The original wife was even more angry, and changed hands without hesitation, and the splitting was also two slaps. She is also angry with Sun Zhiqi. He just found a group of goblins outside, and he actually started to do it with himself. After Wei Biao fell, if he hadn't mediated it and tried his best to help him get on the line of Lord Shoufu, he Sun Zhiqi wouldn't have known where to squat and cry in which corner?

The woman is angry, and the consequences are serious!

The two of you went back and forth, scuffled, and the applause was as lively as firecrackers for the New Year.

Outside, the entourage of the prefect, as well as the maid and others of the original wife, all heard the sound of scolding and fighting inside, and the crackling sound of firecrackers was endless. However, everyone very wisely chose to close their eyes and pretend that they did not see anything, that they did not hear anything. Even, in the end, the movement inside was too intense, and they simply stayed away.

Just kidding, the prefect's grape trellis has fallen, who dares to go up and help?

…… On the last day of July, July 30, the teachers and wives of Shuiyue Nunnery, under the guidance of Ma Yi, came to Maojiatun. Zhang Zhun then asked Yang Yinghan to come forward and ask them to do something for the women who were killed. The Tide Dust Master agreed. In the afternoon of the same day, the ceremony began in earnest. The poor women were dressed cleanly, their faces were cleaned as serene as possible, and their bodies were cleaned. This is the only thing Zhang Zhun can do for them.

Representatives of the convoy also took part in this special funeral. The murder of these poor women further fueled everyone's hatred for the Tartars. In addition to this, there were also some people who came spontaneously to see them off. Most of them are related to Liaodong. Either they escaped from Liaodong, or they have been to Liaodong before. Especially those old people who came back from Liaodong, they were all sad. If they hadn't left Liaodong, perhaps, they would have to bear such a fate.

Thinking of the Liaodong region and the Han people who are still ravaged by the Tatars, the only thing everyone can express is endless sighs. The Tartars are still continuing to plunder in Shanxi and Beizhili, and I don't know how many more people will be plundered to Liaodong and become slaves of the Tartars. They are the most pitiful group of people in the world. However, with the current strength of the imperial court, it is definitely impossible to rescue these poor Han people.

The funeral of the convoy was held the day after.

Compared with the rituals over there, the funerals here are much more solemn.

The funeral was also attended by a very large number of people, almost 3,000 people.

On the first day of August, in the morning.

This day used to be the festival that Zhang Zhun celebrated for eight years. Eight years of service in the Marine Corps gave Zhang Zhun a special meaning to this term. Very early, Zhang Zhun took Dugu Lie, Fang He, Zhang Lingyun, Liu Dong and other new soldiers to the martyrs' cemetery to lay wreaths for the martyrs who died before. It's a little psychoeducation.

Every soldier of the convoy, before going to battle, must be prepared to sacrifice. If you don't have enough guts, or if you can't cross the hurdle of life and death, then please don't stay in the corpse of the escort for vegetarian meals. Every place in the convoy is reserved for those who have enough courage. If you don't have enough courage, someone will naturally take your place.

Before the funeral, Zhang Zhun offered a small white flower to each of the martyrs of the escort team who had died before to express his condolences. Since its establishment, there have been more than a dozen martyrs. In the future, as the battle continues to expand, there will be more and more martyrs buried here. This, even if it is Zhang Zhun, cannot be avoided. War is always ruthless, and while killing the enemy, you will definitely have to pay the price.

Lin Bin also came to the martyrs' cemetery very early, on behalf of the wounded and retired division, and sent small white flowers to his former comrades-in-arms. The current Wounded and Retired Division has taken the initiative to undertake the maintenance and maintenance of the martyrs' cemetery. According to Zhang Zhun's request, those martyrs who died should be treated higher than those who are alive. Their sacrifice will be rewarded with supreme honor and dignity.

At the end of the day, the funeral was officially held.

The coffins containing the remains of the martyrs were lowered in turn.

The top of each coffin is covered with a red six-pointed star flag. This is the military flag of the convoy. Since the design of the military flag, it has become a bright protagonist at every funeral. If the martyr is a member of the Shengxia Sect, it is also covered with the Martian flag. For example, Yang Junjie's coffin is covered with two flags. The bright flag, against the backdrop of small white flowers, looks particularly solemn and awe-inspiring.

