After the completion of the four-week basic training, the army training camp was officially established. Although it is a battalion, because it is a demonstration unit, the degree of synthesis is very high, in addition to infantry, chasseurs, artillery and service troops.

The establishment formulated by the Military Commission roughly imitates the European armies in the early 18th ~ 19th centuries, with battalions as the basic combat units, each infantry battalion is composed of 6 companies, and each infantry platoon is composed of 3 squads, each squad has 9 people and a platoon of 30 people. 3 platoons form 1 company, each company has 100 men. There are flag-bearers, drummers and fluteers, and there are 5 people to form a cooking class.

The current army training battalion has only 3 infantry companies, 1 chasseur platoon, and 1 "grenadier platoon". The so-called "grenadier platoon" here reverts to its original meaning, not to the elite infantry.

The No. 1 grenade produced by the chemical department was too lethal. For this purpose, a larger No. 4 bomb was developed. The casing was switched to cast iron. The materials were not up to par, and there was no suitable fierce medicine, so I had to use the method of increasing the volume and adding more black fire yao, and the result was that the size of the No. 4 bomb was comparable to that of an old-fashioned mine.

Because of its weight, this weapon is thrown in the form of a chain ball - of course, it can be thrown directly by hand, but it is only a dozen meters away. The No. 4 bomb is not equipped with a fuse, but uses a safer and more reliable fuse to detonate. The bombardier had to prepare a slow-burning rope - exactly like the original grenadiers.

Such an awkward design made the officers of the New Army love and hate, but being able to pull out pus is a good plaster. A man with great strength and great strength was selected from among the soldiers to be this grenadier, and each person was equipped with 4 pieces as standard, and carried them in a special backpack.

However, during the throwing training of the new army, an accident occurred, and the grenade thrown exploded in the air before it hit the ground, killing one soldier and injuring several others on the spot. The inspection result was that the quality of the fuse was not up to par and the combustion rate was too fast.

Making a fuse on the jishu is very simple, just use paper and fire yao. But handmade is very skillful. No one has ever worked in a pyrotechnics factory, and the fuse charge is uneven just by reading books, some are tight and some are loose, and the burning is fast and slow. This problem has existed in the past, which will cause the blast card to be inaccurate, so the fuse will often be put longer. But the grenade can't leave too much safety, otherwise it won't blow up enough for a long time after landing and the fuse will be pinched off.

This problem is not big or small, and the chemical team organized people to shiyan for several days in a row, exploring ways to improve the process, but they did not expect it to be easily solved -- one day, a merchant came to Dongmen City, and he was selling a thing that had never been sold in the past - firecrackers. Immediately realized the value of the East Gate Blowing Rain bought all of them, and the results were satisfactory, and the firecracker was forced to move his family and the tools and materials for artillery warfare to Bairen Commune the next day with bayonets.

Although it is known as the Xiaoice period, located in the subtropical Lingao, the temperature during the day is still not lower than 20 degrees Celsius, and it feels much cooler than that on D-day. It's the dry season in Lingao, and it almost never rains, so it's sunny every day.

On this day, in a wasteland more than 10 kilometers away from Bairen City, it suddenly became lively, and the people and rich people of the four towns and towns, the merchants and idlers in the city...... As long as there is nothing important today, they are all coming to this place that is usually uninhabited -- today is the day of the big funeral of the "people".

Lingao is a small border town, and all year round, except for the lively beheading in the county, the common people have almost no entertainment. The weddings and funerals of large families were originally the most haode entertainment for the people in the old era. Not to mention these eccentric overseas visitors everywhere.

Wu Ya, the county magistrate, also changed into civilian clothes and mixed in with the crowd. Unlike the prefectural order, he is full of curiosity about this group of overseas visitors.

He followed the crowd for almost an hour and came to a high slope on the west bank of the Wenlan River, where the terrain is high, and it is extremely difficult to divert water and cultivate the land, so it has always been a wasteland. It is flat on all sides, with a slightly raised hill in the middle. There were already soldiers standing guard in the clearing around the hill, and many people had gathered on the hillside and in the surrounding clearing, and the locals, who were already familiar with the outsiders of Bairen City, could recognize many of the leading figures inside. All in clean and neat uniforms.

In addition to these people, there are also many ordinary people who work for the "Beard People". The newly trained base company of the army training camp wore a crisp and new uniform, and the Mini rifle in his hand was polished with oil, and the spear thorn shimmered with cold light.

The entrance at the foot of the hill is a large rectangular black stone wall, leaving only a small arch. A trail runs through it to a small dirt hill in the middle of the cemetery.

On the top of this small earthen slope at an altitude of only about 10 meters, a black granite semi-circular stone wall was built, which was simply decorated with a lotus base carved from stone.

At the top of the stone wall, there are several Han Li characters carved with carving: Cuigang Martyrs Cemetery.

He got out of the car and walked slowly to the hill in the middle of the cemetery - he, as the representative of the highest authority of the Crossing Authority, was about to preside over the first funeral of the Crossing Regime - the deceased was an ordinary soldier who had died a few days earlier in a grenade training accident.

In his short life, when he himself did not know the specific age, there was really nothing that showed that he would become a special figure in history after his death. But the inscription wall of Cuigang Cemetery started with him.

