The funeral was held on the hill next to the eastern gate of the border city.

The direction where the East City Gate is located is the direction that connects the other cities of Dayan, as long as someone needs to enter the border city or go to other places from the border city, they must pass through the East City Gate, and naturally they will see the mound at a glance.

Yu Zixing believes that as long as it is a Dayan person, it is necessary to thank these soldiers for their efforts, and he hopes that someone will remember what they have done.

Except for the soldiers who needed to defend the city, everyone else was concentrated on the side of the hill. Every citizen spontaneously wore filial piety uniforms, and the sergeants wore white belts on their hands.

The funeral was held for the soldiers who died in the battle that had just ended, and there were more than 800 people in total.

Hearing the news of the funeral, the whole city took action. Some people dug cemeteries in the mounds, some people made coffins overnight, and the coffins in the coffin shops in the border city were donated free of charge.

When the cities closest to the border city heard the news, they also made a strong contribution and had the money to prepare the necessary coffins before the funeral began.

Some people made wooden tombstones, which were supposed to be stone tablets, but now that the war is tense, it is impossible to expand the stone tablets, so they have to wait until the war is over to replace the stone tablets.

Next to the mound, more than 800 coffins were neatly placed aside.

Yu Zixing, as the host of this funeral, turned his back to the hill and faced the people of the whole city by himself.

He looked around the audience, on one side were soldiers in military uniforms, and on the other side were the people of the border city wearing filial piety clothes and the people from other cities who came to help.

Yu Zixing's voice was loud.

"On June 12, the Hu people attacked in a big way, and our Dayan soldiers fought against the foreign enemy. The Jingguan outside the city is the shame of my Dayan, and it cannot be washed away without sacrificing the blood of the Hu people.

On 8 July, our Dayan soldiers took the initiative to launch an attack, and in this battle, our side lost more than 800 soldiers.

Now, these 800 heroic souls have been laid to rest in the ground, and all the people of the Great Swallow must not forget their deaths and deeds.

Today is the day of their burial. ”

Yu Zixing paused, spoke again, and his voice was serious and heavy: "Send the Heroic Spirit!" ”

Fang Chunmo stood up, holding a small book in his hand, turned the first page, and solemnly read: "Guo Dazhu, Emperor Xuan was born ten years ago, a native of Guojia Village, Shatian Township, Qinglin County, joined the army at the age of sixteen, a member of the cavalry battalion of the Tiger Army, on the 12th day of July in the third year of Emperor Wu, killed two enemies outside the border city, was besieged and killed by the Hu people, died, Chinese New Year's Eve. ”

Fang Chunmo's voice stopped, sounded again, and shouted even louder: "Send Guo Dazhu!" ”

The four sergeants, who had already prepared beside a coffin, bent down and lifted the coffin steadily, walked to a long pit dug in advance, and gently put the coffin inside.

Ten more sergeants immediately began to fill in the pit, and another sergeant buried a wooden tombstone in front of the cemetery.

The tombstone reads "The Tomb of Guo Dazhu", followed by a brief biography of the person just read.

The sergeants moved quickly, and Guo Dazhu had already been buried a few moments later. Stepped back aside.

Fang Chunmo shouted loudly: "One bow, two bows, three bows!" ”

Everyone in the audience, every time they heard Fang Chunmo's instructions, they all bowed solemnly three times.

Then, Fang Chunmo read the life of the second warrior.

A whole morning passed like this.

Finally all the sergeants were buried, and rows of tombstones could be seen on the mound.

Those tombstones are densely packed, as long as the thought of the people sleeping under the tombstones have died young, it is inexplicably sad.

Fang Chunmo had been talking all morning, his voice was already hoarse, and his throat was dry, but every time he spoke, he shouted loudly so that everyone in the audience could hear it.

"The funeral is over, sacrifice!"

At this time, everyone took out the sandalwood that had been distributed in advance, lit it with a fire breaker, and then worshiped with sandalwood in hand, and the generals were the first to insert the incense into the five copper tripods prepared in front of the mound.

Then it was the turn of the sergeants and civilians below. In the end, paper money and other things were burned, and the whole funeral was finished.

Due to the heavy military load, the Yan army returned to everyone immediately after the funeral, but most of the people stayed behind and continued to sacrifice.

Later, Emperor Wu learned of this, and also gave him a handwriting, "Brave Hero", and ordered someone to make a stone tablet to stand here.

Next to the "Brave Hero" also stands a tall stone tablet, which is engraved with the names of the soldiers buried in the mound.

Since then, all the soldiers of the border city who sacrificed their lives for the country are proud to be buried here.

Later, some literati would go to the border city to worship these warriors.

Later, the people of the border city slowly changed from their own sacrifices to the whole city sacrifice, and the whole city sacrifice is the most solemn festival in the border city except for the Spring Festival.

Yu Zixing, who returned to the main tent camp, looked at the post-war statistics in front of him, and his heart was heavy.

At the funeral just now, he didn't say how many enemies there were, just because he said it, and it didn't play any role in motivating.

"What do you think, let's talk about it." Yu Zixing asked.

Lu Yunfeng opened his mouth and said, "Azak is a sergeant genius. ”

All the cavalry in this battle was cavalry, and Dayan lost more than 800 cavalry, but only destroyed more than 400 enemies. Although this number seems to be less than the one-to-five casualty ratio of the first three border cities, it should be a happy thing, but the border city itself is dominated by infantry and supplemented by cavalry, so the first three times there will be such casualties that are unbelievable to the generals of Dayan.

But now it is cavalry against cavalry, it is still one to two, even if the population base of Dayan is more than ten times that of the Hu people, it will not help, they can't fill in the lives of the soldiers.

In this way, although all the Hu army can be killed, the Yan army has almost filled in the elite division, properly killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, and most importantly, I don't know if this group of Hu cavalry is destroyed, do the Hu people have other cavalry reserves?

The other generals in the camp were silent when they heard Lu Yunfeng's words, and a soldier who could train such a force, even if he was an enemy, could not deny Azak's sergeant talent with a clear conscience.

"I have to fight hard." A border city lieutenant general spoke.

The generals in the tent were silent and did not answer, because in their hearts they actually thought so, and now they had nothing to do but fight hard.

The generals of the border city were actually even more frustrated in their hearts, originally thinking that the elite division of the Tiger Ben Army would change the situation of this rout, but after the Tiger Ben Army came, it was also a rout, but the casualties of the rout were much better than theirs.

But what's the use? How many warriors' lives do they have to fill in to win this war? Now that they have come to such a conclusion, they have cast a shadow over the haze of this war.

[Mean, the administrator still didn't pay attention to me, and it didn't work to harass me every day.o()o]