Among these coffins, the most special is of course Yang Junjie's coffin. Because when he sacrificed, he still held the tiger in his hand and never let go. After that, Zhang Zhun asked the fighters not to forcibly take his hand away. Therefore, his coffin was specially made so that his body could be decorated without changing its posture and without forcibly removing the tiger gun.

"Brother, go!"

"Those who are alive will continue to fight!"

"We will guard your fields and your loved ones!"

"If there is injustice in the kingdom of heaven, use your weapons to resist, to smash, to fight!"

Zhang Zhun stroked Yang Junjie's coffin and said silently.

All the coffins, when lowered, were covered with earth and buried the martyrs.

Around the martyr's cemetery, the soldiers of the escort stood solemnly, silently watching all this. Everyone took off their military hats, bent down and bowed, silently mourning. The fighters of the armed engineering team and the guerrillas also watched the ceremony. Such a scene is what they are looking forward to. Even dying so heroically, so gloriously, so remarkable, what could stop them from their strong desire to join the convoy?

There were also many military families who came to see off the martyrs. Most of them, of course, are the families of the martyrs. The backbone members of the Shengxia Sect also attended the funeral. According to Zhang Zhun's request, none of them cried, but just silently stared at the martyrs in the distance. Their families are also trying to stay strong.

"The martyrs just went to another place to fight!"

Zhang Zhun said in a deep voice.

This sentence heated countless people.

"Ready!"

"Shoot!"

Yang Zixuan dragged out his voice.

On both sides of the martyrs' cemetery, there are ten soldiers holding tiger guns and facing the sky obliquely.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out in a row, sending away the heroic souls of the martyrs.

When the funeral was about to end, Zhang Zhun comforted the families of the martyrs one by one on behalf of the escort team.

Among these family members, there is a very special girl. Her name is Xie Xiuniang, and she is the original blind date of Yang Junjie. Before Yang Junjie died, he had already said that he would marry her. As a result, before this promise could be redeemed, he was unfortunately sacrificed. Xie Xiuniang volunteered to be a widow for Yang Junjie. For such behavior, Zhang Zhun from later generations, of course, does not support it. However, Xie Xiuniang's attitude was very resolute, and Zhang Zhun had no choice but to approve. He was worried that if he didn't approve her to be widowed, she would probably commit suicide and be buried. Women in ancient times were sometimes so strong that outsiders could hardly imagine.

The funeral took a whole morning to end.

Compensation for the sacrificed soldiers has also been distributed. Yang Junjie obtained 30 acres of military land. The rest of the soldiers also received from 10 to 25 acres of military land. Liu Hang, who is specifically responsible for the distribution of military fields, has already distributed the corresponding military fields to their respective families as soon as possible. In addition, each martyr also received a pension of 50 taels of silver issued by Zhang Zhun. The silver is not a lot, but it is not a small amount, and the families are very grateful.

Three days later, the ceremony held by Suigetsu Nunnery for the deceased woman was also over. Those poor women were buried on the south side of the martyrs' cemetery. According to Zhang Zhun's suggestion before, a wordless monument was erected for them. That's all Zhang Zhun can do. I hope that such a tragedy will not happen again. It's just that everyone knows that as long as the Tartars exist for a day, such a tragedy is inevitable.

"Miss Ning, this is a gift from me."

At the end of the ceremony, Brigadier Zhang sent Ning Lingwei and the teachers away, and at the same time gave Ning Lingwei a gift.

The gift given by Zhang Zhun was three thousand-year-old ginseng, which was snatched from the Tartars in Fukushima at the beginning.

Ning Lingwei postponed and refused to accept it.

Zhang Zhun said sincerely: "Miss Ning, ladies and gentlemen, this is my little heart. Hanging pots to help the world, saving lives and helping the wounded, without the slightest utilitarianism, in this era, has been very rare. Miss Ning, I really admire you and your masters. These thousand-year-old ginseng are not for your personal use, but for you to use to refine medicine. If it can be added to the medicine, it may be able to play a bigger role. Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, I believe that Miss Ning and all the teachers can tell the severity. ”

Ning Lingwei hesitated for a moment and looked at her master.

The teacher bowed his head too slightly.

Only then did Ning Lingwei accept the three thousand-year-old ginsengs and express her gratitude to Zhang Zhun.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you have any requirements in life, please inform one or two, Zhang Zhun is willing to serve."

