Of the creatures in the world, only human beings have the consciousness to think about death, and only human beings understand that every living entity is bound to die, and death is inevitable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Animals don't have this kind of thinking, they don't have the consciousness of death, they don't wonder why that companion is gone when they are alive, will I also fall down one day and never get up again?

Human beings have thinking, but thinking cannot solve the terrible problem of death, and as a result, mysticism was born, and the birth of mysticism in human society is actually a by-product that appears along with people's thinking about life and death.

Finally, when human beings find that death is inevitable no matter what you think, then they can only choose the way to die, and funeral rituals appear in human society.

In ancient times, each ethnic group had its own mythology, and there were different funeral rituals, including burial, cremation, mummification of dried corpses, and funeral rituals of shamans who smashed and fed wild animals......

Filling death with a sense of ritual and allowing the soul to be transcendent has become a unique spiritual pursuit of human beings.

Over the millennia, religious beliefs have changed, cultural traditions have been intermittently integrated, and funeral rituals have changed but never disappeared.

Under the influence of this culture, human beings collectively believe that humiliating corpses is a great sin!

Kill each other in different ways, but the result is completely different, the captured general, you give him enough courtesy, let him choose his own way of death, and give him a pre-death ritual, and even bury him well after death and erect a monument.

It's a way to kill your enemies.

There is another way, that is, stabbing to death with a knife, and then stripping off the clothes ** corpse, cutting off the head to show off, and even making the skull into a urinal.

This is again a way to kill the enemy.

Is there a difference between these two methods of killing? For the dead man, death is death, and the result is exactly the same, hanging, drowning, hacking, burning, bullet killing...... In the end, it was all a death.

However, different ways of death can bring completely different feelings to the living, the first way of death, although those failed nations are unwilling, but when they see their commanders die with dignity, and even make the enemy extremely respectful, then the hatred in their hearts, and even the consciousness of resistance, will be much smaller.

And try the second way of death! The insulted nation will be filled with righteous indignation and rage, and the hatred of the whole nation will not be extinguished by the three rivers, and you will henceforth receive endless resistance and revenge.

Animals can't understand this kind of human thinking, maybe in the eyes of tigers, lions, and elephants, death is death, and the form of death really matters?

But human beings are so strange that they can do many incomprehensible things in pursuit of a dignified death.

For example, in Vladivostok now, the stupid Fuso samurai used the brain-dead method of insulting the corpse to inspire the hatred of tens of thousands of Tsarist Russian soldiers, and the anger in their hearts has erupted like a volcano.

Where did the sudden burst of combat power come from? That's where it came from......

"Damn idiot!, Yaga, Yaga, ......" Long Ye scolded out Japanese angrily.

"Whoever counts the merit with the head of a man from now on shall have his merit nullified...... Whoever cuts off his head again is not only guilty of military merit, but guilty!"

"A bunch of idiots! It's easy to take credit...... Xiang Shaolong looked at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly made a move like lightning, tearing off the badge on the corpse's shoulder.

"Every soldier has his own badge on his shoulder, and the rank and the information of the unit he belongs to are all on it, doesn't it prove that you killed an enemy if you collect these things......?

Soon the perverted scolding was passed back and forth in the army, Ding Si and Ma Hui led the team to protect the general and continued to rush and kill, and when they encountered the Fusang samurai who cut off people's heads on the way, they shouted and scolded.

"Perverted, no more heads...... The general forbids the use of human heads to take credit! Tear up the name plate! You fool tear up the name plate......

"Are you stupid? Tell me if you're stupid...... Even if you are a bucket waist, you can hang a few heads in a circle, and four or five will reach the sky, and you tear up the enemy's rank and name plate! Tearing one proves that you have killed this enemy, and you can't think of such a simple thing......?

Fighting all the way, scolding all the way, those Fuso warriors finally came to their senses, and in the general's murderous gaze, they threw away the bloody heads on their waists one by one, and began the game of tearing off the name brand.

After a while, Ma Hui and Ding Si met Shimazu Asuka, Maori Ichimoto, Date Hakuya, Date Kitano and others who were competing against 100 people.

Long Ye was mad when he saw it, this group of Fusang warriors who had killed blood gourds, the knives had been cut out of the gaps, and they were still competing there, and their eyes were red one by one.

"Baga, stop it......" Long Ye rolled down from his horse, rushed over and performed the move of the white blade grab, only to hear a series of clanging sounds, and those swords that shattered the blades were thrown to the ground.

Immediately followed by the eighteen falls of sticky clothes and the big wrestler, he fell this group of perverts in a row, and Shimazu Asuka was stupid, he felt his body fall to the ground in the air, and he was smashed to the ground by an over-the-shoulder just when he got up, and then he fell down again, and he fell eleven times in a row, and his brain was wooden.

Long Ye looked at this group of frightened Fuso warriors and yelled, "Give me their heads to soak them in the sea, so that they are sober and sober!"

At this time, the position of the people was on the far left flank of the battlefield, that is, the easternmost part of the peninsula, near the Gulf of Ussuri.

Although the ice floe in the Ussuri Bay in April had broken and allowed ships to sail, the sea was still bone-chilling, and Ding Si, Ma Hui and a group of soldiers carried these crazy Fuso warriors to the beach and stuffed their heads into the sea.

Ma replied, "Idiot, if it weren't for your perverts, these Rakshasa ghosts wouldn't have gone so crazy...... Wake up, wake me up!"

Ding Si was even more immoral, scolding and kicking their butts: "Damn, saying that you are perverted is perverted! Fighting is a dead person, and killing people is right...... But how do I think you seem to enjoy the process of killing? Perverted ......."

With a bang, Ding Si picked up Maori Yuan's head from the ice water, leaned into his ear and shouted, "You can't tear up the famous brand, will you tear the famous brand!"

The biting cold sea finally calmed down these samurai, Shimazu Asuka was the first to shout, "I know it's wrong, I follow the order of the general, I tear the name plate, this is the name plate ......"

"But...... But what is it called tearing off a famous brand......"

"Damn, you still haven't soaked enough in the sea...... "The soldier behind him pressed his head again.

Maoli Yiyuan was startled when he saw it, "Don't drown me, I know how to tear the brand, I must tear the brand well...... Wait!" Maori yelled suddenly towards the sea.

"Look! There is a sampan approaching us...... Isn't it reinforcements! Look at ......."