All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 308, Dragon Article Conjuring Soul
At the foot of the mountain, next to the dense forest.

More than 500 graves were piled up, all of them were soldiers of the Sichuan Army, who sacrificed their lives in seven days.

On the tombstones in front of some tombs, the names are engraved on the wood.

Some have only one unnamed stele, and I really don't know the name of the person buried in it.

This is not too miserable, because they are buried with their brothers, and they will not be lonely in the underworld.

Like those lonely and wild ghosts who couldn't even find their bodies and buried them on the spot, those in foreign countries had to be bullied by foreign ghosts.

However, if the name of the Sichuan Army is revealed, the foreign ghosts should be scared to death.

In the jungle not far to the southwest of the tomb, in more than a dozen mass graves, more than 1000 little devils were buried just recently, as a memorial to the soldiers who died in battle.

The brothers became ghosts and murderous ghosts, and some of them were brave enough to provoke them.

Meng, who was standing at the back, became annoyed, seeing Chen Hao chanting words, he always felt panicked in his heart: "The group seems to be talking like a god, are they summoning souls?"

Mi Long listened to Chen Hao sometimes chanting a few words, and analyzed in a low voice: "Tuan Zuo seems to believe in some Buddhas, foreign gods, and the magic of fetching things from the air. Maybe it really is."

The few people next to him couldn't help but nodded, quite approving.

The miraculous things that happened to Tuan Zuo are too numerous to count, and it is not surprising that one more will summon the soul.

"Quiet." After being interrupted by the discussion behind him, Chen Hao scolded, turned his head and looked at Long Wenwen.

"I heard that you can conjure souls. Brothers died in foreign countries. It is impossible to take the ashes back. The souls must go home and have a look. You can recruit one, so that the dead brothers can feel at ease."

Long Wenwen is simply a black man?Face, when did he say that he would summon souls?Even he himself doesn't remember.

Seeing Tuan Zuo's unquestionable gaze, Long Wenwen knew he couldn't hide.

In fact, he didn't want to mention that period of the past, and being associated with mysterious ghosts always made people stay away.

Being a spiritualist is not that simple.

People have their soil and soul and return to their hometown.

Long Wenwen's family is dedicated to calling the souls of the dead and inviting the dead to return home.

People in the peaceful and prosperous world died less, and they died on their own soil, so it was difficult for other families to live.

In the autumn of wars, many people died, but those who were displaced died, and no one hired him to call them, so it was even more difficult for them to live.

Just kept walking and calling.

Called to lonely and wild ghosts who have never met before, and summoned the souls of the brothers who died in battle, it should be a matter of course and cannot be shirked.

Long Wenwen's expression became serious, he knelt on one knee, slowly raised his right hand, and began to mutter something.

All of a sudden, the hairs of everyone behind him stood on end.

They stood up straight in horror, subconsciously leaned back, and even squeezed towards the brothers next to them in horror.

Brothers who are used to seeing life and death, their hearts have long been numb, and tears are almost non-existent.

But at this moment they wanted to cry.

Because Long Wenwen lowered his head, a sound came out of his mouth, like a spell and like music.

It is difficult for anyone to figure out, nor will they want to figure out what that means.

It was more like a mother's chatter, a mother's nagging at the bedside of her dying son.

So they stood quietly like straw in the field, with their heads bowed like him.

Chen Hao has seen more dead people in one year than normal people in a lifetime.

He has participated in many funerals, Chinese style and Western style, including priest's prayer and monk's practice, some of which are very grand, and in ancient times they were all funeral ceremonies at the princely level.

But none of them could match the shock that Long Wenwen's evocation brought to him.

Hearing the unreal voice from Long Wenwen's mouth, Chen Hao's body trembled slightly, his hair stood on end and his back felt cold.

It's really like the sound of evocation from the ghosts of hell.

If you die, you should be very willing to hear this voice, and your grievances will be at peace in this voice.

Chen Hao shook his head violently, throwing that thought out of his mind: "Damn it, how could I believe that he can really summon souls?"

He has always been dubious about ghosts and gods.

Before the massacre, Chen Hao would pray for peace of mind. The eight words "God bless Amitabha Buddha" did not take much saliva, but they were enough to deceive his heart.

Before Long Wenwen summoned the soul, Chen Hao regarded the soul-calling ceremony as a calculation, like a calculation to promote that he can fetch things from the air and stabilize people's hearts.

At this moment, Chen Hao regretted it.

He intends to interrupt, but he can't help but doubt, will it cause backlash if he interrupts?

So I had to take out a stereo and turn it on to play the Great Compassion Mantra.

