On the seventh day after the war, the casualties in Luoyang City were finally roughly counted.

In that night's chaotic battle, nearly 20,000 innocent people died in Luoyang, including 4,000 Northern Dynasty people who broke into the city, and if you count the Northern Dynasty cavalry who were driven by the Tiance army to the Yellow River and forced to swim and flee and drown.

The Battle of Luoyang lasted less than two days, but it killed nearly 30,000 people.

This kind of loss is not an exaggeration to say that it is a meat grinder.

The vast majority of these deaths were innocent civilians who died when the city was set on fire by the rout.

From all over the land of Shenzhou, the decent people who came to participate in the Luoyang Heroes Club have been killed in battle, including those injured, and far more than half of them have been injured.

Just as Shen Qiu said to Ren Hao, in this battle, the Demon Sect and the Northern Dynasties were too ruthless, and the stuck points were too accurate, just a little bit, and they completely reimbursed the future heroes of the rivers and lakes.

But it's all gone.

Even the Jianghu people who miss their dead brothers and friends have begun to return to their own lives after seven days.

In the past few days, the bereavement rewards of the Heluo Gang have been distributed one after another.

The reward was sent to the Jianghu guests by the Heluo Gang, and they were entrusted to take their share while taking their share, and then bring the share of the war dead back to their homes thousands of miles away.

This thing was done in an atmospheric and bold manner, and the sufficient amount of silver money was issued, which slightly soothed the lonely hearts of the knights.

This time, in order to give an explanation to the people in the rivers and lakes, the Heluo Gang almost spent the millions of silver dollars hidden in the gang. Even with the Su family's Falling Moon Merchant Workshop, all the gains of the past ten years have been lost.

If a person dies, the ritual is five hundred taels, and if one person is injured, the ritual is three hundred, but whoever participates in the war will have a hundred taels of compensation. A large number of beggars were also rewarded.

Within the Heluo Gang, it is even more divisive.

After Lei Shiyin went to Lei Ye, he officially went out on the third day, and inherited Lei Ye's magnanimity and boldness as soon as he made a move, which can be regarded as reuniting the hearts of some loose people.

Maybe for a master, it's not worth the money.

But for the people at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, especially those who have no door and no faction and have lowly means, their cheap lives are rarely so valuable.

This will, in Luoyang City, no matter how harsh and venomous the Jianghu people are, they can't say anything bad about the Heluo Gang when they touch the heavy silver money in their sleeves.

Money can't buy a life.

But in many cases, money is the most direct measure of a person's value.

Especially these Jianghu people who lick blood from the knife edge.

During these seven days, the mourning and mourning crowds resounded everywhere, and this memorial mourning for the deceased reached its true peak at noon on the seventh day.

In the early morning of this day, the gate of Luoyang City was opened, and the surviving people in the rivers and lakes, each wearing linen and filial piety, each holding a black porcelain jar in his hand, which contained the ashes of his colleagues.

In addition to those who want to return to their roots, the remaining Luoyang war dead will be buried in the battlefield outside the city.

There has been erected a five-zhang high boulder, is the Tianji Pavilion Mo family craftsman, in these seven days without sleep, for the Luoyang War to make a big monument, everyone called it "hero monument".

In order to mourn the martial arts colleagues who died in order to protect Luoyang.

Along the way, mourning, blowing, blowing, blowing.

When the Heroes Club opened a few days ago, the troupe that came to play the ceremony will do the funeral work and play mourning music, and these musicians are also professional.

In the gentle and sad music, the ordinary people standing on both sides of the street did not say a word, some of them still carried white filial piety, and someone in the family died.

But that Bai Xiao is not just for his family.

is also brought to the heroes who died in front of them, although the common people are always afraid of the Jianghu people who draw their swords and fight each other if they disagree with each other, but people's hearts are flesh and blood, if there is no desperate death for these knights in front of them.

This Luoyang City can't be saved.

People gave their lives to protect themselves, and when they are buried today, it is also human nature to come and say goodbye.

The disciples of the Jade Emperor Palace, the Pure Yang Sect, and the three major sects of the Sword Sect walked in the forefront, holding the spirit flag, and constantly scattering paper money in their hands, as if they were opening the way for the souls of the dead.

The long crowd did not ride horses, but walked on foot, holding urns in their hands, all with serious faces.

Some walked on the road, holding the ashes in their hands, their eyes were full of tears, and no one laughed at them.

The dead are great, no matter whether they are heroes or bad breeds in front of them, they are all heroic deaths.

These good men of the rivers and lakes, although they had such and such contradictions in their lifetimes, but they will share the same hatred and hatred, and no one is allowed to laugh at the war dead.

To laugh at the dead is to laugh at those who survived!

