Li Luo smiled kindly, looking at Yi Zhao's resolute face of the Chinese character, the wind hit the rocks, and the majestic shore stood tall, a little like Ding Chop. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Back to camp."

"Obey the order, the people will listen to the order, and return to the camp immediately." Yi Zhao roared angrily, as if he wanted to vent his frustration in the wilderness.

Uncle Tai Gu glanced at Li Luo with admiration, and said a few words, neither arrogant nor arrogant, although Mengji is good, but Dagan is not a soft persimmon to be slaughtered, this should be the way to lead the army for the general.

The three divisions of Mengji, Yaoting, and Hu Dansi had the tendency to encircle, but they did not send people to chase and kill Li Luo, and the next evening, the Dagan military camp was in sight.

Twilight came from the distant mountains, and the mountains were dark ochre, pale blue, and dim changing colors. The evening breeze is also very soft, and it should be particularly charming with the sunset. The mountains in the distance are like the mouths of giant whales, and they unconsciously swallow half of the sunset, provoking the sunset to anger, burning half of the sky, and the red blood wins.

What a poignant view.

Li Luo exhaled, and inexplicably there was an indescribable desolate feeling that he couldn't tell the truth, and he didn't know who wrote this word.

Before arriving at the barracks, Li Luo slowed down, looked back at Uncle Tai Gu and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Tai, the young master sacrificed his life for the country, I want to thank the soldiers for entering the camp." ”

Uncle Gu was stunned, quite surprised, more grateful, and choked up and replied: "Thank you, Lord Wang." ”

Li Luo shook his head slightly, sighed abruptly, and shouted: "Raise the coffin, please enter the camp." ”

"Raising the Coffin ......"

"Raising the Coffin ......"

A dull roar came from the mouths of the Dagan soldiers behind Li Luo and Uncle Taigu, adding a bit of blood to this twilight evening.

Xie Bing entered the camp, this is a simple and simple, but extremely solemn ceremony in the Dagan march, non-good generals and warriors can not treat each other with this courtesy, but this ceremony has a condition, it only welcomes the dead.

It is said that it is simple, just like what the Dagan soldiers do now, just put the long blades of axes, guns and halberds together, boxy, layered, without other decorations, only these blades of different shades of color. Some of the blades were intact, and some of them had gaps on them, and they were stained with blood before they had time to wipe them.

On top of this coffin are the dead good generals and soldiers, who were either brave and brave in the three armies, or generously went to righteousness, all of whom were deeply loved by the officers and soldiers in the army.

The gift of thanking the soldiers is not a dignified official document of the official family, nor is it the opening of the storyteller, nor is it the chasing of the wind and shadows written by the literati and ink writers, but the deep respect and nostalgia of these brothers in the army who did not die in the robe Ze to the deceased.

Uncle Tai was born in a wealthy and eunuch family, and of course he had heard of the gift of thanking the soldiers in the army from the mouths of the previous generation. The gift of thanking soldiers has nothing to do with the identity of the deceased, and even if it is the honor of the Ninety-Five, it may not be worthy of the gift of thanking soldiers.

Uncle Taigu was a little apprehensive, these soldiers and soldiers in front of him may be looking up to the behemoth of Uncle Zhuozhou on weekdays, but now, looking at the solemn and desolate soldiers in the army, Uncle Taigu actually had a feeling of timidity.

Li Luo stretched out his hand and pressed Uncle Tai's shoulder, and said slowly: "Uncle Tai, send the young master to the coffin, and we will carry him into the camp." ”

At the moment when Li Luo's hand pressed on his shoulder, Uncle Taigu settled down, took a deep breath, looked at the warmth in Li Luo's eyes, and nodded heavily. Uncle Tai would rather die than surrender when he is idle, but now that his soul has returned to his hometown, how can he let his own nephew lose face.

Taishu Gu took the black cloth bag from Gongsun Xiaoniang's hand and gently placed it on the coffin.

Untying the black cloth covering his body, Uncle Tai looked calm and even calm. His face had turned blue and black, and his neck was covered with corpse spots, but it was not rotten, it should have been concocted by someone with medicine, but I don't know what the purpose of Mengji's move is.

Uncle Tai Gu looked at Uncle Tai's idle, calm, peaceful but arrogant face, and couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes anymore, and muttered, "Uncle, I'll take you home." ”

Li Luo raised his voice and shouted: "Get up the coffin and send Uncle Tai back to the camp with sorrow." "Xie Bing left his name, and called his name before entering the camp, which is the meaning of life and death.

"Send Uncle Tai back to the camp with sorrow!" One after another, with heroism in the desolation, resounded in the land of Yeliangzhou. The distant mountain red sun also paused, and quietly stayed in the sky to watch the uncle in front of the camp gate and the soldiers beside him.

Li Luo, Taishu Gu, Yi Zhao, and another strong general in the army, the four of them carried the coffin, each holding a corner and slowly walking towards the camp.

No one spoke, and no one cared who Li Luo and Uncle Tai Gu were carrying the coffin, a pair of eyes fell on Uncle Tai who was lying quietly on the coffin, there was solemnity, doubt, and incomprehension, but there was no contempt and disdain, even if I didn't know who was lying down, the dead were great, and those who died on the battlefield should be respected by the living.

A few steps ahead is the camp gate, the soldiers in the camp are lined up left and right, looking at the team of people and horses walking slowly, except for the soldiers under Yi Zhao, none of the generals in the camp have said a word to welcome Uncle Tai back to the camp idly.

This is the rule of the gift of thanking the soldiers, if it is not recognized by the soldiers, only send, not welcome, it is not a gift of thanking the soldiers, but a gift of returning to the soul, which is also a great gift in the army, but it is difficult to say the same as the gift of thanking the soldiers.

Uncle Gu, who is accustomed to seeing the wind and waves, is a little dazed at this moment, and he is also sad and angry, can't he get the respect of the soldiers in the battalion by dying on the battlefield like this?

Li Luo's expression was as usual, and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.

Yi Zhao shouted violently and said: "When the young master of Chao Jiuqing was sad, he died in Bandung for twenty-three years, and he fought with the strong enemy of Caohai in Lima Pass before his death, and he would rather die than surrender, and he died with thirty-seven arrows in his body, please welcome his soul." ”

"Welcome home!" The generals next to the coffin shouted in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

The eyes of the soldiers in the battalion have changed a little, and the name of Uncle Tai's idle sorrow may not be known by ordinary soldiers, but most of the generals in the army know it, the head of Jiuqing, and the position is respectful.

However, most of the powerful ministers in Zhuocheng do not please the border soldiers, even if the uncle is idle and famous. But such an important minister of the court in the eyes of others has such a backbone, with thirty-seven arrows in his body, he is a great gan man in life and a great gan ghost in death, so bloody is worthy of worship by all the soldiers.

Voices came from the camp one after another: "Uncle Yingtai returns to the camp in idleness." "It's not too loud, less than half of it.

Only three or five zhang away from the camp gate, Li Luo suddenly raised his head and smiled, and said slowly: "Uncle Tai Gu and I, and a friend of life and death, broke into the Mongolian camp three days ago, in fact, it is not an impregnable wall.