Early in the morning of April 30, it finally rained in Jinling City, which had been gloomy for several days, and the thriving heat was reduced a lot.

In the past few days, it has already spread throughout Jinling City, and the Tang Forbidden Army will hold a grand ceremony to commemorate the sacrificed soldiers today, and send the ashes or remains to the Qingliangshan Martyrs Cemetery.

At the end of the day, Li Jingsui, the king of Qi, Chen Jun, Lin Feng and others, dressed in white military uniforms, started from the palace gate and rushed to Qingliang Mountain on foot.

In front of them, four carriages with their bodies removed opened the way, and four shirtless men on board slowly waved their drums, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn and dull with the dull sound of drums; Behind them, all the special fighters lined up in unison, holding the ashes porcelain altars one by one respectfully with both hands, and the white cloth strips were tied above their right arms; After that, more than 5,000 elites of various armies and 5,000 soldiers of the forbidden army were fully armed, and walked slowly westward with neat steps.

Infected by this atmosphere, the people on both sides of the road also froze, held their breath, and looked at the whole team with moist eyes.

When the procession reached the west gate, a beggar with only one leg in the crowd saw the slow-moving procession, suddenly burst into tears, pounded the cane in his hand on the ground, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Brothers, go all the way!" ”

This, apparently, is a retired soldier.

This shout full of grief and nostalgia pierced Lin Feng's tears at once, and the tears that had been held back for a long time flowed out at once. The names of those Tang warriors who roared and struggled to die in battle, those who fought to the death in Jinju City, and rushed to the enemy with earth-shattering thunder in the Quanzhou Prime Minister's Mansion suddenly occupied his body and mind.

Tears blurred Lin Feng's eyes, and when he lost his defense, he stumbled under his feet, and he almost fell to the ground.

A powerful right hand grabbed Lin Feng's shoulder, it was none other than Li Jingsui, the king of Qi.

After Lin Feng nodded slightly to Li Jingsui, he turned around and walked in front of a special soldier, gently but resolutely took the porcelain altar of ashes in his hand, held it in front of his chest, and walked forward slowly.

Li Jingsui and Chen Jun looked at each other, and also walked over, each holding a porcelain altar of ashes in their hands.

The beggar was all in the eye, and he suddenly threw away his crutches and sat on the ground crying. At this moment, he remembered the brothers who fought side by side with him in the past years, and their bones were afraid that they would never be found again!

The crying will be infectious, first of all, several special soldiers from Chu couldn't bear it, and cried loudly, the four Shangguan Qing who sacrificed the Prime Minister's Mansion in Quanzhou were all their old friends, and the bits and pieces of memories they had together before their lives turned into irrepressible tears and weeping.

The cry began with these special soldiers, spread to the entire special forces, and then extended to the elite of the various armies who fought with these sacrificed soldiers. Originally, the king of Qi had already rewarded them and asked them to return to each army according to the distance, but their leaders discussed privately and decided to wait until they had sacrificed their brothers before leaving.

The cry widened, causing some of the forbidden troops to burst into tears. Battlefield battles, swords and guns have no eyes, in case there are brothers who can mourn themselves like this after dying in battle, maybe everything will not be regretted!

The cry was transmitted to the people on the roadside, and many people were aroused by the sadness, and the same tears flowed. Coincidentally, these people also quietly merged into the followers at the end of the line.

At this moment, the drizzle became denser, hitting people's faces densely, as if God couldn't bear to look at these sad people anymore.

The cries continued to the cemetery in front of Qingliang Mountain.

Here, half of the hillside was urgently renovated by Hu Cheng and his craftsmen into terraced fields, and the simple and heavy stone monuments were erected in neat rows between the mountain grass and the mountain stones. At the foot of the mountain, a stone wall was hewn by dozens of craftsmen, painted with black lacquer, and the names of all the soldiers who died since last year were written.

Chen Jun stepped on the mud on the ground and solemnly took two steps forward, put the ashes porcelain altar in his hand in front of a large monument in the center, and then stood aside, shouting loudly: "Place the heroic spirit!" ”

Li Jingsui and Lin Feng took the lead in stepping forward, and the other special soldiers followed closely behind, placing urns one by one in front of the long stone wall.

