A Good Landlord in the Tang Dynasty: Emperor Yuan Cong

Chapter 101 Horse Leather Shroud
More than 300 fresh lives came to an abrupt end in Wushan.

"Following Jun Mo's words to seal the matter of the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will die."

At the foot of Wucheng Mountain, Huaiyu looked at the rows of corpses lying on the ground with an extremely heavy heart. These people were still full of enthusiasm a day ago, thinking about killing young people who had made great achievements on the battlefield.

Some of them are fathers, some are sons, some are sons of government soldiers, some are strong sons of Longyou tyrants, and some are local townships who were temporarily conscripted, but they are all lying there silently at this moment, their lives are ending here, There is a full stop.

"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, so why return them wrapped in horse leather!"

"The soul is going back!"

As the general manager of the hospital battalion, Wu Huaiyu, who had just fought a big victory, now changed into a Taoist robe, held a sword in his hand, and set up a simple altar at the foot of Wucheng Mountain.

He held a ceremony of salvation for the fallen Tang soldiers.

This is not Huaiyu's idea, but the request of the entire hospital battalion soldiers. After the soldiers are over, it is a common practice to let monks and Taoists perform deeds to save the souls of the dead. Now that there is a ready-made disciple of Lou Guan in the army, naturally there is no need for it Find outsiders.

Everyone believes that Wu Huaiyu will be able to save these robes by doing it himself.

Huaiyu is no stranger to ceremonies, and in the five years of middle school in Zhongnan Mountain, almost all of these can be regarded as learning.

"The soul is going back!"

The hospital battalion soldiers and civilian husbands who died in battle arranged their remains, wiped their bodies clean, and even put on clean clothes. Only a few of them were too tragic and vague, and they were wrapped in horse leather.

There are also some who can't be found, no one is alive but no dead body, if a comrade-in-arms confirms that they are dead in battle, they will take a piece of their military uniform, and if they are not confirmed dead, they will be recorded as missing for the time being.

The soul goes back,

The soul returns to the hometown.

Dark clouds rolled up in the sky, blocking out the sun.

"Bury loyal bones, bury robes!"

Huaiyu gave an order, and the soldiers of the hospital battalion carried the sacrificed comrades into the dug pit.

Due to the limited conditions on the battlefield, it is impossible to give every soldier a coffin, let alone send them back to their hometown, especially now that the war is still going on, and the weather is so hot that the corpses cannot last long, and they are easily corrupted and even breed virus plagues. They can only be disposed of in situ or cremated , or buried.

The Han people have always paid attention to burrowing into the soil is safe.

Cremation requires a lot of firewood, and in the end, burial was adopted.

The pit is two feet long and six feet wide.

Four feet seven deep.

According to the traditional customs in some places in Guanzhong, no son is three feet nine, one son is four feet two, and many children are four feet seven. Huaiyu directly gave up the four feet seven that all the war dead dug, although many of them were young people who had not yet married. people.

The pits were dug by members of the same team of the dead, and when they were buried, their comrades in the same team also covered them with soil.

There is no coffin, only the horse skin stripped from the battlefield is wrapped in the burial, buried with soil, and then a stone tombstone is erected, engraved with the name, age and place of origin of the soldiers who died in battle. The family came to collect the bones.

The stone flakes of different sizes are very rough and simple, and the characters engraved on them are not very neat. They were written by literate people such as Ma Zhou in the army, and then the soldiers carved them with knives.

Yesterday a person, today a handful of soil.

Ma Zhou also made a special memorial inscription, describing the battle of Wucheng Mountain in detail. His article is good. This battle with only a few thousand people made his writing so soul-stirring. The brave image of the soldiers in the hospital battalion Well portrayed.

The Turkic dead were not treated so well.

They buried their corpses for twenty miles. Originally Huaiyu asked them to dig a shallow pit and bury them on the spot to avoid the breeding of plague germs. However, many soldiers asked to seal the Turkic corpses and build a Beijing temple. They died in battle in the Xinxingzhai hospital camp In front of Zhe Pao Ze Cemetery.

At that time, a tower will be built above, and a monument to the soldiers who died in the hospital camp will be placed in the tower, and these Turkic wolf cubs will be suppressed forever.

Everyone agreed and made a strong request, and Huaiyu couldn't refuse. In the end, they brought all the Turkic corpses over by carts and horses.

More than 1000 Turkic corpses were gathered and sealed with soil.

Wu Junwei and the others even ordered to cut off the heads of all Turkic corpses, and then cut off the left ear.The left ear was salted and preserved, and it will be tested in the camp in the future.

