Section 108 Victory Parade

The "Soul Worship Ceremony" held by the Religious Affairs Office at the foot of Chengmai City was a great success. The Senate thinks that enough people have been killed, and there is no need to toss the dead with tricks. Therefore, whether it is beheading the public, or hanging the corpse on a tree, hanging it all the way from Chengmai to Qiongshan, and even the ancient "Jingguan" is not engaged. The captives and migrant workers set up several large cremation pits near the sea, burned the corpses, built several elaborate mass graves to bury the ashes, and erected a "memorial to the dead". The church, the new Taoists, and the monks who were requisitioned on the spot performed the pujas in the local area for three days in a row, which made Wu Shimang and his party crooked, and the stench of the burning of the corpses made them lose their appetite for several days.

After this large-scale religious ceremony, not only the whole Chengmai, including Qiongshan, Ding'an, Wenchang and other places, the people have also greatly changed their views on the "thief", and even on the mainland, the name of benevolence and righteousness of the thief has also spread.

Everyone talked about it, saying that the Fubo Army not only collected the enemy's corpses for burial, but also held a festival to surpass the souls of the dead and erected a monument to commemorate them, which was obviously not a tyrannical and rude person.

The total number of dead and missing, including the missing, was 161. Originally, He Ying wanted to make a coffin on the spot and transport it back to Cuigang for burial. However, Liu Muzhou thinks that it is better to send the urn back for burial after cremation on the spot.

"It's not good." He Ying has investigated the local folklore, "The habit of burial is deep-rooted, and we changed it to cremation ...... at once."

"The cremation system should be promoted from now on." Liu Muzhou said, "This war is an opportunity. If we were to take care of all the old social institutions, we wouldn't have to do anything. Let's start with our own people."

At a ceremony for the fallen of the Fubo Army, an infantry battalion remaining in Chengmai fired three volleys of guns, followed by three volleys of 12 guns. The military flag hung down in mourning, everything was very solemn, and Zuihou was played "With Me" by the military band. Even the most arrogant senators wept tears over the death of the indigenous soldiers, whom they had always regarded as cannon fodder.

The military was given dignity in the ceremony of mourning for the dead, not only from the officers and soldiers, but also from those who taught them new weapons and tactics to kill. The military is not a simple tool, it is made up of people.

He Ming thought to himself, I hope the elders can understand this truth. He gazed at the fire burning on the seashore, black smoke rising to the sky, and the addition of a large amount of camphor and cypress wood made the smell in the air not as smoky as the previous days. The sea breeze disperses the smoke from time to time, making the air much better. He quietly asked the adjutant beside him, "Is the car ready?" ”

"The car has arrived." The adjutant whispered.

As soon as the ceremony was over, he would return to Lingao to participate in the planning of the next military operation. First of all, the military operations of the army to advance to the front line of Qiongshan, Wenchang, and Ding'an, and then the matter of forming the county garrison companies.

Immediately after the ceremony, he returned to the provisional headquarters. Zhu Quanxing, the commander of the 6th Infantry Battalion who remained in Chengmai, was waiting for him.

"I'm going to get back to the horse at once." He Ming said simply, "After I leave." The Chengmai task force will be here in the next few days, and you should help the team establish our authority around Chengmai as soon as possible, especially the law and order rectification. ”

"Yes, I'll do my best."

"You have to do your best, but you have to do it with your strength." He Ming emphasized this point, "We must distinguish priorities clearly. ”

Zhu Quanxing said loudly: "Yes, I understand"

"It's good that you understand. This time, the troops returned to defense, leaving only your 6 battalions, and they had to go into public security operations without rest, and the soldiers may complain a little. You have to pay more attention to the movement of the troops.

Director Wei said that the condolence group to Chengmai will come soon. The merit appraisal has also begun - which will attract a large part of the attention of the soldiers. ”

The jeep was running on the potholed post road, and the road of Shan Daoqian's captive construction team had not yet been repaired to Chengmai. It was raining outside, and the rain was pouring down on the windshield, and the wind whirled the rain into the car. Wet his uniform. He Ming sat alone in the back seat of the jeep. The splashing of raindrops on the carport was so dense that it was almost inaudible. He looked out the window, and the rain was blurring the view. He said to the driver who was driving, "Drive slower"

"Yes, Comrade Commander."

He closed his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, but in fact, his heart fluctuated a little.

In the past few days, bad news has come from Ma Yuan: it has been reported that some senators have objections to his combat operations, believing that the labor is not satisfactory, but the results of the battle are not satisfactory, and they will launch an impeachment against him in the Senate. This rumor caused a lot of discussion among the veteran officers who had returned to the Ma Yuan base. Many people complained.

He Ming didn't care about such remarks - after all, the battle had been won, and the argument was nothing more than the size of the results. He personally did not attach great importance to the issue of his honor, after all, he was already the People's Commissar of the Army, and it was impossible for him to rise to a higher position no matter how he was promoted. Moreover, with his belief in his qualifications, prestige, and daily conduct, he was enough to thwart any bad intentions towards him.

