"You bastards, all stand up, stand up, don't you understand, stand up honestly, line up, line up, stand in a row in order of tallness and shortness."

Qi Biao's four brigades, with neat steps, came to the prisoner camp, there was a burst of chickens and dogs, especially Qi Biao, who wanted to double what he had experienced at the beginning to this new batch of prisoners.

"Shao Meng, Guo Du, you two take your wife and Luoluo around the workshop to protect their safety." Zhao Yuan said to Shao Meng and Guo Du.

"Uncle, aren't you with us?" Luoluo asked dissatisfied.

"Uncle will have something to do in a while, Luoluo is obedient, play with my aunt, and Uncle will come to you when he is done." Zhao Yuan comforted Luoluodao.

"Brother Yuan, can I go and see those women and children?" Meng Ying asked.

"Of course, Shijie, arrange for a small team to follow Madame and Miss to the resettlement site." Zhao Yuan nodded.

"Yes, Shi Hai, you personally lead the team to protect Madame."

Meng Ying talked to Zhao Yuan, then took a few children, and under the protection of Shao Mengguo and Shi Hai's team, walked out of the barracks and walked towards the resettlement site.

Zhao Yuan returned to the house, changed into the uniform of the captain of the workshop army, and after Miao Shijie gathered all the workshop troops, he walked out of the house and led the troops towards the Zhuangshi Temple.

"Third brother, that's my third brother, do you see it, how majestic."

"Dad, when are you going to go home, now the house is fine, it's a newly built cement house."

"Sanwa, it's good, you have to listen to the adults."

……

Along the way, the family members of the workshop soldiers shouted loudly about their relatives, so that the workshop soldiers who had been away from home for more than two months had tears in their eyes.

The ancestral hall of the strong man is built on the west side of the cemetery, located in the south of Baishi Mountain, the ashes of the three Danling bandits who sacrificed their brothers are enshrined in the ancestral hall, and after the memorial ceremony is held, they will be sent to the cemetery for burial.

"Sister-in-law, please mourn."

Of the three sacrificed workshop soldiers, only Li Peng had a family, and the sudden news knocked down the family at once, and Li Peng's daughter-in-law Jing Juan collapsed at once.

The two children are still young, Li Peng and his wife finally fled to Danling, and after meeting Zhao Yuan, they had a home, and they were stable for less than half a year, and they were separated forever.

"Juan Niang, the owner wants to recruit people from among us to join the workshop guards, each of whom can receive thirty catties of food and a sum of money, I want to participate, Dou'er and Qin'er came with me on the way, and my body was hungry."

Jing Juan still remembered what Xiang Gong said to herself before he went to join the workshop guard, although Xiang Gong went to join the Workshop Army, which meant to repay Zhao Yuan's gratitude, more for herself and her children to live a better life, but now, her sky is falling.

The moment she got the news that her husband was gone, Jing Juan fell to the ground all of a sudden, and it was the child's cry that pulled her back.

When Zhao Yuan walked into the ancestral hall of the strong man, Jing Juan was wearing thin linen clothes, wearing filial piety cloth, kneeling in front of Li Peng's urn godlessly, the two children were not very old, the eldest son was six years old, and the younger daughter was only four years old, leaning on her mother, her eyes were red from crying.

"I'm sorry, brother and sister, I didn't take good care of Brother Li Peng."

"Brother and sister, mourn."

……

Miao Shijie, the commander of the workshop army, and the captains of each brigade walked into the ancestral hall of the strong man once and offered incense to the three brothers who died.

"Go and watch the sister-in-law and the child, it's time to let the brothers settle down." After the mourning, Zhao Yuan endured his grief and said to Cui Bo, the steward of Baishi Mountain.

"There are good women close to his house, and as soon as I get the news, I arrange for them not to go to work, but to accompany them, and I will let them in immediately." Cui Bo whispered.

When the old man who was invited to preside over the funeral from Laozhutian Village arrived, Zhao Yuan arranged for everyone to wrap rice ropes around their waists and send the urns of the three brothers to the cemetery for burial according to custom.

Jing Juan, who had been just crying, suddenly pushed away a few good women who took care of her, and threw herself at Li Peng's urn, crying hoarsely, crying out about her father-in-law, the child's father.

"Juan, it can't be like this, the child is still young, and it depends on you to pull, you can't collapse." A woman hurriedly stepped forward to grab Jing Juan and said in a crying voice.

"Mother, mother......" The two children also cried loudly.

"Shijie, you go and preside over it first, and wait for me to cover the brothers with the first shovel of soil." Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuan couldn't help his feelings, and said to Miao Shijie on the side with tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry, sir." Miao Shijie nodded understandingly.

Although his own adults are full of wisdom, decisive and methodical, they are also emotional people, and it is normal for them to be a little nervous when facing such a scene for the first time.

The cemetery is on the hillside to the east of the ancestral hall, and the gray and yellow weeds in winter seem to tell the sadness at this moment, and the snow is falling heavier and heavier, falling on everyone's heads and shoulders.

Zhao Yuan exhaled, looked up at the sky, sighed, and walked towards the cemetery.

"Brothers, we have gone through countless hardships, no matter what you have been and are like, at this moment, we are together to see off the three brothers who fought with us."

"Wang Qin, nineteen years old, from Shizhou, soldier No. 1423 of the Workshop Army;"

"Li Peng, twenty-one years old, from Fuzhou, soldier No. 876 of the Workshop Army;"

"Zhou Xing, eighteen years old, hometown unknown, soldier No. 108 of the Workshop Army;"

"In the operation of the workshop army Danling to suppress bandits, they left us forever, and the Li Peng brothers left endless grief orphans and widows, Wang Qin and Zhou Xing, but we have no relatives of our own in Danling, but we who are still alive, we must remember them, we are their relatives."

"The Workshop Army was developed by the Workshop Guard, whether it is me as the number one of the Workshop Army, or the brothers who will join the Workshop Army in the future, we have to remember that there were once three brothers, and there may be more brothers in the future, who will sleep here for a long time."

"See off my brother."

After Zhao Yuan finished speaking with tears in his eyes, he grabbed a handful of dirt and covered it on the coffins of the three sacrificed brothers.

"Xianggong ......"

"Daddy......"

……

Jing Juan threw herself towards Li Peng's coffin, and several women who took care of her pulled her to death.

In a queue, the soldiers of the Workshop Army grabbed the soil one by one and covered the graves of the three soldiers who died in the Workshop Army.

Under the auspices of the old man of Lao Zhutian Village, the funeral was finally completed, and Zhao Yuan asked Miao Shijie to line up the whole army, and after a solemn military salute, he returned to the barracks with the troops.

"Sister-in-law, Brother Li Peng is gone, if you have anything in the future, if you need our help, come to me directly." Zhao Yuan couldn't bear to look at Jing Juan, who was almost crying and fainting, and after explaining that several women took care of their family, they also returned to the barracks.