yi Zhao, and another strong general in the army carried the coffin, each holding a corner and slowly walked towards the camp.
No one spoke, and no one cared who Li Luo and Taishu Gu were carrying the coffin. All eyes fell on Taishu Xianchou, who was lying quietly on the coffin, with dignity, suspicion, and something else.
The answer is, as long as there is no contempt or disdain, even if you don't know who is lying down, the dead are the greatest, and those who die on the battlefield should be respected by the living.
A few steps ahead was the gate of the camp. The officers and soldiers in the camp were lined up on the left and right, watching the group of people walking slowly. Except for the soldiers under Yi Zhao's command, no one in the camp said a word to welcome Uncle Tai's return.
camp.
This is the rule of the ceremony of thanking soldiers. If it is not recognized by all the officers and soldiers, it is only sent off without greeting. It is not a ceremony of thanking soldiers, but a ceremony of returning souls. It is also considered a great gift in the military, but it is not the same as the ceremony of thanking soldiers.
It's hard to say the same thing.
Taishu Gu, who was accustomed to seeing wind and waves, felt a little confused, and also felt sad and angry. Could it be that dying on the battlefield like this could not earn the respect of the officers and soldiers in the camp?
Li Luo's expression was as usual, he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.
Yi Zhao yelled loudly and said: "At that time, Taishu Xianchou, the young master of the Jiuqing Dynasty, died in the 23rd year of Bandung. During his lifetime, he fought a powerful enemy in Caohai at Lima Pass. He would rather die than surrender. He was wounded thirty times.
He died with seven arrows, please welcome his soul back."
"Please welcome the soul back!" All the generals beside the soldier's coffin shouted in unison, and the sound shook the sky.
The eyes of the officers and men in the camp have changed a bit. Taishu Xianchou's name may not be known to many ordinary soldiers, but most of the generals in the army know it. Among the nine ministers, his position is respected and powerful.
However, most of Zhuocheng's powerful ministers do not please the border guards. Even if Taishu Xianchou has a reputation for talent, it is the same. But such an important minister in the eyes of others has such backbone. He was hit by thirty-seven arrows.
The people of Dagan died like Dagan ghosts. Such a bloody nature is worthy of worship by all the soldiers.
66 Voices came from the camp one after another: "Welcome Taishu Xianchou back to the camp." The voice was not too loud, less than half.
Only three to five feet away from the camp gate, Li Luo suddenly raised his head, smiled, and said slowly: "Tai Shu Gu and I, as well as a close friend of life and death, broke into the Mongolian camp three days ago. In fact, there