The army's priority now was to quickly occupy the island, and he thought it was necessary to move immediately to make the most of the aftermath of this great victory. Thinking of this, he threw the little unhappiness he had just done to the back of his mind. Thinking about what to do when he returned to Mayuan, and who to send to organize the garrison company.

The army base under construction was a scene of dragons and tigers, and the troops returning from Chengmai had resumed their daily training after a few days of rest. The officers and men won a great victory, and their morale was high.

Today they did not go out to exercise, but issued an order to "tidy up the army"

Everyone immediately knew that there was going to be a big man coming from Bairen to inspect the market army.

So everyone got busy. Cleaning the barracks, cleaning the glass, cleaning the playground...... Then there are endless personal housekeeping. wiping firearms and weapons; Washing, sewing, repairing and repairing the flag - although the flag was made before the war, it was already worn after a great war; Officers and non-commissioned officers polished their sabers, and the battalion cotners and blacksmiths were busy repairing sabers, shoes, and various equipment.

Even the militia and civilians who participated in the war were ordered to clean up their appearance. Haircuts, shaving, bathing, washing and mending clothes, the militia and the people were flattered - they thought they were just people who went to work, but they did not expect that the senators would also "review" them. Everyone is saying that after the review, they will give out a big reward.

Yang Zeng got a haircut and shaved his beard in his dormitory. Changed into a brand new uniform. This uniform was newly received by him this year, and he has never been willing to wear it. He took it out during this review. When he set out on the expedition, his clothes were already in tatters, and he had already given the old uniform to the logistics office and received a new one. Many people had received new uniforms, but he was not in a hurry - because he had heard the battalion commander inadvertently say that he would soon have to change to a new style of uniform - which was more sophisticated than it was now.

Orderly Wei Darong was packing up his armed belt and combat boots. Wei Darong is a young man who looks like a child. He sat on a small bench, carefully oiled his boots, and polished the metal parts of the belt with the powder of the crushed tiles to make them look shiny.

"The company commander doesn't know who's going to review us?"

"I don't know, it's probably someone from the executive committee." As an army officer, Yang Zeng knows more about the political system of the crossing group, "I think there will probably be Chief Wen." ”

"Is Chief Wen the new emperor?"

"No-" Yang Zeng smiled casually, "Of course not, the emperor of the Australian is in Australia, and the title of Chief Wen is 'Chairman'." ”

"What kind of official is the chairman? Magistrate? Counselor? ”

Yang Zeng couldn't think of how big an official it should be. However, he was born as a bandit, and he fled to Hainan because he couldn't survive on the mainland, and he saw more than ordinary people, "I think it's about a university scholar or something." ”

Wei Darong was still not satisfied, because he didn't know what a scholar was.

“…… It's like Prime Minister" Yang Zeng finally came up with a suitable explanation.

"That's right." The orderly understood a little, "Your boots are ready." ”

Yang Zeng put on his boots, tied up his armed belt, and the orderly hung up his command knife. There was a full-length mirror in the officer's quarters, and he looked at himself carefully in the mirror, feeling very powerful. Thinking that it was only three years ago that he was guarding the gate with an arquebus in Gou Er Manor, but now he feels as far away as the things in his previous life.

"Hang the stars." Wei Darong brought a wooden box.

Inside the box was the newly awarded medal emblem. In order to enhance the sense of honor of the servicemen and staff, the Senate carried out the work of formulating a system of medals by tender. In accordance with this system, a number of medals and decorations were reissued.

Yang Zeng's medal was relatively simple: the National Defense Service Medal - a dragon flying under the military branch emblem. This is awarded to military personnel who serve in the army on a regular basis, obey orders, obey commands, and complete their service tasks loyally and perfectly, and can be obtained by those who have served for almost one year. Then there is the strategy of the Lieutenant Medal for Promotion: a silver star on a bronze baseplate. Then there is the Meritorious Service Medal: used to reward outstanding achievements in combat and training, and minor meritorious persons who cannot receive the Military Merit Medal of the Third Class will receive the Commendation Medal. The Honor is a dark flower of the military class on the red baseplate.

……

"Company commander, you have so many medals." Looking at Xun Luo hanging on his chest, Wei Darong said enviously. He only has an enlistment training medal, and he is a second-class soldier in terms of military rank.

"It's all a normal medal." Yang Zeng said, "As long as you are good, you can have it." In his eyes, the most valuable of these medals is the Pingding Lingao Medal, although it is only a medal, but it represents seniority - only those soldiers who first served and fought for the Australians could get: those who participated in the capture of Goujiazhuang and the battle against bandits in Lingao. Yang Zeng was captured in the previous battle, but he soon became a fighter in the latter.

However, Yang Zeng knew that he would soon receive a medal with a truly different repercussions. The battalion commander had already spoken to him and recommended him as a second-class recipient of military merit.

If there is no objection after the recommendation, it will definitely be obtained, and the meaning of winning the military merit medal this time is different. It was awarded after the victory review of the whole army, and the honor was much higher than the second-class military merit on weekdays.

became a company commander, had military merits, and then climbed up step by step. He thought of his battalion commander - maybe it won't be long before he would be the battalion commander himself.

