"The three battalions of Longwu, Huwei, and Feiyu will continue to recruit troops, supplement the establishment of the first battalion, step up training, and restore combat effectiveness." Zhang Hao sighed and said.

"Lord, the other two battalions are okay, the battle losses of the Longwu battalion are too high, and there are too many recruits added at once, I'm afraid it will not be easy to form combat effectiveness." Zhao Yun got up and said.

Zhang Hao knew what Zhao Yun was worried about, no matter how the recruits trained, they had never killed people on the battlefield, and most of them would have various problems when they went to the battlefield once.

For example, when the Huwei Battalion is replenished to full strength, the ratio of veterans to recruits can reach more than one to one, and even the ratio of veterans and recruits of the Flying Feather Battalion can reach more than one to two.

When a recruit goes to war for the first time, it won't be too much of a problem to have enough veterans in the team to take care of it.

And there are only 1,200 or 300 veterans left in the Longwu battalion, and if it is replenished to the full number, I am afraid that a veteran will have to take care of four or five recruits, and he is afraid that there will be too few veterans to take care of them, and there will be a large number of casualties at that time.

"Let's form the team first, there shouldn't be too large-scale battles in the near future, if those rogues don't open their eyes, then you will take the Dragon Martial Battalion to train in batches." Zhang Hao thought for a while and said.

"Yes, I will use the fastest speed to make the Dragon Martial Battalion form combat effectiveness again." Zhao Yun clenched his fists and said, his eyes showing determination.

"Mr. Zhongde, let people find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and build a heroic cemetery, where all the soldiers who died in battle will be buried here in the future and be worshiped by all the people." Zhang Hao looked at Cheng Yu and commanded.

"Yes, my lord." Cheng Yu nodded yes.

It only took a few days, a magnificent and vast cemetery was built, the whole cemetery occupies a whole mountain peak outside the city of Xiangping City, the cemetery is built by the mountain, surrounded by pines and cypresses.

At the foot of the mountain on the north side, there is a stone-paved path leading to the mountain, and on each side of the path there is a stone statue five or six feet high.

The statue shows a soldier riding a warhorse, and the two statues raise their spears in their hands, and the two spears cross in the air to form a gate.

Walking into the gate, the stone road leads directly to the top of the mountain, and on both sides of the stone road are stone carvings about the same size as life-size soldiers, who are soldiers holding guns and swords, neatly arranged on both sides of the stone road, as if guarding the entire cemetery at all times.

At the end of the stone road, there is a huge stone carved sword more than ten zhang high, straight inserted on the top of the mountain, the front is engraved with the four big characters of the hero's mausoleum, and the back is immortal.

On both sides of the stone path there are paths at intervals leading to both sides, each of which loops around the mountain, and from a distance, the entire mountain is arranged in the shape of a staircase.

Walking along these paths, there are neatly arranged rows of tombstones next to each path, and there are tens of thousands of tombstones in the entire cemetery, most of which are blank.

There are less than 2,000 tombstones engraved with words, all of them are those soldiers who lost their lives in this battle, and on the front of the tombstone are engraved basic information such as the names of the soldiers, and on the back are engraved the life deeds of each person.

On the day when the cemetery was built, a huge memorial was held with the officials of the city, as well as some representatives of the soldiers in the army, and the families of the soldiers who died in the war.

At the end of the memorial service, the people slowly dispersed, but Zhang Hao stopped here for a long time, and only a few close people were left behind him.

After Zhang Hao stood in front of the giant sword for a while, he slowly paced to the tombstones of those soldiers, and would stop in front of each tombstone for a while.

Looking closely at each of the names on the tombstones, as well as their extremely brief lives, it is as if I want to remember each one of them in my heart.

Tong Fei and Zhao Yun silently followed behind Zhang Hao, no one made a sound, and even the snowflakes falling in the sky did not disrupt their heavy steps.

"Let's go back." After standing in front of the last tombstone and looking at it for a while, Zhang Hao said lightly.

"You guys go first, I'll stay a little longer." Zhao Yun said gloomily, most of them here are soldiers from Zhao Yunlong's martial arts camp, and these are all soldiers he brought out single-handedly, which is definitely a big blow to this young man who has not yet reached twenty.

"The deceased is gone, don't worry too much, you need to keep your spirits up and train the living soldiers to be more elite, so that they have a better chance of surviving in future wars." Zhang Hao patted Zhao Yun's shoulder and said.

"Hmm" Zhao Yun nodded lightly, turned around and left with everyone, and at the moment of turning around, the momentum on Zhao Yun's body changed and became more stable.

In fact, not only Zhao Yun, but others have also undergone many changes imperceptibly, and this large number of losses has prompted this generally young team to grow more rapidly.

The establishment of the Hero Cemetery has also caused an uproar in the army, and the Hero Cemetery has become a sacred place in the hearts of every soldier, and even the goal is to be buried in the cemetery after death.

"Teacher, you're back, come and see our results." In the College of Engineering, Zhang Hao had just walked to the door of the classroom when he was pulled to the backyard of the college by a group of students.

In the backyard, there are dozens of utensils made by these students, large and small, and these students are introduced to Zhang Hao one by one as if they are offering treasures.

These are all made up by themselves according to Professor Zhang Hao's basic knowledge, although they are still very backward in Zhang Hao's eyes, but they are already a great progress in this era.

Many things were made up by these students hundreds of years earlier than in history, because Zhang Hao did not restrict them, or stipulate what kind of equipment they made, so the utensils made by these students are in various fields.

What Zhang Hao cares about the most is the keel waterwheel, which was improved and manufactured by Ma Jun in history, but now it has been advanced by decades.

With the keel waterwheel, it seems that next year's harvest can be improved a lot, the keel waterwheel has been used since it was invented, and it has been used until the pump was replaced.

The working principle of this waterwheel sprocket drive and flap lifting has such an immortal vitality and must have its own uniqueness.

"You have been studying with me for a long time, I am ready to recruit another batch of students, but I don't have so much energy to teach another batch of students, I don't know if you have the confidence to teach new students." After reading those inventions, Zhang Hao said to the students.

"Teacher, won't you teach us again in the future?" A student asked reluctantly.

"Of course not, I want to start recruiting students in large numbers, but there are too many people for me to teach, I want to see if you can teach on my behalf." Zhang Hao said with a smile.

"Teacher, don't worry, although we haven't fully understood what the teacher said, it's not a problem to tell others about it." Ma Jun nodded and said.