The wind spirit opened his sour eyelids, rolled his slightly sluggish eyeballs, and swept them around. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wooden beam roof, straight window lattice, white mud wall, blue brick floor, and a white felt was laid on the ground next to the couch where she was lying. Then he raised his arm to look at the clothes on his body, the clean white folded cloth lining, properly dressed, and the black hair was lightly spread on a pillow.

She couldn't remember where it was lying or what had happened, but she snorted in satisfaction because of the comfort around her.

"The little lady can be regarded as waking up, this sleep is good, and she has slept for seven or eight hours." A coarse but smiling woman whispered in a cheerful voice, "The little lady will lie down slowly, and the slave will go to the lieutenant first, so that he may be sure." ”

Captain? Feng Ling frowned and wanted to stand up, but there was a dull pain in her right wrist, and she couldn't use any strength, and when she raised her hand, she saw that there was a thick layer of cloth wrapped around her wrist, and there seemed to be a wooden branch fixed in the cloth, so she had to borrow the strength of her left wrist and slowly sat up from the couch.

After sitting for a while, a few neighs flashed in the chaotic mind, and a few screams and shouts, and a large area of red and gushing blood flashed in front of him. She was startled, and closed her eyes suddenly, but her head gradually cleared, and the last thing she remembered was that she threw herself into it with all her might, and crashed straight into Fu Yanyan.

She recalled those intermittent pictures, and was stunned by her own bluffing, why didn't she give up her life to take the knife for the delay? She couldn't think of what she was thinking or calculating at that time.

After thinking about it again, a flash of inspiration appeared, and the moment he threw himself out, the figure of a woman in military uniform seemed to appear in his mind for no reason, as if it was the Yinghua lady who accompanied the battle that the old government soldiers talked about the night before. How could he think of this, Feng Ling trembled, shook his head and said to himself: He must be frightened and overtired, and he can't help but think wildly.

"The little lady can get up, but can she have the strength to freshen up?" The woman smiled and carried a basin of hot water into the house, put the hot water and cloth on a high table, and came over to check Feng Ling's face, "Alright, alright." It's really good, and the face is alive, the little lady doesn't know it, when she came yesterday, she closed her eyes, and her face was dead, but it scared me. ”

Feng Ling reached out and touched his bag, reached in with his left hand, grabbed a large handful of money at random and held it to the woman: "Auntie has bothered a lot." ”

The woman hesitated and did not answer: "The commander ordered to take care of the little lady, it should be, how can I ask for the little lady's money again." ”

He was a grateful man, and it was not in vain that he saved him. Feng Ling smiled to himself slightly, while stuffing the money into the woman's arms: "There is not much money, auntie is not suspicious, if you refuse to accept it, Feng Ling will not be at ease." ”

The woman let out a "hey" at this time, accepted the money embarrassedly, and helped Feng Ling to get up and freshen up with her hands and feet.

"The little lady looks at the body of a rich and noble family, and she has suffered so much, and now she is fine, but she can be regarded as coming." The woman held her arm, touched the precious white folded cloth on her body, and chattered, "When I came yesterday, Du Wei gave a package, saying that it was the little lady's bag, so I looked for the little lady to scrub and change clothes, how did I get covered with blood all over my face, and it took seven or eight basins of water to clear it." ”

"I've been robbed." There seemed to be several people running back and forth in the courtyard outside the window, and the wind spirit prevaricated her, and Tier paid attention to the movement outside the window, for fear that the soldiers would be delayed and leave, so he would leave her in this post house.

After purifying her hands, the wind spirit asked the woman to comb a simple snail bun for her, braided the hair at the back of her head into a single braid, hung it on her left chest, and took a plain robe of fine arrowroot cloth from her bag and put it on.

As the number of people walking outside the house increased, she thanked the woman again and hurriedly pushed the door out. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Ding Si'er sitting in the courtyard, directing a few people to move firewood and dry branches outside, and everyone was silently busy, looking at each other speechlessly.

Ding Si'er saw Feng Ling come out, and his solemn face was slightly relaxed, but he only nodded at her, without a smile.

Feng Ling sat blankly in the courtyard for a while, and a soldier came to report, only saying that everything was ready, and the captain said that it was time.

