There are only two places where clothes can be found—the quartermaster tents, and the dead man's pile. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Yunchu didn't think that she could get a coat at the end of the quartermaster tent, but she was even more reluctant to pull it from the pile of dead people. Although she has fallen into this battlefield, what she is thinking about in her heart is still that kind of peaceful and comfortable days, and the little hypocrisy in her heart can not be dispelled.

Rather than having her pick up the dead man's body, she would rather try her luck at the quartermaster camp.

"Moreover, those men were wounded, either missing arms or legs, or they had been stabbed with spears, and none of their clothes were intact. ”

Xia Yunchu used these almost excuses to convince himself.

She hadn't been to the quartermaster tent, but she knew where it was. Unlike the original owner of this body, after falling into this Great Qin army, Xia Yunchu began to try his best to understand the situation in this army. It includes all kinds of people, and the relationship between the various camps and where they are.

I didn't deliberately want to do anything when I understood it, but now I can use it.

Following the direction he had heard in his memory, Xia Yunchu walked all the way over.

As she walked farther away, away from the camp for the wounded soldiers, the number of people who used to pass by became scarce, and for a long time she did not see a single living person—just no living person, of course.

Xia Yunchu bit his lip and gasped, trying not to let his eyes fall on the corpses next to him, and walked forward without squinting.

Just when some remorse had sprouted in her heart, she suddenly seemed to hear some slight sound in the wind.

At the beginning, Xia Yunchu thought that the shouting and killing sound in front of her was floating in the wind again, but when she listened carefully, she found that it didn't seem to be such an exciting sound. The sound of the wind in pieces seemed to be someone humming a ballad softly.

There would be people in the Great Qin army singing folk sounds and war songs every day, and Xia Yunchu was already a little accustomed to their customs. But now it's not that time at all, all the soldiers are still bleeding and desperately in front of the battle, where will anyone have any leisure to hum a little song.

Xia Yunchu frowned, looked left and right, and followed the voice and took two steps forward.

She didn't really agree with this kind of singing in the middle of the corpses. It is okay to say that she is pedantic, but the lives of these dead people, whether they are soldiers or miscellaneous servants who are busy in the back, or even enemy soldiers who fall into their ranks, always deserve respect.

The sound of humming did not stop, and as Xia Yunchu approached step by step, the scattered sounds became clearer.

It was only then that she realized that her earlier thoughts were not accurate—the other party was not humming a minor key, but chanting a few sentences in an almost singing tone.

"The river is full of rotten bones and wild flowers, and the grass is deep under the bleak hall. ”

Xia Yunchu blinked.

She didn't really hear very clearly, and she didn't quite understand what the exact words were used, because the man wasn't speaking in the tone she was used to hearing. The tone of the man's voice was more inclined to the Beijing accent like Song Tianyue, and there was a faint coolness in his voice, which was very serious, but there was no hint of ridicule or laughter.

With such a respectful tone, even if Xia Yunchu couldn't understand what he was singing, he had slowly loosened his tightly locked brows.

The man must have been singing something like a ritual.

Xia Yunchu walked slowly in that direction again, and heard the sound coming uninterruptedly along the way. Sometimes it is drowned out by the wind, and it is not very clear to hear, but when the wind sweeps away, the sound comes out again. And I was saying the same words back and forth.

At first, I didn't hear it very clearly, but after listening to the other party's singing for a long time, Xia Yunchu gradually began to hear the content of the other party's voice.

It seemed to be a rather casual Yuefu poem, a phrase that Xia Yunchu had never seen before.

The teaching workshop pipa praises the mink brocade, and the Taiping jokes the tiger Ben'er.

Once I went to Xianyang for eight thousand miles, the saddle horse didn't hear my grandmother crying.

The river is full of rotten bones and wild flowers, and the grass is deep under the bleak hall.

Ten thousand mountains are absolutely free of flying geese, and the plains are blocked for twenty springs.

The general won the tiger head song, and the son sang the wild voice when he died in battle.

Seeing the glory of thousands of miles, I don't see the deep boudoir and breaking people.

How many white heads help the soul to return.

Xia Yunchu didn't even know if this song had appeared in her world, but she only knew that hearing that somewhat pale voice singing this tune in a low voice actually made her chest tingle. It was a kind of sadness that made her depressed.

She had fully understood that it was impossible for anyone who spoke to be disrespectful to these corpses. The other party is probably in a mood of compassion for the heavens, so he is singing this music like a soul-sending poem.

There are people in this military formation who sing country tunes and recite war songs, but Xia Yunchu has never seen anyone sing Yuefu poems, let alone do anything to say goodbye to these fallen victims.

This is a battlefield after all, just like those in the camp of the wounded soldiers said, in this place, everyone has to come to this point. As cruel as it may be, when they waste their time on a dead person, they are likely to delay the treatment of another person. The man instinctively lived, but because of this delay, he eventually died.

No one has the time, let alone the leisure to mourn the dead.

Xia Yunchu was already a little numb to this, and she didn't know if she was also in such a numb mentality, or after seeing too much death every day, she was gradually assimilated by the people around her.

It wasn't until she heard this song that she suddenly remembered that she wasn't like this in the first place.

Like this singer, she has deep compassion for the fallen soldiers. Although she wanted to escape from the Great Qin army, she never had any thoughts and love for this country, and she felt very desolate in the end.

It was only later that she gradually discovered that she might not be able to escape from this army, and was fiercely rejected by those military men, refusing to trust the healing method she contributed, that she became a little reluctant to think about it anymore.

- Who lives and who dies, and what does it have to do with her?

But this should have something to do with her, maybe she could have done more.

No matter who fights for profit in the middle, in the end, it is the soldiers who can never return home. They didn't even have a place to go, and the flames turned into dust.

They can't even have grave grass.

Xia Yunchu was standing still, but suddenly he heard the voice coming from the wind stop, and then a somewhat clear male voice asked, "Who are you?"