As for the head missing the left ear, there is another layer on top of the Jingguan, which is called the skull platform.

Have to say, it's a bit perverted.

But those soldiers and even civilian husbands were very active in doing this, and Huaiyu had no reason to stop them. More than 400 surviving Turkic captives carried the transported Turkic corpses on their backs, and sealed the soil...

Fortunately, this location was chosen in the downwind, and it was still some distance from the Xinxing camp, otherwise who would suffer.

"Has Chief Chai not contacted yet?"

"The Qingqi courier sent never returned, and Sanba sent people there, and there was no letter. I don't know what's going on now. Could it be that Chief Chai has returned to Guanzhong?" Ma Zhou was also puzzled.

Huaiyu felt that it was impossible. Although Chai Shao was a son-in-law, he was also a famous general, and Changan was not in such a critical position right now. He had an intuition, telling him that Chai Shao was nearby, and the Qingqi he had sent unexpectedly did not come back. It made him more convinced of this guess.

"Let the brothers hurry up to build the camp, the sooner the better, the stronger the better, and those dead horses and wounded horses on the battlefield, cut off all the horse meat, salt it, smoke it, don't waste it." Huaiyu Looking at the Turkic camp that was still silent on the other side.

This surprisingly calm made him feel even more uneasy.

He had a premonition that there would be a big war.

"Are we going to fight again?"

"It's not up to us to fight or not. We can only use soldiers to flood the water and soil. At least make more preparations to increase our ability to protect ourselves."

At noon, continue to eat horse meat,

It's the beginning of autumn, and it's cooler in the morning and evening, but the autumn tiger is still hot during the day, and the horse meat is pickled with salt and then dried, but it still tastes a little off.

However, in order to save food and be able to last longer, Huaiyu asked everyone to eat horse meat these days to save food.

The season is not right. Although a lot of salt is used, the marinated meat is still not very good, but it is still edible, but it is not very fresh.

Wash, soak in water, and stew again.

There is a lack of seasoning in the army, so the stewed horse meat is not delicious, especially in summer, it is not suitable to eat more horse meat, and it is easy to get angry and irritable.

Fortunately, in the barracks, the soldiers were not so picky, and were even quite satisfied with the smelly marinated horse meat. They believed the news announced by the general manager that the reinforcements from the general manager Chai were coming, and everyone was very relaxed.

Building a tower of skeletons to watch the fortresses of Beijing, burying fallen brothers, treating wounded soldiers, building camps, grazing horses and mules, repairing armor and weapons,

On the east bank of the Zhang River, at the foot of Wucheng Mountain, Huaiyu looked relaxed on the surface, and he was all smiles when he greeted everyone, but he couldn't wait for the reinforcements, but he became more and more anxious in his heart. There was no movement, which made him more uneasy.

"You're just a fledgling, and you can achieve such a record. It's already amazing. You're proud enough." Fan Xuanfu is now Huaiyu's personal soldier, following him all day long, as his personal bodyguard, and living in the same tent. .

Fan Xuanfu, dressed in silver armor and red robe, was dressed as a soldier, and looked extremely heroic. His red phoenix eyes, inverted triangle back, small waist and long legs, looked very much like Zhao Min played by Zhang Min in the Yitian movie, with a heroic aura.

Now the two live in the same tent, but Fan Xuanfu talks about etiquette to him everywhere, not to exceed half a step.

"I guess there is a large Turkic army coming here from the direction of Lanwei. I don't know why I sent three soldiers to report to Fuqiang, but there was no reply." Huaiyu looked at Fan Xuanfu, "I want you to Go to Fuqiang City to ask for help for me."

Fan Xuanfu's long and narrow red phoenix eyes narrowed, and became cold and lingering, "Do you want to leave me? Don't think about it." She shook her head, "I will never leave you, even if we die, I will have our heads side by side by Turkic people Put together!"

Huaiyu was helpless, "Don't say that unlucky thing, I just trust you."

"You send other people to go." Fan Xuanfu refused, "Either we go back to Chang'an together, or let the Turkic people put our heads together. Anyway, life and death are shared, and we will never leave!"

Meeting such a girl, Huaiyu didn't know whether to say that the third life was lucky, or that the ninth life was evil. "I don't want to die here. I want to marry you and have more than a dozen children with you in the future."

"Bah, treat me like a pig and give birth to more than a dozen." The icy Fan Xuanfu couldn't help but blushed at the rascal's words, poohing in his mouth, but very sweet in his heart.

To love someone is to marry him and have children?
If you don't love for the purpose of getting married or having children, that's just hooliganism!

(End of this chapter)