Wei Changbo was also in the crowd, he was holding the urn of the elders of the Nanhai faction in his hand, followed by a group of senior brothers of the Nanhai faction, and the most peculiar thing was that Liu Zhuoran was also among them.

It seems that after that night, the estrangement between the two sides has been completely eliminated.

The Sword Monarch who once stood in the clouds now seems to have washed away the lead and has become an ordinary disciple of the South China Sea.

The urn in Liu Zhuoran's hand, I don't know whose it is.

But he held it firmly.

The expression on his face is also very solemn, he is no longer the original outsider who does not enter the rivers and lakes, since he has entered the red dust, he has to be happy for happy events and sad for sad things.

These heroes may not be great in life, but they are truly standing in the heavens and the earth when they die.

Such a good man, isn't it worth him Liu Zhuoran to wear linen and filial piety for them and send them to Huangquan?

At the front of the team, the leader was Lei Ye, the righteous brother of the prodigal monk, the leader of the beggar gang Zhang Tugou, he wore a long white hat, holding a spirit flag in his hand, and walked all the way, stretching his voice all the way.

Shouting for the return of the soul.

Behind him was Lei Shiyin, who was wearing filial piety clothes.

This girl has lost a lot of weight than seven days ago, her cheeks have been thinner, her big eyes are becoming more and more dim, she is already weak, holding Lei Ye's ashes, and when she walked out of Luoyang, she was already shaking.

The helpers around her wanted to come to help, but Shiyin stretched out her hand and pushed away.

Daddy has gone to see his mother, and he couldn't talk to him before his father's death, which is already a big unfilial piety, and she must finish the road to Huangquan to send her father.

Beside Shiyin, Qingqing is also dressed as a filial daughter, holding the ashes of the prodigal monk.

The monk has never married in his life and has no heirs, so he can only be sent off by Qingqing, the righteous daughter of Lord Lei, to see him off and cry.

However, the monk is an outsider, and he is still a thief monk with six impure roots.

Come to think of it, he wouldn't care about any of that.

Behind Shiyin was Shen Qiu and his gang.

Shen Qiu was holding a clay pot with one hand, and Zhang Lan was also holding one.

This slippery guy picked the smallest and lightest one, and also picked a very light one for Shen Qiu.

He was born in the Demon Sect, traveled all over the rivers and lakes, saw a lot of life and death, and knew that this beautiful funeral was said to be for the mourning of the dead, but in fact, it was for the living.

But no matter what you think about it in your heart, you are solemn on the outside.

The newly appointed seven elders of the Heluo Gang followed behind the gang leader, Li Yijian was dressed in linen and filial piety, holding two jars in his hands, one of which should be held by Yaoqin.

But she is a weak woman, so Li Yijian did it for her.

In addition to the two of them, there are also Lang Mutou, Zhao Steward, Master Li, Zhang Xiaohu, Yi Sheng, and the Heluo Gang suffered heavy losses in this battle, and these seven people were all promoted quickly.

Strength, to be honest, is average, but the victory lies in loyalty, and they are all credible people.

In the crowd, there was also the chief Dao who was wearing a cloak, holding his brother's urn in his hand, and beside him, was Li Baoguo, who was wearing leather armor, Wang Duwei and a group of Tiance veterans, who were also buried under the hero monument.

Li Baoguo has an extra personal soldier by his side.

It was the young government soldier in Luoyang City, and this young man had an extra scar on his face, which was the scar left by the night following Li Baoguo into battle.

He is now a member of the Tiance Army.

He was holding the ashes of his second uncle in his hand, and he was going to send the second uncle to the hero monument.

Although the second uncle was mediocre and waited for death all day long, on the day the city broke, the second uncle was killed by the dog of the Northern Dynasty in order to protect the old and weak, and he was barely a righteous man.

A group of thousands of people, mighty out of the city, in the mourning music all the way, walked five miles outside the city, on the edge of the battlefield with the bloody fight with the dogs of the Northern Dynasty that day, under a hillside, the shade of the face.

On the ground that had been leveled, there was an additional altar with a radius of ten feet.

There is not enough time, so the altar is not very luxurious, but it is very solemn, the Mo craftsmen used large stones to build it, and spent money to invite the beggars in the city to help, dug the foundation, so that the altar is very solid.

There is no other decoration, let alone a stone horse and stone man, just a big platform.

In the center of the platform, there is a five-zhang high stone stele, which is said to be the Li family's mansion, which dug up the best and most expensive rockery of their own family and gave it to the Mo family craftsmen, and only within seven days did they make this marble stele.

It was not regular or symmetrical, and the Mo family polished it as smooth as possible, and did not have time to carve any majestic human form.

A large red cloth covered this stone tablet, and around the altar, there was a large tomb that had been dug, and the funeral procession came over, and everyone stepped forward in order, and put the urn in their hands into it.

