Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 174: Bringing [-] heroic souls home!
White snow and frost and mist.

Feng Qingchen did not follow the army into the valley, but chose to stay in the camp with the Bai family guards.

He was not from Dongling, and Bai Mingwei respected his choice at this time. Everyone else was focused on picking up the bones, and no one cared about his departure.

Then, the team composed of Bai Jiajun and Huo Jiajun advanced into the Yin Valley.

After walking a short distance, the team stopped.

Just because the road ahead was blocked by piles of corpses, tens of thousands of corpses were laid out like a forest, stretching deeper into the valley, seemingly endless.

The corpses on the ground were covered in heavy snow, with thick layers of ice forming on the surface.

The snow covered the shocking sight of blood, but it could not conceal the brutality of the bloody storm.

Occasionally, broken corners of iron armor were exposed, and scattered weapons and spears were scattered all over the field. Even the floating snow seemed to have a choking smell. It was clearly not rotten, but the smell of corpses and death was everywhere.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through, turning the broken snow into white mist. The valley was shrouded in a layer of gray smoke. The sky became darker and darker, and the corpses everywhere gradually blurred from sight.

The shrill cry of the owl quickly broke the dead silence, and the cold wind blowing in the face mixed with scattered snow blew the mist, and countless corpses became clear again.

What comes into view is another desolate and sad scene of snow and corpses strewn across the fields.

Here, Liu Yao has the most noble status, but Huo Shixun is still the highest general.

He took the lead and led everyone to the entrance of the valley. Looking at the wreckage covered with snow, his eyes that had been weathered by the wind and frost in the north were stained with blood, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, as if there was some violent emotion burning in his eyes.

He clenched his fists tightly and clenched his knuckles hard, making a crackling sound.

It seemed like he was extremely angry.

But this anger was not directly expressed, as if it flowed through the body with the blood, and finally turned into hatred in the heart.

He turned over/dismounted, took out the sharp sword from his waist and slammed it on the ground.

The sharp sword was buried in the ground, its body still trembling.

He lifted up his clothes and knelt down on one knee.

A deep and deep voice instantly resounded in the empty and silent valley: "Welcome the martyrs!"

Several lieutenants followed closely behind, drew out their swords from their waists, threw them to the ground angrily, and shouted hoarsely: "Welcome the martyrs!"

Bai Mingwei's gaze spread across the snow in front of him and stopped on a pile of corpses.

That's where she found her father that day.

The father was half-kneeling on the piles of bones, with only a blood-stained sword supporting his body. His unclosed eyes looked towards Pingcheng with reluctance and nostalgia.

The scene flashed before my mind.

Bai Ming slightly tightened his grip on the reins, only to feel that the blood all over his body flowed back to his heart, where it condensed into a knife and pierced his heart fiercely. In an instant, it was dripping with blood and heart-wrenching.

She let go of the reins and turned over/dismounted. She took out the sword from her waist and plunged it into the snow. She lifted her clothes, knelt straight down and screamed sadly: "Welcome the martyrs!"

Bai Jing was followed behind Bai Mingwei. Although his voice was not strong enough, he shouted heartbreakingly hoarse and tragic: "Welcome the martyrs!"

Weak, he knelt upright in the snow.

He did not see the death of his relatives, but the corpses laid out in front of him and the tragedy of each fallen soldier could tell him.

He could imagine how heroic his eldest brother's death was.

"Bird/beast!"

Bai Jing roared in a low voice. He knelt upright, but his soul was already crushed by sadness.

Eighty thousand soldiers and eighty thousand living lives were turned into cold corpses.

Who is heartbroken, besides their parents, wives and children, there is also him, a comrade who once fought side by side, and these soldiers who have the same mission as them.

Bai Jing couldn't bear it anymore, her body was shaking badly, and tears welled up from her eyes.

"Welcome the martyrs!"

He choked and repeated again, his voice low, like a helpless bird.

The shout brought Liu Yao back from his fear. He was so frightened by the piles of corpses that his scalp was numb and his hair stood on end. He got off his horse by accident, lifted up his clothes and knelt down: "Welcome the martyrs!"

As if his voice was not loud enough and his emotions were not full enough, he shouted again at the top of his lungs: "Welcome the martyrs!"