There is no mourning, no gongs and drums, no humming mantras of monks and Taoists, and no women's wailing. A crying trumpet sounded in the sky, and as the trumpet sounded, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent. The soldiers of the benchmark company, marching at 75 cloths per minute, lined up with guns. The trumpet sounded. Led by two drummers and slowly beating snare drums, two tall black horses that the locals had never seen before drove slowly past a black four-wheeled artillery cart with a simple plain wooden coffin on it. Horses' hooves beat the stone pavement, and the slow beat of drums. Everything is unprecedented, mixed with respect, admiration and touch. There is no greater expression of mourning and sorrow than all this. The atmosphere was intense, almost suffocating.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the tomb by a rope.

"Raise your gun, put it!"

The seven soldiers selected by the hunter platoon raised their guns and fired at the air at the same time, three times in a row, and the crisp sound of gunfire swirled around the hillside, and there was silence all around, and in the silence, the lights-out horn was slowly sounded, and 24 syllables were slowly played.

After that, the coffin began to cover with earth.

"At the moment of death, his soul had gone straight to heaven," said Moonson with a solemn face. The Valkyrie who flew in took them. Here we say goodbye to his body, whose soul watches us from heaven......"

"This must be a short-haired official." Some of the villagers watching from afar were talking.

"I heard that it's not, it's a deputy master."

"A vice-master is like this? The short-haired emperor didn't know what to do? About 100 horses for a four-wheeled vehicle. ”

"That soldier was recruited locally, he was a 'lucky guy', he had only been a soldier for more than a month, and he was killed when he enlarged the cannon."

"It's so magnificent when you die, you didn't live in vain." Some people are actually envious.

"Yes, the big Li family in our village died, but the deacon set up half the street, but they all used the name Huazi to set up the road, how can there be such a style!"

When Wu Ya heard this, he hurriedly squeezed over and asked, "Is it really just a dead soldier?" ”

The man who spoke saw that he was dressed in tattered clothes and knew that he was not an ordinary person, so he replied carefully: "Then it is needless to say, one of my own brothers is now working with Shorthair, and what he told me in person will be false?" ”

"I don't know what they think, isn't it just a soldier?"

"Buying people's hearts." Not far away, a scholar-like man still put on a disdainful look, although his face was pale and his clothes were tattered, "What about this funeral?" How can there be a little bit of etiquette? A barbarian is a barbarian! ”

"Don't be foolish, what is the ceremony of using Wang Bi to open the way for the funeral?" Some people seem to be unaccustomed to him and make sarcastic remarks.

Wu Ya didn't continue to listen, and a feeling of admiration filled his heart with a feeling of not knowing whether he was afraid or admiring. The thieves are buying people's hearts, but their methods seem to be more effective, and they can directly touch the hearts of the people, Wu Ya prides himself on being an old bastard in officialdom, and he can howl hoarsely when he cries for Lord Wanli, and he can still calculate how much food he can get. But the scene just now moved him inexplicably, and he wanted to cry, but it was ridiculous to think about it at the moment: what did he have to cry and be moved? The thief's heart-attacking technique is simply to the point of evil! Since the autumn harvest, the common people have rushed to Bairentan as if they had been drugged, and there are more and more thieves. Wu Ya is an old magistrate, and he knows that although the people have no good impression of the government, unless there is a famine, the people will not go to the thieves. Lingao's annual success this year is not bad, and there are still so many people going! What will it become in the future? This Ming world!

On the way back to the camp, the members of the executive committee found that the pace of the new army was bigger, the appearance of the troops was more neat, and they were all in good spirits. The soldiers spontaneously sang the military song of the new society:

Beautiful fairies call you from afar

Brave man, go and fight the enemy

A scorching wind blows in your face

It stirred my heart

A sneer appears on your face

Gazing indifferently at the earth, you face death calmly

It's all in my eyes

I know you're fearless

I know you're resilient

Someday, you'll find out

Your Liliang is powerful

Someday, you'll find out

You can work miracles

Beautiful fairies call you from afar

For tomorrow, the man will go and kill the enemy

Like the Grim Reaper swimming in the blue sky and embracing the battle, it is full of blood

For tomorrow's sake, please don't hesitate any longer

Brave man, go and fight the enemy

This song is accompanied by EVA's score and is sung by the voices of hundreds of strong men with southern and northern accents, and "Laughing Fruit" is really extraordinary. The officers all had strange smiles, and some of them were so suffocated that their faces were distorted.

Wei Aiwen was very proud, and said to Ma Qianzhuo: "Chief Ma, this funeral was beautiful, right?" Look at how high everyone's morale is! ”

"Didn't you just copy the Arlington Cemetery stuff and add some foreign MSG? I thought I'd see Scottish bagpipes. Ma Qianzhu is quite satisfied with the effect of this funeral, the funeral is nominally for the dead, mainly for the living. The grand burial of a Li 13 not only won the hearts of ordinary natives, but also united all the traversers - after all, they are not gods, and as they go deeper and deeper into this time and space, someone will die at any time. Although everyone knows that everything is empty after death, they will be brave in the face of death when they know that they will be buried ceremoniously, lying under the marble stele of the green lawn, rather than throwing it in the mass grave of the barren grass and grass.

"I bought one and brought it with me, and no one will play it!" Wei Aiwen looked like a "cup", "I thought Little Bear could blow, but it turned out that he couldn't do anything but play a "March of the Grenadiers" on his flute. Otherwise, it will work even better! ”

"Don't give yourself credit for yourself, if Xiao Zishan hadn't proposed to the Executive Committee more than a month ago to build Cuigang Cemetery, would it have this effect now?"

"Does he also have a certain contribution, I don't deny-"

"It's good that you recognize the contributions of others." Ma Qianzhu vaguely felt that Wei Aiwen had a problem recently. But one thing is certain: he is beginning to inflate himself.