Li Jingsui stepped forward again, slowly lit the three pillars of incense, respectfully inserted it into the incense burner, and then took out a bamboo slip from his arms, unfolded it, and read it aloud:

"The river lingers, and the mountains are disputed. Gloomy and miserable, sad and rainy. Today, there are 13,242 warriors of the Tang Dynasty, loyal to the country, serving the people's lives, fighting endlessly, and generously sacrificing their lives! Tragic and magnificent, respectable and expressible! Only God Zhaojian, bless me Datang. Feast! ”

At this moment, the breeze swept the drizzle, hitting the bamboo slip with red letters, and also hitting the faces of Li Jingsui and all the people at the scene, blurring the vision and strengthening the sadness.

Then, Lin Feng stepped forward and shouted with all his strength: "All of them, pay a silent tribute to the martyrs who sacrificed for the country for half a quarter of an hour!" ”

All the soldiers immediately straightened up and bowed their heads deeply. In the crowd behind, many people lowered their heads, and the sound of sobbing suddenly became much louder.

Estimating that the time had come, Lin Feng turned around, raised his arms and shouted: "The martyrs are gone, the heroic soul is immortal!" Loyal and martial, forever defend the Tang Dynasty! Then, he beat his chest three times in succession and raised his head to the sky and roared.

"Loyal and martial, forever defending the Tang Dynasty!" After all the soldiers raised their heads to the sky and shouted three times, they beat their chests three times in unison and roared in unison.

"Loyal and martial, forever defending the Tang Dynasty!" The people behind were also excited, and they raised their arms and shouted, and the shouts that cleansed people's hearts swept away the rain curtain, vibrated the hills, and covered the entire mountains and rivers with tragedy and injected spirit.

Subsequently, Li Jingsui, Chen Jun, and Lin Feng took the special soldiers forward, sent the ashes porcelain altars one by one to the hillside, pulled the soil by hand, and gently buried them in shallow pits one by one.

Lin Feng broke off a small yellow flower that was shaking in the rain, gently placed it in front of a tombstone, leaned his head on the top of the monument, and sobbed silently.

Li Jingsui walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered: "Zhishan, this is going to Shouzhou, the road is long, I hope Zhishan will take care of everything, he will fight side by side again!" ”

Lin Feng raised his head and nodded heavily.

Chen Jun stepped forward and stared at Lin Feng several times before he said with relief: "Lord Lin, take care all the way!" ”

Previously, the several major wars initiated by Lin Feng basically threw Chen Jun, the secretary of the military department, and even the entire military department aside, which made him and his subordinates have very opinions about Lin Feng. But today, at this moment, Chen Jun was infected by the atmosphere of the scene, and he really admired the good effect of this public sacrifice in his heart, and also admired Lin Feng's sincerity, and his heart for Lin Feng suddenly weakened a lot.

Lin Feng nodded gratefully and thanked this civil official-born secretary of the military department!

After Li Jingsui and Chen Jun led the forbidden army to leave, several generals of various armies looked at each other, and collectively stepped forward to salute Lin Feng respectfully. Zu Chongen, the deputy general from the Ningwu Army, walked out of the ranks, clasped his fists and said: "Lord Lin, my brothers, and many soldiers in the army want to transfer to the special forces, I don't know if they can take us in." ”

Lin Feng wiped the tears and rain from his face, and said slowly: "Thanks to the brothers, they can look up to Lin and the special forces. However, it is really inappropriate for everyone to belong to different sections of the army and change their subordinates without permission. Do you think so? You write out the list of your subordinate festivals, positions and brothers and hand it to Lin, and Lin will write a letter to the envoys after returning home, and if agreed, Lin will welcome all the brothers and brothers in Shouzhou; If not, please be reassured, Lin will work hard to create opportunities to fight side by side in the future! ”

Zu Chongen looked at the several lieutenants and lieutenants behind him, nodded in unison, and then beat his chest three times in unison, and turned to leave.

Brothers, I will come to you one day with the news of a great victory, waiting for me! Lin Feng thought silently in his heart, looked around at the mountain monument on the hillside again, and resolutely turned around and left.