Although Prince Chun's heart was full of doubts, he still showed friendship and kindness to Miss Qianqian, like a restrained businessman who did not smile, knowing that harmony makes money, but he was not born to be too enthusiastic about people.

This time, the initiator of a series of incidents caused by sandstorms was Huang Shilang. Seeing so many soldiers killed and wounded, he still felt a little guilty.

However, he is a Beijing official in the end, and he has always been high-minded, so he will not show his apologies too much, which has attracted the eyes of many people.

The soldiers who had died could not carry their corpses forward, but it would be unbearable to bury them here.

Although some people proposed cremation, Huang Shilang jumped to his feet and said that it was a bone-beating and ashes, which was disrespectful to the deceased.

The people of Yulan Kingdom firmly believe in ghosts and gods and reincarnation, and always want to ask for a whole corpse, which can be buried neatly.

Various opinions were deadlocked, and in the end, Prince Chun made a decision.

Dig a pit on the spot and bury it, and take a personal belongings from each person and bring it back to the family of the deceased.

At the same time, Leo was asked to remember the location of the burial, and he also marked it on the map, and when the mission was completed, he organized a team to move the tomb here.

This plan costs a lot of time and money, but it is the best solution at this time.

Neither side of the argument complained, but quickly dug several large pits before nightfall, made body bags out of felt and the like, and embroidered the names of the deceased on them, so as not to recognize the wrong person in the future.

The needlework was all done by Qianqian, and although it was rushed, she still did her best.

Prince Chun glanced at the stitches of the body bag and the words she embroidered, and couldn't help but nod approvingly.

I have to say that this Qianqian girl is really popular! Thinking of the female red, Prince Chun couldn't help but think of the sachet that Leng Yi Yanyan worked hard to make for him. Compared with the two, tsk, Leng Yi Yanyan is still more reliable in holding a sword than a needle.

Thinking of this, the corners of Prince Chun's mouth couldn't help but rise, and then he felt that he was distracted, and immediately turned a cold face.

However, such a subtle change in expression did not escape Miss Qianqian's eyes, in the eyes of anyone, Prince Chun must have been fascinated by Miss Qianqian's good craftsmanship at that time, and Qianqian herself thought so.

Huang Shilang knew some yin and yang techniques, and chose a "good" hour, and everyone held a simple funeral ceremony together and buried the sacrificed soldiers in the loess.

In order to be able to find the tomb easily in the future, and not to be targeted by the tomb robbers, Leo and the others found some whole stones, and built a barrier like a broken wall around the tomb, which naturally blended with the surroundings.

Leo carved marks into a few of the stones so he wouldn't be mistaken.

When all was done, everyone was exhausted, and the morale of the whole team was very low because of the death of someone they knew.

In order to appease everyone and let everyone have a good night's rest, except for a few sentries on duty at night, the rest of the people got together to drink.

At night, the bright moonlight hung high above their heads like a dagger in cold light, and the singing of the soldiers spread far away, bringing out a sense of sadness.

In the distance, there was a heavy Xun voice, as if telling the distant past.

Prince Chun couldn't help but sigh heavily when he heard these voices in the tent, he didn't expect to encounter such a thing after walking in the Gobi for so many days.

It seems that he still underestimated these sand bandits before, and it seems that it is not easy to reach the country of Botuo smoothly, and I don't know what kind of danger lurks in front of me.

(End of chapter)