Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Soul Returns
When these people heard Han Zheng's words, no one in the audience believed it, who of you is not from the door, if you want to say that it is just some buried silver and how much can it be for settling in? Is it because Han Zheng came here for such a thing?
Of course, Han Zheng was able to express his position, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, as soon as everyone thought of this, Han Zheng continued: "Of course, although we don't want military spending, but the loss always needs to be compensated, everyone is a big family, guarding the family and living, I think everyone should understand this, how to say that this conflict has also caused hundreds of acres of fertile land to be harvested, and ammunition and guns have also lost a lot, which I hope to give some compensation." β
Hearing Han Zheng's words, several people around looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that the topic was coming, and they didn't even bother to roll their eyes, who else in this place didn't know about the battlefield at that time? !
What kind of fertile land is not harvested, this is just a clichΓ©, ammunition and guns are lost, and everyone admits that the ammunition would not have died, otherwise so many people would not have died, but this gun is a little reluctant, everyone already knows that Han Zheng has captured no less than 100 guns from the battle this time, not to mention more precious horses!
However, at this time, everyone wanted to calm things down quickly, and then take care of their own families, plus this time the compensation was not their own compensation anyway, the compensation was more and less, and that was it, the purpose of themselves and others was to hope that Bai He would not fall so quickly and squeeze Han Zheng's development space.
"And how much compensation are you going to make?" Since it has been said here, it has become a naked transaction.
"The appeasement fee or something is only 10,000 yuan, and it must be worthy of my soldiers."
As soon as Han Zheng finished speaking, a few people thought in their hearts, it seems that this young man is not too greedy, although 10,000 is not a lot, but for those of them who are emperors in one place, this is a very small matter, and every year they have an income of nearly 100,000 yuan from the income of opium. β
Han Zheng looked at the faces of these people, and could probably guess what they were thinking, sneered in his heart, and then said: "As for the loss of food for the people, it is enough to compensate according to the price, and five thousand yuan is fine." β
Bai He, who was sitting in the back and didn't speak, heard the words, his face trembled, although he didn't know where the price would be so high, but for him now, he could only accept it, if it was before, let alone fifteen thousand oceans, it was fifty thousand oceans, and he could handle it, but since Han Zheng banned smoking, strictly investigated smuggling, and if he still wanted to continue to stay in Fuyang, he would inevitably have to pay a huge price to be someone else, and fifteen thousand for him, he could already feel a pressure.
However, there was no room for him to speak at this time!
Ignoring the faces of these people, and ignoring Cao Debiao, who was pulling his clothes from time to time behind him, Han Zheng felt the wind outside, sighed comfortably in his heart, and said: "It's this ammunition, it's a little too much, everyone is fighting, after a big scene, I guess I know this, a battle is fought, accidentally tens of thousands, tens of thousands of bullets are gone, and the same is true for guns or something, and we can't supplement them here, so these are inevitably more, by the way, Lao Cao, how much ammunition have we consumed?" How much did the guns lose? β
After Han Zheng finished speaking, regardless of the faces of several people, he turned around and asked Cao Debiao.
When Cao Debiao heard Han Zheng talk about guns and ammunition, he had already reacted and was ready to watch the battalion commander sing a good show.
Not only him, but even other people knew that something was wrong, and patiently listened to Han Zheng's words.
Han Zheng's question made Cao Debiao not react for a while, but fortunately, he was not slow to move next, and when he pretended to think about it, he saw Han Zheng's hand behind his back making an eight gesture and five fingers, and suddenly said with a serious face: "Report the standard system (called the standard system in front of outsiders, and it has been explained above)!" A total of 80,000 rounds of ammunition and 5,000 guns were consumed! β
After saying this, there was silence in the conference room inside the ship, and even Han Zheng kept looking at each other with his eyes open as he opened his mouth to talk nonsense.
According to the original meaning of Han Zheng, it was to let the other party say 8,000 bullets and 500 spears, but I didn't expect this Cao Debiao to misunderstand his meaning and open his mouth widely!
Cao Debiao didn't realize it for a while, and he was a little complacent that he reacted quickly, but at this time, he was looked at strangely by the people on the whole boat, and then he reacted, but at this time, it was difficult to change his words, his anxious forehead was a little sweaty, and he looked at Han Zheng with an innocent expression.
"Ahem, this... This gun consumes a bit more, but it's not like usual training on the battlefield, and it's reasonable to consume more, isn't it? Haha, haha..."
Han Zheng was too lazy to say at this time, he passed this pass first, and glared at Cao Debiao fiercely, he knew that he couldn't change his words this time, so he could only say with a haha.
Everyone looked at Han Zheng who was sitting and Cao Debiao who was standing, and then they glanced at each other again, and said secretly in their hearts: "Why did you meet these two stunned people today, no matter how greedy you are, you must have a degree, that is, you will talk about it after you have 5,000 guns." β
At this time, Han Zheng could only stiffen down, not looking at everyone's eyes, and then quietly looked back at Cao Debiao and asked, "Are you not mistaken?" β
Cao Debiao is at this time, where do you dare to say that he was too excited and said something wrong for a while, so he had to nod fiercely, saying that he was absolutely right.
The people below were staring at each other at this time, but no one spoke.
However, it's okay for others not to speak, but Bai He really couldn't stand the naked blackmail of the two, and stood up violently: "Han Biaotong, don't deceive people too much!" β
Hearing this, Han Zheng didn't get angry, but instead looked at Bai He, who was full of excitement, with an innocent face, and said with some puzzlement: "What's wrong?" Oh, yes, if you are asked to take out so many guns at once, it is estimated that there will be none, but don't worry, we are not unreasonable people, let's see how this is, you first give me half of the bullets at one time, guns or something, you can give a symbolic 600 first, as for the rest of the time you have it. β
There were Cao Debiao's five thousand heads in front, and Han Zheng himself didn't care to add another hundred rifles to his bottom line.