Zhang Zhun said with a solemn expression.

In fact, he really wanted to ask all the masters to send their disciples to serve the wounded of the escort team directly, and even set up a medical department to gather all the people who were proficient in medical skills. In peacetime, he treated the common people and served the wounded in wartime. This professional establishment, coupled with his guidance from time to time, should receive good results. It's just that this request is quite abrupt, and it is impossible to put it forward at this time, so I have to give up for the time being.

The teacher was too noncommittal, just bowed slightly, and said politely: "Thank you Zhang Shizhu for your kindness, the poor nun and others have said goodbye." ”

Zhang Zhun was not reluctant, and said goodbye to them with a smile.

The funeral was over, and the atmosphere of grief gradually dissipated.

A new life still has to go on.

The next highlight is naturally the handling of those tartars.

The detailed results of this battle, after several days of repeated searching and careful statistics, were finally determined. On the shore and on two boats with pork belly, a total of one hundred and ninety-seven corpses of Tartars were found. As for how many tartars have fallen in the sea, or in pieces, no one knows. Zhang Zhun ordered that all the heads of the tartars be cut off and then preserved with lime. As for the corpses of Han J and Ertarzi, they just found a place to bury them. Their heads are worthless.

In addition, the escort also captured fourteen Tartars, as well as dozens of Han and Ertar. In addition to the more than 30 people who were sent to mine, there were also six Han annihilation small leaders and four second Tartar small leaders, adding up to a total of twenty-four people. In accordance with Zhang Zhun's request, the escort team sent people to guard them at night and took measures to prevent them from committing suicide. These Tartars are not even allowed to go on a hunger strike.

As for how Zhang Zhun wants to deal with these tartars, many people have their own guesses. However, no one is sure what Zhang Zhun is going to do with them. In the past, when Zhang Zhun caught the Tartars, they were directly handed over to the villagers to be humanely destroyed, leaving no traces. However, this time Zhang Zhun did not mean to hand it over to the villagers. This shows that Zhang Zhun must have other uses for keeping these tartars. Everyone was very curious and didn't know what resolution Zhang Zhun would have.

On the morning of the fifth day of the eighth lunar month, Zhang Zhun finally made a decision.

"Zelin, Zihao, are you ready?"

Early in the morning, Zhang Zhun came to the Qianhu official hall and said to Wang Mingyu and Liu Hang.

Wang Mingyu, Liu Hang, Hou Shanping, Yang Liren, Liu Baoyu and others have long been waiting in the Qianhu Official Hall.

Kill two hundred Tartars in one battle, and they are all happy not to do it. Especially now that Shanxi and Beizhili are bleak, the Tartars are raging, the Ming army is shrinking, and the victory of the battle of Fushansuo is like a meteor passing in the sky, which is incomparably bright and eye-catching. At present, all parts of Shandong are full of gossip and everything. However, these gossips have no market at all in Fushan City. The reason is very simple, Tartar is not Zhang Zhun's opponent! Whoever dares to come to Fushan City to make trouble is a dead end! Tartars are no exception!

Not only is there no market for gossip in Fushan City, on the contrary, the military households in Fushan City have to boast about how powerful the guards in Fushan City are. Originally, the military households who were still a little worried about the Tartar killing, but now they are like eating the reassuring pills distributed by Taishang Laojun, and they have all become extremely active propagandists, eager to preach the victory of the battle to everyone they see. In fact, quite a few people have done just that. As a result, the news of the victory in the battle of Maojiatun quickly spread around Fushansuo.

The news of the victory in the battle reached Lingshanwei on the opposite side, and the number of military households fleeing to Fushan City more than doubled. When the Tartars entered the fortress for the second time, Lingshanwei's side was also panicked. Some refugees who fled from Beizhili spread false rumors that the Tartars had arrived in Texas and were heading for Jinan. If the Tartars conquer Jinan Mansion, they will definitely march to Qingzhou Mansion and Laizhou Mansion. Ordinary military households have no ability to distinguish rumors at all, they can only listen to and believe partially, and as a result, they scare themselves badly, and their hearts are up and down, and they don't know what to do. Suddenly, when he heard that Fushansuo had defeated the Tartars, he naturally chose to flee to Fushansuo without hesitation.

(To be continued)