Li Du returned to the barracks, and Remonin also returned.

Most of the soldiers who died in the battle were still members of the Jinsi Grass, and he, as the patriarch of the Jinsi Grass, was responsible for the entire funeral process.

According to tradition, before being buried, the Jinsa tribe would send representatives to a distant place to find a famous soothsayer they did not know, that is, an African dark shaman, and ask them to search for the soul of the deceased and bring it back to their place of belonging.

They believed that after death, the souls would wander the grasslands, and that the dark wizards would find their souls and bury them with their bodies.

The reason why they don't look for a nearby sorcerer for divination is because they also have to find the cause of death of the deceased through a sorcerer.

This made Li Du very dazed, and when he listened to Lei Monen's introduction, he said blankly: "The cause of death? Wasn't they killed by bullets? Aren't they warriors who died in battle?"

Remonin said: "What we want to divinate is not this, but whether he died because he offended the gods, and which god he offended that caused his death." ”

Li Du was stunned and said, "But you know, they were obviously killed in battle." ”

Remonin glanced at him and said, "You can say this to me, when the clansmen arrive, when the funeral begins, you must not say it." ”

Li Du understood what he meant, and the officials and others also understood, and they laughed in a low voice: "Ha, this is a tradition." ”

Remonen said displeasedly: "This is our tradition, but it has a scientific basis. ”

As he spoke, he began to popularize science: "You see, there are many people who participate in every battle, but why don't all of them die? Why don't others die? Why?"

"Because others are lucky, the war dead are unlucky. ”

Remonen nodded: "You're right, but why is it unlucky?"

Li Du and his entourage looked at each other, they couldn't come up with an answer, yes, why are these war dead unlucky?

Remonin was very satisfied with their reaction, and said, "I can't tell you the answer, right? Because they have offended the gods, and it is the gods who have caused their bad luck!"

Li Du: What can they say? This is a tradition, and they have to respect their traditions.

So they nodded their heads and asked, "Which god have these poor fellows offended?"

"God Terr. Remonin said.

Li Du said: "I would like to hear about it." ”

Remonin said patiently: "The god Ter is our sun god, and the soldiers who died in battle are followers of the sun god, but they fought at night, which angered the sun god, and the sun god deprived them of their lives. ”

Godzilla muttered, "These gods are terrible, but fortunately I don't believe in anyone." ”

Li Du gave him a look, don't talk nonsense here, attend the funeral honestly, and leave.

Three days later, when the morning sun rises, the funeral begins in earnest.

Because the deceased warriors died for offending the sun god, Remonin led his people to sacrifice to the sun god, and they offered beer, killed animals and sacrificed to their ancestors, and appeased the gods.

During this time, the eldest elder of the clan knelt on the grass and muttered in the tribal language with his face to the east, as a sign of remorse and implication for the gods not to harm others again.

On the other side, Remonin organized the elite young men of the clan, dressed in traditional battle robes, wielding bows and arrows, spears and swords, and roaring in the direction of the sun.

Puzzled, Li Du asked what this was for, and Remonin told him, "Our warriors are questioning the sun god why he punishes these people for serving him with all their might. ”

So Mr. Li was stunned: "You are repenting and questioning your god at the same time?"

Remonin nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, we repent to show our devotion to the sun god. We challenged him to tell him that we are not good bullies!"

What can Li Du say? I can only say that the tradition of the Golden Silk Grass tribe is very magical.

Several women wept bitterly at the barracks gates, wailing and even rolling on the ground, looking grief-stricken.

This scene made Li Du think that the wives and families of the soldiers who died in the war had come to make trouble, but it turned out that this was also a tradition, expressing the wives of their husband's farewell feelings, and the more grief-stricken they were, the more affectionate they became.

Others could not cry, but prepared for the funeral in an orderly manner.

They put soldiers in military uniforms into coffins, put them in hearses, and send them to the tribe's graveyard.

The hearse was a converted truck, and the car moved slowly, followed by the tribesmen.

According to the tradition of the Golden Silk Grass clan, when the hearse walks, no vehicle other than the car in which the president is sitting must stop the hearse or overtake it as a sign of mourning.

The barracks were separated by a distance from the tribe, and the people walked more than ten kilometers to reach the cemetery of the tribe.

Pits had been dug there, and soldiers were heavily armed and solemnly guarded around the cemetery.

The families of the deceased are waiting here, they cannot cry, they must suppress their grief.

Remonin himself acted as a gravedigger, and he jumped into a cemetery, where the strong man on top hoisted the coffin and lowered it, and he held it underneath to let it fall smoothly.

At this point, the elders of the tribe would throw down some of the smoke-emitting dried herbs, and then people would bury the coffin.

As the people scattered the soil, a drum sounded.

This is like a signal, and the relatives of the deceased, who have been suppressing their grief, cry loudly.

Thinking of so many young men turning into corpses in the blink of an eye, Li Du was also quite sad in his heart.

If it weren't for him, these lads might still be alive at this time. But if it weren't for him, by the time Goode attacked, I'm afraid everyone here would have died!

It can only be said that Africans are right, if you want to live a long life, then stay away from diamonds.

Diamonds are the real cause of their lives!

Originally, he was in a sad mood with the cries of the people, but it didn't take long for him to grieve anymore, and there were people beating the drums all the time, and there was a rhythm, as if he was playing a song.

And people's cries have a rhythm, and they have to cry to the rhythm and volume of the drums, sometimes high and low, and the pitch is undulating, and this tradition is too much for him!

The official, Brother Wolf, and Godzilla were obviously also stunned, and Brother Wolf pondered for a moment, and could only say: "Respect the traditions of the Golden Silk Grass Clan." ”

Their tradition is not so simple, the drums will continue until sunset, and the crying will continue until sunset......

Fortunately, all that is needed is for the family to cry, and when the coffin is buried, the others can leave.

In the evening, there is the final event of the funeral, that is, an evening party, with a bonfire, singing and dancing, wine and meat.

Li Du had heard before that Africans are extremely fond of singing and dancing, and Wang Zhongshi also told him that African men are very lazy, don't like to work, and pretend to be tired when they work.

But as soon as the song and drums sounded, these Africans, who had seemed tired and unable to move, would immediately jump up and dance enthusiastically, even more enthusiastically if there was a bonfire!

Following the local customs, he couldn't leave that day, so he had to attend this party.