"Namo drink Luotana duoluoyeye, Nanmo alaye..."

The music of the Great Compassion Mantra, coupled with Long Wenwen's unearthly crooning, seems to be more suitable for the occasion.

All the brothers of the Sichuan Legion could not keep tears from their moist eyes, and Chen Hao was about to have a myocardial infarction.

Fortunately, Long Wenwen's summoning didn't last long, he stood up again and said to Chen Hao solemnly: "Tuan Zuo, the brothers who died in battle have returned to their hometowns, and they asked me to thank Tuan Zuo.

Because of the Tuan Zuo, they didn't die worthless on the way to escape, each of them had several devil lives in their hands, they were heroes against the enemy. "

Hearing the first sentence for the first time, Chen Hao's heart couldn't jump out.

It was because Long Wenwen's summoning ceremony was so realistic that Chen Hao couldn't help suspecting that he was possessed by a dead soul.

Hearing later, Chen Hao wanted to give Long Wenwen a thumbs up in his heart.

As expected of Long Wenwen, who can bring back a group of remnants and defeated generals, he really has a lot of heart.

Long Wenwen guessed what Chen Hao was thinking.

After going through rounds of bloody battles, forcing all the little devils back, the tight strings of the Sichuan Army were relaxed, and everyone's thinking was different.

The main force of the expeditionary force has already withdrawn, why are you still here, of course you want to go home.

Most of the brothers in the Sichuan Army think so.

If you can't find a reason for people to stay, you will end up like a forced Latino, and the big guy will definitely desert if he finds an opportunity.

Funerals for the dead are for the living to see.

Calling the soul back to the hometown, leaving the body in a foreign country seems to be barely acceptable.

It solves the worries of some people who died, but it also needs to give people a reason to look forward to.

For the hope of the nation?
Space, too fake, too big, it sounds ungrounded.

It is too embarrassing to expect a bunch of people who can't even write their names to understand.

Chen Hao decided to use the two simplest things to motivate everyone, hatred and money.

Needless to say about hatred, little devils don't come to do good deeds, they come to be robbers and robbers to rob things, whatever the means of the bandits, they are the means.

It is nothing more than a large-scale organization, thousands of times larger than the bandit forces.

Those who didn't have any hatred before, after seven days of bloody battles, were jealous with the little devil, and the hatred has been etched in their hearts.

Staying here will definitely not worry about the chance to kill devils.

Chen Hao focused on money. He casually pointed to a tall and thin man and asked, "How much military salary do they pay you? Is it enough?"

That man was a young man who was brought here, and he barely counted as a second-class soldier after staying for two months. He couldn't help asking: "Tuan Zuo, no, should I be paid?"

Everyone was amused by his stupidity, and Meng Anan gave him a little science.

Second-class soldiers receive ten yuan in military pay a month, but the above said that the country is in trouble, the military salary cannot be paid normally, and there is only seven yuan left for the national disaster pay.

"Then why didn't I see it?" the tall and thin man asked.

Meng Fanle smiled wryly: "It's not that easy, it's common for soldiers to be in arrears with their salaries.

I used to be a captain and company commander, and I only saw each other every few months, and I was corrupted a lot by the officers above.

If you can't send them out, take some military uniforms and old boots to make up.

If you are a recruit who has been captured, then don't count on money, and if you can see the banknotes at the end, it is considered the special care of the chief. "

A former lieutenant and platoon leader, Wang Yu, testified that his monthly salary was 42 yuan.

It sounds like a lot, but according to the price, it is really pitiful.

The cheapest bowl of noodles in Yunnan costs three yuan, and if you eat fourteen bowls of noodles, you will eat up all the military pay.

There are bandits selling weapons in the local area. A light machine gun costs 7000 yuan. Adding up their entire company's military salaries, they can't afford a machine gun.

The military rations were embezzled and embezzled by the officers, half a bag of sand could be mixed into a bag of brown rice, and the brothers all ate bran, which is something that animals only eat.

One has to find a way to fill one's stomach.

Selling weapons can make a fortune, so they stick to self-stealing, take out the guns in the army and sell them. Selling a gun can earn half a person's military salary for a lifetime.

But the chiefs regard the troops as their own private property. If guns and ammunition are such valuable things, they will of course go into their own pockets if they are sold. How can a group of big soldiers take them.

The easiest way is to sell all the weapons, and the big soldiers under him will not be able to sell.

But is it still an army without a gun?
Later, the chief of the national army thought of a different way, locked the gun with a chain and strictly guarded it, and then barely stopped the trend of stealing guns.

Talking about these things, everyone has personal experience, or they have heard about it.