He was a phoenix and a grandson, so he didn't have to kneel before the [-] martyrs, but it was precisely because he knelt that the bone-removing process was more meaningful.He is a descendant of the Liu family. These soldiers sacrificed heroically to protect the Liu family and the people, and they deserve to be knelt down by his ninth prince.

Fifteen thousand Huo Jiajun and nearly [-] Bai Jiajun pulled out their swords from their waists, knelt down on one knee, and shouted: "Welcome the martyrs!"

The sounds of suppressed sadness and anger echoed throughout the valley, overwhelming and deafening.

Everyone knelt down.

It had been a while, but the tragic sound still echoed in the valley, coming through the increasingly cold wind.

The surrounding snow particles were lifted up by the cold wind again, and the trees covered with ice and fog also trembled in the wind. It seemed that the whole world was shouting for the heroes to return home.

The fog in the valley gathered and dispersed, and the echoes gradually became fainter and fainter as time passed.

Immediately afterwards, the echo seemed to float behind them, ringing behind everyone.

Listening carefully, this voice came from Pingcheng.

As if echoing the shouts of the soldiers, the soldiers and people in Pingcheng were also calling for the martyrs to return home.

Huo Shixun stood up, pulled out the sword stuck in the soil, pointed the tip of the sword straight to the sky, and shouted again: "Beat the drums and sing the sacrificial song!"

"Dong dong dong..." Eight large drums lined up on the left and right of the team played at the same time. The sound soared into the sky, and the Cuiping Mountains stretching across the Dongling territory seemed to tremble with it.

Huo Shixun started, and the song "Nine Songs of National Mourning" sounded along with the sound of drums, and the hoarse song struck everyone's heart: "Fuck Wu Ge, he was beaten by a rhinoceros, his car was on the wrong side, and he was caught in close combat."

Several lieutenants took over hoarsely: "The sun is blocked by clouds, and the enemies are like clouds. The arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting for the lead."

Bai Ming choked up slightly and hummed: "I'm still in the formation, I'm walking on the ground, my left side is injured, and my right side is wounded."

Bai Jing sang with a tearful voice: "Two wheels of haze come to support the four horses, and the jade canopy comes to the aid of beating the drums."

Liu Yao did not choose to remain silent: "The weather is full of anger, and the powerful spirit is so angry that it kills them all and abandons the wilderness."

Then, all the soldiers also spoke.

The majestic and tragic songs emanated from the mouths of the soldiers. The songs contained reverence for the fallen soldiers, as well as suppressed, restrained, and unspeakable sadness.

You can't go in and out, and you can't go backwards, and the plain suddenly goes far.

With a long sword, Xi is holding Qin Gong, and his heart is not punished.

Sincerity is both brave and martial, and in the end is strong and can't be overthrown.

After the body is dead, the god is the spirit, and the child's soul is the ghost.

The song is over.

Huo Shixun thrust his sword into the snow again, lifted up his clothes and knelt down again: "In the tenth year of Yuanzhen, on August [-]th, [-] soldiers were trapped in the Yinshan Mountains and died heroically on the battlefield in blood!"

"Today, Fuyuan General Huo Shixun led his army to collect bones and bring [-] heroes back home!"

Several lieutenants choked with sobs and repeated: "General Huo's lieutenants are here to take [-] heroic souls back home!"

Bai Mingwei's tone was quite calm, but who can say that she wasn't sad: "Bai Mingwei, the daughter of the Bai family, is here to take [-] heroic souls back home!"

Bai Jing's throat was blocked and he couldn't speak. He just gritted his teeth and looked ahead with splitting eyes.

The drums started beating again, and everyone shouted: "We are coming to take the [-] fallen soldiers home!"

Huo Shixun shouted again: "Mourning!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers took off their helmets.

Huo Shixun shouted again: "Sorry!"

All the soldiers were sad and weeping.

Huo Shixun shouted again: "Sacrifice!"

All the soldiers raised the paper money in their hands.

By chance, a gust of wind passed through the forest, rolling up paper money and flying all over the sky.

The whole world, besides the color of snow, also has the pale color of paper money.

Finally, Huo Shixun stood up: "All officers and soldiers listen to the order and immediately bury the bodies of our brave and strong martyrs in Dongling who sacrificed their lives for the country!"

(End of this chapter)