"What are you going to do?" The wind spirit asked, "What hour?" ”

The soldier moved his lips and didn't answer, and Ding Si'er let out a long breath from his mouth: "The time to send the brothers back." ”

The wind spirit froze for a moment, immediately understood, hung his head and asked softly: "The wind spirit walks with them all the way, and it can be regarded as fate, can it...... Can you send one and give it together? ”

This time, Ding Si'er didn't say that he had to ask Fu Yanyan first, he took the idea, nodded, and led the wind spirit out of the post house together.

Outside the museum, Fu Yanyan led a horse, looking at the posture, it was to kiss the glove car, and there were six thin blankets neatly lined up on the side of the car, not to mention that under the blankets should be the fallen soldiers.

The government soldiers were still camping outside the post house, and except for the disabled government soldiers in the camp, the rest of them all went out of the camp to line up. Fu Yanyan set up the car, personally drove the car, surrounded by everyone, and slowly walked towards the valley outside the official road.

There was no one to say anything along the way, and the rolling of the car and the rustle of leather boots in the sand were particularly abrupt in the silence. There is a river meandering in the middle of the river valley, and the meltwater of the snow-capped mountains has not yet grown, only a few trickles are waded. The soldiers who had arrived early had already set up six stacks of firewood at the mouth of the valley.

Looking at the pyre, Feng Ling's heart was blocked, something was surging, but the stem couldn't be expressed in his throat.

Everyone was silent and moved the fallen comrades on the board to the pyre, and Ding Si'er, who had never spoken all the way, sighed gloomily beside her: "If you are still here to see them off today, who can know who will send them tomorrow." ”

Feng Ling moved his lips, but he didn't say anything, only sighed secretly.

Two government soldiers carried a corpse in front of her, and a gust of wind blew horizontally, and the thin blanket covering the corpse was blown halfway, leaking a gray and stiff face, and the wind spirit looked at it, stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

The lifeless body, the night before, had quietly slipped out of the tent and pushed a thin blanket to her. At this time, it may be the thin blanket that wrapped his body.

Feng Ling couldn't bear it a little, she still remembered that once she met a bandit, and the family folded two parts, and the soreness in her chest and throat was so difficult. She turned her head to look away, afraid that if she looked at it again, tears would roll down.

The soldiers poured wine around the pyre, and threw it at the pyre one after the other.

The fire burned high in an instant when it met the wine, and in the blink of an eye, the six stacks of firewood were piled up into six large fireballs. The brightness of the flames and the rising heat finally melted away the swelling that had been blocked in the wind spirit's heart, and she couldn't help but open her mouth and chant softly.

"Fight in the south of the city, die in the north of Guo, and die in the wild and don't bury it. For me: and for the guest! If you don't bury the wild dead, can the carrion escape? The sound of the water is agitated, and the reeds are dark. The horsemen died in battle, and the horses wandered and roared. Liang Zhu's room, why south? Why north? What food can you eat if you don't get it? Would you like to be a loyal servant? Thinking of the son of a good minister, a good minister is honest and thoughtful: go out to attack, return at dusk! ”

After one time, I heard the soldiers and her soft chant, although I couldn't sing, and I couldn't understand it very well, but I learned her tune and repeatedly sang "Attack the march, return at dusk".

She simply let go and sang again, the tune was simple, and after two times, the soldiers sang louder and louder after her, and the heavy humming gradually swallowed her clear voice until it shook the entire valley.

After a long time, the fire gradually went out, and some government soldiers stepped forward to divide the incinerated remains into six pottery urns, and took water from the river to seal the pottery urns with mud and wait to return to Dunhuang to deliver them to their families.

The Wind Spirit had seen several times on this road that after the Sogdians were killed by bandits, their companions burned their bodies with fire, which was called the "fire ceremony", so it was not surprising to see this situation as a bruise and ashes.

"The lieutenant has good intentions, not to expose their corpses to the wild, and to let jackals, insects and ants trample on them, and bring them back, which can be regarded as an explanation to their families." Ding Si'er sighed and wiped the corners of his eyes, "We, the pawns who are as cheap as ants, follow Captain Yandu, and we are still like people." ”

The wind spirit walked past the crowd and looked at Fu Yanyan, only to stand solemnly beside the black pyre after the burning, and for the first time she felt that there was another piece of softness beneath his majesty.