Hearing this, Bai He sat down again with an angry face, and the faces of the others were much better, after all, five thousand sticks were too scary, as for the rest, looking at Han Zheng's meaning, he also knew that his mouth was a little big, and he said that he would give it in the future, but it was over like this...
It is estimated that if Han Zheng had just said that he wanted six hundred for the first time, these people would have to bargain if they couldn't figure it out, but there were five thousand people there in front of him to make comparisons, and now listening to the number of six hundred, it is not unacceptable, which can be regarded as Cao Debiao's crooked and good deeds.
Bai He even breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, for six hundred guns, he still barely had enough in his inventory.
His own family has more than 400,000 yuan, and for his own position, he used more than 200,000 yuan to invite these people, and he still has nearly 200,000 yuan left.
Moreover, Bai He is clear, as long as he is still sitting in this seat, he will not worry about running out of money, thinking that he will continue to live the past life in the future, and his mood will gradually improve.
As for his brother's hatred, alas, let's keep the living first, and then I'll talk about it, I think my brother will understand...
Since Bai He did not object to this matter, it was quickly finalized.
As for Lisin, no one mentioned this matter again, which can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence to Lisin's final belonging.
This spring, Han Zheng won a victory in his life for the first time.
After this local war in the vortex river valley officially ended in negotiations, Han Zheng received Bai He's compensation the next day, 13,000 oceans, 40,000 rounds of ammunition and 600 rifles, Han Zheng didn't expect the other party to be so fast, it is estimated that Bai He also has plans to be blackmailed, these things have been prepared in advance.
This time it also made Han Zheng sigh with emotion, this war money really came quickly...
When Han Zheng left, he left Chen Feng to lead the people to temporarily garrison Lixin, and returned to Wuyang with the remaining people and wounded soldiers.
The sacrificed soldiers, all Li Feng brought reinforcements in advance to carry back to Wuyang, so that the families of the local sacrificed soldiers in Wuyang took one last look, and the sacrificed veterans who came here with Han Zheng had to be cremated together with the sacrificed recruits according to Han Zheng's prior arrangement, and their ashes were stored in a special box, waiting for Han Zheng to come back and preside over the burial.
On March 27, Han Zheng officially returned to Wuyang.
Before he had time to drink a sip of water, the first thing he did after coming back, Han Zheng came to the east of the city with all the soldiers.
At this time, the east of the city was already crowded, and the families of the fallen soldiers were crying loudly there, venting the pain in their hearts, and there were many people in the city under the leadership of several old people such as ** Yu and other old people in the city to worship these martyrs who defended their hometown and died in battle.
**Yu read the sacrifice in a low voice, although many words in the sacrifice we don't understand, but it does not affect the deep grief that everyone hears from the inside, this sacrifice is particularly infectious under the deep voice of **Yu.
When Han Zheng arrived, the sacrificial text had just been read to the end, and everyone saw Han Zheng and his party rushing to this side with white sleeves on their cuffs and white flowers on their chests, and spontaneously walked to both sides and made way for a road.
Han Zheng was in a heavy mood now, looking at the suppressed crying voices on both sides, thinking about the results of the statistics, Han Zheng's good mood during the negotiation was gone.
There were nearly sixty people killed in this battle, thinking that those young lives would no longer be silent, even if it was Han Zheng, who kept emphasizing that he wanted to harden his heart, his heart was also twitching fiercely, this kind of pain went deep into the bone marrow!
This place is a martyr's cemetery built by Han Zheng's engineer team, which has just been established on this wasteland of more than 300 acres in the east of the city, Han Zheng doesn't want his subordinates to be forgotten by future generations after their deaths, so he has this place, but he didn't expect to use it so soon.
The road is paved with stones, and there are freshly transplanted weeping willows and pines, which begin to sprout at this time of March, and look especially beautiful in the sun, but no one is happy about the sight.
Han Zheng came closer, looked at the more than fifty boxes with names neatly written at the entrance of the Martyrs' Forest Garden, picked up the three sticks of incense handed over by the person next to him without saying a word, and bowed down and inserted them into the incense burner.
He took three more glasses of wine and sprinkled them respectfully in front of him, shouting: "The soul is back!" The soul is back! β
The voice was particularly solemn in the spring breeze in March, and the guards next to him unconsciously shouted: "The soul is back!" The soul is back! The voice shook through the sky.
Han Zheng personally put the medals that had just been made in the army on each box one by one, and recited silently: "Brother, let's go..."
The people around him stopped crying, and watching Han Zheng's movements, the air seemed to be so heavy that it was impossible to breathe.
After these things were done, Han Zheng stood in front of the resting place of the martyrs and shouted: "Send your brothers away!" For all the brothers! β
"Brave for all the brothers!" All the police guards and soldiers who came to maintain order and attend the funeral shouted in unison, picked up the guns in their hands, raised them high, and fired them into the sky, the voice was distant and solemn...
Amid the gunfire, the solemn guards dressed in plain uniforms put the ashes of more than 50 fallen soldiers into the various graves with their names written on them, and slowly buried them with soil.
Outside the forest garden, the families of the fallen soldiers on the side of the road couldn't bear it anymore, cried loudly, stumbled into the forest garden, and held the tombstones of their relatives and refused to let go.
Han Zheng stopped the guards who wanted to step forward to stop them, and said, "Let them worship here." β