The Battle of Sandaogou knocked out the pride within the Volunteers, and it was a profound lesson for the Japanese samurai who imagined themselves to be the bosses behind closed doors.

Before breakfast, the whole army gathered together in a neat formation, and the cremation ceremony of the remains of the war dead was about to begin.

The Russian military camp is a 100% log building, and in order to survive the winter, they have already prepared firewood like a mountain, which Lao Maozi forced the local people to cut down with bayonets.

There was plenty of firewood, and soon more than 300 stacks of neatly stacked firewood appeared on the field, which was so spectacular from afar. The bodies of the war dead were laid on it, and each pyre was preceded by a columbarium with their names attached.

The military flag was hunting, the military horn sounded in mourning, and everyone carried their guns and bayonets upwards to send their comrades on the last journey with the strictest military appearance.

Long Ye and Sister Wu put on the military uniforms at the bottom of the box, and put on the golden generals who would never be taken out on weekdays, and where the war horses passed, the earth was solemn.

The people in the distance had already weakened their feet, and many women and children were already kneeling on the ground and began to mumble to themselves, not knowing what they were praying for.

Long Ye looked around and didn't talk nonsense, he just swept all the soldiers present with sword-like eyes, "The dead naturally have the God of War Temple to worship incense, and the living still have to struggle forward!"

"Gentlemen, the heavenly spirits of our brothers are watching us, and we have no choice but to fight to the death until victory!

The sound of a bolt pulling together was like a tidal wave, followed by a storm of gunfire, rumbling like thunder.

"Ignite the fire! Salute!" The flames engulfed the pyre, the smoke billowed into the sky, and more than 2,000 volunteers on the field saluted the victims.

Until this moment, people's emotions are no longer controllable, the tears of the bean big crackle down, although the military camp is iron-blooded but not ruthless, the future generations can send a veteran to make the entire military camp cry to the sky, not to mention that now is the moment of life and death.

Long Ye choked up and yelled, "Finish the ceremony! All units are free to move......

At that moment, the military formation was completely chaotic, and the soldiers rushed to the fire, ignoring the heat wave in their faces, and found their fellow countrymen and comrades kneeling on the ground and crying.

Who has experienced a collective funeral of 300 people? The aura of heaven and earth mourning shocked all the people, and none of the people in Sandaogou could stand and watch now, and all of them knelt on the ground to wipe their tears.

"This is the volunteer who saved us, who died for us...... Son, kowtow to your benefactor!"

This funeral not only shocked all the aborigines of the Far East, but also moved the more than 600 Russian prisoners, although the positions of the enemy and the enemy were different, but the soldiers who did not want the joy of the war and the glory of death. It's a pity that the final fate of their dead comrades-in-arms is just to be thrown into a mass grave and hastily buried, and they may be gnawed by wild wolves in less than three days.

The fire burned for more than four hours before it was extinguished, and the soldiers collected some of the ashes and placed them in the altar, which was then sent en masse to the ship, where the ashes of the victims were diverted to Fuso and eventually placed in the Ryukyu Temple of War.

It's past twelve o'clock at noon, the belated breakfast is finally boiling, the days of wiping away tears are still there, the battle is still fought, and the soldier has to look like a soldier, and he has to put it down if he can afford it.

The marching pot on the bonfire had already been boiled, and the dried mushrooms, dried venison, sauerkraut, wide flour, and the canned meat brought by the volunteers outside the gate were all chopped and thrown into the pot, and soon a large pot of fragrant broth began to exude a strong aroma.

The soldiers who had not eaten water and rice for a full eighteen hours did not say a word of nonsense, and they ate a little bit of a tinplate lunch box, and some of them choked and stretched their necks to look at the pot.

All the people of Sandaogou have become volunteers, and it is not a simple task to make staple food for 2,000 people, such as pancakes, steamed rice, and corn tortillas...... All the methods that could be thought of were used, but fortunately, the volunteers brought a batch of rice noodles with the ship, otherwise Sandaogou would not have been able to provide the staple food of so many soldiers here.

Long Ye walked through the camp with a smile, at this moment he did not have the majesty of a general, put down his body and began to joke with the soldiers, one moment from your bowl to pick a piece of venison, the other time to grab a chopstick vermicelli from the pot, soon the soldier's fear of him dissipated.

"I said before that I would break into pieces and carry out guerrilla warfare in the black soil of the White Mountain, but you still don't understand, you should always understand after this battle, right? Lao Maozi is not so easy to deal with, we must be more patient than them......

"In addition, you also have to think about it, this land is actually not suitable for large army operations at all, and we can't solve a logistics problem......

"You see, more than 2,000 people just eating is a big problem, there are only a handful of villages in the Far East that are sparsely populated with more than 1,000 people, and most of the rest are small villages with hundreds or even dozens of people, even if they have the heart to entertain us, they don't have the ability?"

"We're not locusts, we can't rob and eat human flesh like Lao Maozi, right? By the way, in the past few hundred years of expansion in the Far East, the Rakshasa Kingdom has really done something about using human flesh as military food, and there is no way! When you see the cold winter here in two months, you will know that it is powerful!"

"Therefore, we have to break it into parts, and at most we cannot carry out guerrilla warfare more than a company as a unit, but more of a small unit of infiltration and sneak attack with a platoon as a unit, change a place with one shot, and we will leave if the battle is cheap, even if we kill an old man in a day, how many do you say we have to kill in a year?"

"With so many rows, how much do you get in a year? Accumulate small victories into big victories, blunt knives and bleed, this is the way smart people play...... And if there are fewer people and they hide in the villagers' villages, they will also entertain them? Otherwise, in this place, you will have no place to buy food if you pay for it......

It's all a real truth, and now the knots in the hearts of all the soldiers have been opened, and the samurai who are screaming for a decisive battle are also blushing at the moment and no longer insisting, they finally know that the gap between themselves and the subordinates of the Prime Minister is really worlds apart.

At this moment, a large banner with black letters on a white background suddenly appeared in the dilapidated Russian barracks, and the soldiers who were eating at the four big words "Public Trial Conference" did not know what was going on, and looked at the banner in surprise one by one.

"There are grievances and complaints, and there are revenge revenge! The villagers of Sandaogou and the Ussuri River have gathered! They are all going to the public trial meeting...... "There are many soldiers in the crowd who are holding iron horns and shouting for their lives, and those remnants of the Far East do not know what is happening, and they subconsciously begin to gather towards the assembly hall.