Everyone shovels a shovel of soil, and when the last urn is put in, the ground is leveled.

The mournful sound stopped.

In front of the stele, there were many people standing, paper money was flying, the spirit was moving, and in the gaze of thousands of people, the martial arts alliance leader who was also dressed in linen cloth and tied with filial piety on his arm walked up to the altar.

In front of everyone's eyes, Ren Hao grabbed the wide red cloth and pumped it outward.

"Bang la la"

Between the red silk hunting sounds, the huge hero monument saw the light of day.

On the front of the heroic monument, there are eight strong and powerful big characters, on the book "heroes are here, righteous people through the ages", that hand of words is reckless, with a few traces of elegant, just in line with the heroes of the rivers and lakes, reckless spirit.

In the exclamation of everyone in the audience, Zhang Lan pouted and whispered to Shen Qiu beside him:

"What Ren Hao wrote, what he wrote, it is not as good as what Young Master Ben wrote, these people in the rivers and lakes have never seen the world."

"Shut up, if you really want you to write, it's a mess."

Shen Qiu scolded in a low voice.

Indeed, the people in the rivers and lakes don't know how to appreciate the penmanship, but what makes them marvel and worship is not just the eight words, but the names that are densely engraved on the four sides of the stone tablet under the eight words.

Row by row, column by column.

Starting from the Heluo Gang Lei Lie, Zhao Wuji, and Wang Ben of the Tiance Army, the name of every Jianghu person who died in Luoyang overnight, no matter how high or low, no matter what the identity, no matter where they came from.

All of them are on the monument.

Since then, as long as this heroic monument does not fall, the exploits of the Jianghu people will never be forgotten.

As long as this heroic monument is still there, the whole world will sing the names of these righteous people.

"Such a mournful honor, singing all over the world, and leaving a name in history, it is really in vain to come in vain in this world."

Shen Qiu heard a sour voice coming from the crowd.

Listening to that meaning, it seems that it is very difficult to die seven days ago, so that he can also leave his name on this monument, this idea seems crazy, but think about it carefully, people live a lifetime, isn't it just for the sake of wealth in front of him, and mourning after death?

The matter in front of me, to the big one, is really a name in history.

For the people of the rivers and lakes, such an opportunity will not be encountered once in a lifetime, and it is no wonder that some people are red.

"Heroes and heroes, go to Huangquan, the road is far away, and drink this cup, and travel on the road."

Ren Hao took the people of the rivers and lakes to bow to the hero monument and the remains of the ashes buried in the ground, and sprinkled a bowl of Zhuangxing wine, and the mourning music was blown again, and in the crying and shouting, one by one the people of the rivers and lakes came forward to worship.

Shen Qiu hung his arms and stood at the edge of the crowd, he looked at the paper money burned in front of him, and with the wind straight into the sky, he remembered the battle of Luoyang seven days ago, those who died in battle, one by one circulated in front of his eyes, and they were as fresh as regeneration.

His heart couldn't help but feel heavy, he sighed and whispered:

"In this world, there is only one kind of heroism, who recognizes the cruel truth of life, but still loves it..."

"What did you say?"

Yaoqin, who was standing beside Shen Qiu, didn't hear clearly, so she asked.

Shen Qiu stretched out his hand to clasp Yaoqin's five fingers, he turned his head, smiled, and said:

"I mean, the dead are gone, teach the living, cherish the people in front of you, the flowers bloom and must be broken, and don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"Qingqing is still watching!"

When Yaoqin heard this, she was a little shy, and chopped on the side of Shen Qiu's feet, but she didn't let go of the hand that the two were holding.

Truly.

You have to cherish the people in front of you, don't wait until life and death are separated, and then regret it, it will be too late.

At the back of the crowd, the young man who had changed into a white plain shirt also held a folding fan and bowed to the hero's monument, and when he got up, he handed over one thing to Shen Lan, who was wearing red clothes and holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a veil on his side.

Hua Qing Says:

"Lan'er, Qu Xie is dead, the resentment is gone, don't forget what you promised me."

Shen Lan was silent.

She just looked at Liu Zhuoran in the crowd, and there was an indescribable look in her eyes.

After a long time, she let out a long sigh.

That man was not a hypocrite in his words and deeds.

This time, she lost.

"What? Don't want to? ”

Hua Qing opened the folding fan, squinted his eyes, smiled as usual, and under the sun, he turned his head to Shen Lan, who was holding an umbrella beside him, blocking the sun and letting the shadow cover him, and said:

"You ruined a hero in this world, so you have to pay us back.

I don't think one is enough. ”

His smile grew brighter and brighter, as if he had seen something beautiful.

He said:

"You're going to pay us back, two!"

"One for him, one for you.

The past is like yesterday.

Lan'er, your hands have been cleaned, your heart has also been washed, and you will start over in the future. ”