All in all, don't listen to what the top says about the military expenditure, that is fattening the officials and officers, and the low-level officers and big soldiers below are living a miserable life.

To be honest, the Eighth Route Army is considered to be better than them.

"The guns in our hands are considered machine guns, and they are better than ordinary machine guns. Can they be sold for tens of thousands?"

"That's right, use this to throw away the Czech style, at least ten thousand."

Chen Hao heard the comments of two veterans, and glanced over: "Damn it, there are really people who want to sell my weapons. Do you two want to try military law?"

It was more than ten meters away, and others were discussing. The two soldiers were discussing in a low voice, but Chen Hao's ears were so good, and he lowered his head in fright.

Under Chen Hao's command, he never treated anyone badly in terms of food and drink.

He's not that bad either.

Of course, the lack of military pay is still a hidden worry, and Chen Hao raised it now to solve it.

The gold sand he got from the British guy was brought back to be purified by goldsmiths, and produced with industrial molds, all of which were made into golden melon seeds weighing one gram.

Chen Hao played tricks again, raised one hand and muttered something, and then it rained golden melon seeds in front of him.

Look straight at the eyes of everyone in the regiment.

Meng Fanle rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Golden Rain, the little master read it right, is this really gold?"

"It's so golden, can the group seat lie to you?" Bu La said.

Milong opened his mouth wide open: "Then it will become the ability to turn stones into gold. If I had such an ability, I would have become a rich man."

The whole group was more excited than the next, wishing to rush to grab the gold immediately.

The only reason why they didn't put their thoughts into action was that the man who threw out the gold was their group seat, the omnipotent and extremely mysterious group seat.

"Lin Yi."

"arrive."

Hearing Chen Hao's call, Ah Yi raised her thin chest high, trembling in her voice.

"Three thousand golden melon seeds, each weighing one gram, are collected. Prepare a regulation according to the rank, and send all of them to the brothers as military salary."

Chen Hao is undoubtedly inviting people to buy people's hearts, using gold to pay military salaries. No one has done this before.

Now there are very few troops who use the ocean to pay their military salaries. They are paid in French currency, and the French currency has depreciated many times. How many bowls of noodles can a soldier's military salary buy?

Two bowls or three bowls.

Gold is different. It is an absolute hard currency that can be used anywhere in the world and can be exchanged for anything you want.

Ignoring it, Ah Yi carefully picked up the golden melon seeds from the ground and put them in the bag.

Chen Hao came to draw a big cake for everyone. The gold mine is next to the gold mine. To keep it is to keep the wealth. From now on, all military pay will be paid with gold.

Most of the soldiers were from poor backgrounds. Thinking about accumulating a fortune, buying land, building a house and marrying a wife after returning home, I was completely moved.

After passing this village, there is no such store. Thinking about it, I won’t even be able to receive the military salary after I go back, and I will be hungry if I go around.

There is a bright future ahead.

"Tuan Zuo, can each person send out one first, so that the brothers can have a look?" Kang Ya waited impatiently, and asked impatiently, pretending to be courageous.

Ah Yi has even put all the golden melon seeds into the bag.

Seeing that everyone was looking forward to it, Chen Hao nodded in agreement, and first sent people a fun message, and it would be more effective to cooperate with his persuasion.

Golden melon seeds are small gold nuggets made of gold, similar to melon seeds, which are actually broken gold.

In the Qing Dynasty, the weight of golden melon seeds was about [-] grams.

However, modern technology has made it very easy to cast golden melon seeds, which are as big as real melon seeds, lifelike, and can be made into a very large shape with a weight of one gram.

After receiving a golden melon seed, Kang Ya wiped the dirt on it with her finger, and eagerly took a bite.

The hollow golden melon seeds were bitten open on the spot, and the inside was also golden.

Really didn't run away.

Kang Ya was so happy that she turned into a flower, thinking in her heart that more than 500 people would share [-] melon seeds, and an average person could get [-] seeds.

It is certain that there will be fewer big-headed soldiers and more officers.

He is now a platoon leader, and he can be regarded as a low-level officer, so there will be no fewer than six.

This was the fastest calculation in his life. After reaching the conclusion, he immediately felt that it was a very correct choice to stay here with the group seat.

If you can upgrade and get more points, you can stay for a few more years.

When the military pay was paid later, Chen Hao made up another part. Every soldier received five golden melon seeds, and there were more officers. He immediately won unprecedented support.

Are you still going home?

Whenever they asked, they followed the orders of their superiors, and they went wherever the superiors told them to go.

Then get ready to go south.

(End of this chapter)