Chapter 151: The Heroic Soul Is Not Far Away

Early the next morning, the soldiers came to the clean-cleaned camp and saw a long cauldron open. Water was boiling in the pot, and the boxy briquettes were licking the bottom of the pot fiercely.

That scared the soldiers.

What's wrong? Do you want to wash it?

Yesterday, like a fading pig, I pressed people in hot water, brushed and grinded the skin, and I just had to poke my nostrils with a fire stick. If you do it again today, you can eat it directly.

The men ignored the fellows, and while they were boiling water, they put the water of all kinds of livestock, which had also been washed and cleaned, into the pot, and solemnly put a small cloth bag into it.

If there is something good, ask, "What are you?" Don't die in the hands of the Tanguts, but you guys killed you! ”

Every guy is very arrogant, and he is even more arrogant about these subordinates: "The secret recipe taught by the marshal himself, can there still be problems?" When Dashuai was not developed, he was a greedy mouth, and the braised pork he made was definitely a must. That tastes ......."

Those who know the bottom line will come out to pick up the leak: "It's like you've eaten it." You've only been with Dashuai for a few days? Oh, see it, those forbidden soldiers came from Bianliang with the marshal, and I haven't seen anyone like you! ”

The guy was so angry that he slapped the horse spoon: "What's the matter?" I've been a husband for a lifetime, and if the things are delicious, you will know when you hear the practice! If you want to know if stinks, do you have to taste it? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier pointed to a lump of black, gray, and bubbling foam in the pot, and retched.

Is this putting Sho in a pot and boiling? This boiled water is actually a bit exquisite.

First of all, it has to be clean.

The taste of the intestines and stomach is heavy, and if it is not cleaned, it is no different from eating Xiang directly.

The lungs are even more troublesome. It should be cut with scissors along the trachea, and then soaked and rinsed with water, otherwise dust and impurities will be left.

The second point is even more particular, which is to cook each part separately. The reason is very simple, avoid cross-flavoring, but also because the meat quality of each part is different, and the heat required is different. The general braised vegetable shop will not do that if you want to save trouble. It's all like the old fish, after a pot of boiling, the color that comes out is black and black, and the taste will naturally not be much better.

An hour later, facing the rising sun, a large group of soldiers ate the bone broth that had been boiled the night before, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Now that you've eaten and drunk, what's next?

Before they could go out and play happily, they saw thousands of soldiers holding a jar in their hands, respectfully placed in the middle of the field.

What is this to eat? It looks precious!

The veteran had already kicked over: "What the hell do you know to eat?" That's the ashes of the robes who died in battle! Eat, eat, eat and eat your donkey to death sooner or later! When the time comes, let your family eat your ashes! ”

The soldiers went back and forth, and one after another moved into more jars, totaling as many as twenty or thirty thousand. Most of the jars had slips of paper with words written on them. Some have more words, some have fewer words. There are also jars, and there are no notes at all.

Finally, a few wrestlers came in with a large vat and placed it in front of these small jars, as if a commander leading the army was charging with a group of warriors.

No matter how big the heart is, I can't eat it at this time.

That's not 30,000 jars, that's 30,000 living men! Didn't we win the battle? Why do so many people still die?

Some fellow villagers, relatives and friends who were unfortunately killed were already in tears and began to cry.

Even the veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time and boasted that he had already trained himself with a heart of stone was also red, and chewed the boiled boil in his mouth fiercely: "What kind of mourning? How delicious the braised pork is! Even for the sake of the dead brethren, let's take one more bite and treat it as if we were eating for them! ”

Then he shouted: "Take an extra bite for the dead brothers!" Eat! ”

The soldiers, who had already eaten enough, treated the stew as if they were facing the Tangut people, and they picked up a piece again and bit it viciously.

When the soldiers were "ambitious to eat Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood", Fang Zhongyong appeared at the right time.

In the yamen of the state capital, let Fan Yong preside over the meeting, that is to give him face! To put it mildly, in the barracks, no one on our side is good for anyone to say!

Facing the rising sun, the golden light of the Dao Dao sprinkled on Fang Zhongyong's body, like a god descending to earth, making everyone amazed: This is the golden armor god descending to earth, bless my Great Song people! The camp, which was still a little noisy, gradually quieted down unconsciously.

Fang Zhongyong didn't have any consciousness of a god, and kept complaining in his heart: Which grandson designed the platform? When you face the east, the noon sun is so dazzling that you can't even open your eyes! Can't we just think about how leaders feel? Even if you let everyone face the sun, it's not appropriate to lead a person to backlight, can't you make it sit north and face south?

The winter is leeward, and the summer, uh, the summer is indeed a little hotter, but where is the summer not hot? No matter how hot it is, it's stronger than the dazzling sun and the cold wind, right? Can't we go south once?

Forget it, bear with it!

No matter how uncomfortable it is, can it be worse than those who are in the jar? Well, no, they don't know how uncomfortable they are now, lying in a small jar, although the space is a little smaller, and the ventilation is a little worse, but it is better not to worry about hunger, disease, and enemy damage.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhongyong shouted loudly: "Brothers, this time we defeated the Western Xia thieves and killed and incorporated about 80,000 Western Xia troops. Yuan Hao, who hit the ambition of the wolf son hard, returned peace to my northwest, which can be regarded as a great contribution to the country and the people. In the afternoon, there will be announcements from various ministries. If there is anything inappropriate, you can appeal to the judicial service of the headquarters. He will also send people to supervise and ensure that the merits of the brothers are not buried! ”

The reward after each battle must be issued in time, otherwise, the soldiers will work hard for more than half a year, and then wait for half a year to wait for your reward, which will not play a motivating role.

This is also the usual practice, and the big guy already knows it, and he doesn't show any special excitement or anything.

Although Fang Dashuai's approach is not the same as before, everyone knows that which official doesn't want to eat more and occupy more? Otherwise, why do people bother to be officials?

Fang Zhongyong knew the cold reaction of the soldiers, and he wouldn't take it to heart, they were all foxes for thousands of years, what are you doing to talk about fasting?

Seeing that the scene was a little deserted, Fang Zhongyong interacted: "Everyone has seen it!" ”

He pointed to the dense jar with his hand: "These are the ashes of the brothers who died in this battle." The note on it is to record their identity, place of origin and family information. Some of the words are more because the corpse is relatively intact. Some of the words are less because the identity card is missing, and you can only remember a rough idea. There was no note because the body was so badly damaged that it was unrecognizable. ”

Fang Zhongyong's voice became lower and lower: "As for the big jar in the middle, it is the bones of sixty-one strong men who ignited ** in Jinming Village. Because it is scattered, there is no way to distinguish it, so it can only be packed together haphazardly. Sacrificed so many brothers and drove away the Western Xia thieves, is it worth it? ”

Fang Zhongyong shouted loudly: "Is it worth it? Value! Because they are heroes, great heroes who defend their homes and defend their country!

There was a sage in the Han Dynasty who said that people are going to die, some people die heavier than Mount Tai, and some people die worse than even a hair. It's all a death, why is there such a big difference? If you get into a fight, do something wrong and get cut off by the government, it's not as good as even a hair. And the people will applaud your death. If you die for the country and the people, the world will remember you forever.

To this end, Ben Shuai consulted with Lord Fan of Zhizhou, and reported to the imperial court for approval to build the Great Song Dynasty Royal Martyrs Cemetery in the ruins of Jinmingzhai. Let the heroes who died fighting for the country be able to enjoy the incense offering for generations! As long as my Chinese descendants are immortal, as long as my Great Song Dynasty will live forever, these departed heroic souls will be admired and immortalized forever! ”