Yang Zeng made the chain of the command knife in his hand rattle, a little excited, he looked at his light infantry ribbon, and carefully pulled it neatly. Then he pulled out the officer's revolver and looked at it carefully, inserting it back into the holster.

"How?"

"Your appearance is really mighty," Wei Darong praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmm." Yang Zeng looked at his appearance again, "Tell Sergeant Major Company that I will check the hygiene of the barracks in the afternoon and tell him to clean it." ”

The next day, the whole camp was as bright as a freshly baked coin. Waiting for the arrival of the condolence group.

Five battalions lined up on the large playground at the Ma Yuan base. With the sound of military trumpets, one company after another, with bayonets and banners waving, moved in formation at regular intervals according to the orders of the officers. In front of each company there was a newly sewn flag, which displayed all sorts of strange patterns in the wind. The artillery carriages, even the wheels were wiped clean, neatly arranged, and the polished and shiny cannons were unfurled. All of them wore freshly polished uniforms, and the soldiers' belts and leggings were tightened tightly. The officers wore all the medals, the newly haired white gloves, and the bronze ornaments on the scabbards of the command knives were polished.

Every officer and soldier felt small, that they were just grains of sand in the sea of people. At the same time, I feel that I am liliang, that I am a member of this huge and powerful whole.

He Ming, Dongmen Blowing Rain, Wei Aiwen, Pan Da and others looked into the distance, and according to the notice on the phone, the condolence group would arrive at Ma Yuan at ten o'clock in the morning.

"It's coming, it's coming." As a herald arrived, a low whisper rang out.

The farm vehicles in which the members of the condolence group were traveling stopped so far away that the officers and soldiers saw a group of people walking towards the site.

He Ming knew that it was the chairman of the Executive Committee, Wen Desi, the premier of the Central Government Council, Ma Qianzhuo, the director of manufacturing, Zhan Wuya, and a group of people's commissars and ministers. The level of the entire condolence group is very high.

He saw that Wen Desi and the others had already arrived at the review stand less than ten meters away from the first phalanx, and he immediately greeted them. At this time, the east gate blowing rain behind him issued a password of "standing upright".

Like raindrops, the phalanx made a neat sound, like a wave rolling by.

He Ming walked up to Wen Desi and saluted:

"Representative of the Senate" He Ming shouted loudly, "Please review He Ming, commander of the field army of the army"

Wen Deji raised his hand and returned the salute. Then he was escorted to the flank of the 1st battalion, and the trumpeters of the 1st battalion played the march. Wen Desi raised his hand slightly, and then said a few words of encouragement and condolences to the battalion commander and soldiers. The 1st Infantry Battalion shouted loudly: "Serve the people of the Senate" followed by rhythmic shouts, continuously, like giants, from one end of the exercise ground to the other.

Yang Zeng stood in front of his company. He had never been so proud and proud. He could feel the same emotions felt by everyone in the ranks—selflessness, pride in the strength of his collective liliang, and a fervent admiration for the people who had created this army.

The veterans walked up to Yang Zeng's company, and Wang Luobin seemed to remember the officer in front of him—he was the most haode mini rifle shooter at the beginning.

"It's—"

"Yang Zeng." He Ming introduced, "The commander of the light infantry company of the 1st Infantry Battalion. ”

"Your marksmanship is very accurate."

"Yes," he was nervous, almost speechless.

Wen Desi asked: "Has he made meritorious service?" ”

"I was rated second-class meritorious."

"What a good man." Wen Desi said a word, and slowly walked forward again.

Yang Zeng felt a huge sense of happiness enveloping his heart, making him dizzy. At this time, even if he was asked to attack thousands of enemies with a rifle alone, he would not hesitate to do it.

As Wen Desi and the others marched, the cheers went from company to company, the military horn was playing, and the military drum was beating. The sound grew louder and louder, converging into a deafening roar.

The soldiers looked at the chiefs, many of whom had seen demigods for the first time at close range, all of them tall, dressed in the most ordinary uniforms, without armed belts, boots, medals or any marks of honor. They were so simple, with a serious or tolerant look on their faces, waving and nodding to the officers and soldiers. The soldiers were held in their hearts by a kind of love from the bottom of their hearts: the chiefs had endless wealth in their hands, possessed the power of ghosts and gods, but their appearance did not look like that of an official or even a rich man. This simplicity and ease of liliang made the soldiers feel ecstatic and cordial one by one, and they couldn't help but let out louder and louder cheers.

Then the senators came to the procession of the militia and the people, and although the procession was not as neat as the army, the affection still made them let out a loud cheer that was no less than inferior.

Wen Deji took a step and raised his hand to the countless swarthy peasant faces who seemed to him almost indistinguishable:

"Comrades have worked hard"

A deafening cheer erupted from the exercise ground, which was not as neat as that of the army, but contained unparalleled enthusiasm. Many broke down in the ranks and wept bitterly – a respect they had never received in decades of their lives. And not just as a common man forced to do hard labor.

"All of you, every comrade, on behalf of the Senate and all the people, I sincerely thank you for what you have done. ”

He looked at the people on the exercise ground:

"You have received the military flag awarded to you by the Senate and the people, and you are worthy of the honor and mission of the military flag."