Because the secret burial was agreed, the whole funeral was carried out according to the procedure, and when all the dead were finished, the Lei Chamber of Commerce walked out of dozens of offering tables, and the families of the soldiers who died in the war also issued one or two offering tables, making the team huge.

There were all kinds of offerings on the table, nothing more than meat, food, and wine. The most striking thing is that behind these offering tables, a group of bound upright dynasty people, there are Shura people and Asura people in the middle, these people all dropped their jaws, broke their hamstrings and tendons, so that they could not make a sound, and they could not struggle, and there were Wu soldiers on both sides to carry them forward.

Because everyone knows that they have to fight with the people of the Duan Dynasty, but not many people have seen the people of the Duan Dynasty, most of their curious eyes stay on these people of the Duan Dynasty.

The people of Yitian City knew that this was personally captured by the young patriarch of Menghuan Cottage, because he wanted to sacrifice a living person, which was the best comfort to the deceased, and also expressed the determination of the Menghuan Cottage people to take revenge, which was also the determination of the entire people of Yitian City.

When the offerings were finished, Ma Jingmu came over, and as a usher, he made a gesture of please.

In the process, Long Qifeng rushed over with the officials of Heavenly City, and now they were all standing behind Meng Winding Red Dragon, waiting to attend this funeral.

Menghuan Chilong also made a gesture of please, the dragon Qifeng pushed it, and Menghuan Chilong followed after the offerings and walked forward, Menghuan Leopard sisters and brothers carried the Menghuan Huoqi who was sitting on the chair and followed behind, and then Long Qifeng and them, as well as the people from Menghuan Cottage and the people from Yitian City, followed behind, and walked forward in a long line.

In the long procession, many people carried torches, making the flow of people look like a flowing sea of fire. More people planted torches in front of their homes, illuminating the way in front of them, guiding the souls of the dead, and making this seemingly heavy procession move forward freely.

In the procession, some people sang mourning songs, and more people were summoning spirits. They chanted the names of their loved ones, called out for the souls of the deceased to come home, and others answered as if the dead had indeed been resurrected.

In the depths of the night, such a sound has a mystery. This is the tradition of the Wu people, called Zhuan Mountain, the purpose is to bring back the soul of the deceased and make the deceased peaceful. When they left the city, they had to go around the mountains.

The long procession stretched out, slowly walking out of the north gate of Yitian City, led by Ma Jingmu, who represented the identity of the witch priest. Under his guidance, the long procession climbed several hillsides, finally completed the mountain turn, and stopped at a huge clearing.

Dozens of huge pyres have been erected in the clearing, which are intended for cremation. Because there were so many dead people buried, there was no time to cremate them separately one by one, so they could only be cremated together with this huge pile of firewood.

Among those soldiers who died in battle, some of them came from better families and wanted to be cremated alone, so they hired someone to cut firewood nearby and pile it next to the large cremation firewood, so in the nearby mountain forest, soon a torch was shaking, illuminating the entire mountain forest, and the sound of logging came.

In the process, Meng Winding Red Dragon watched silently, his mind full of the past, which made his heart even more painful. Long Qifeng didn't speak, because Meng Huan Chilong asked him to talk about tonight's sacrificial text, and he had to spend some time on the draft.

Everyone at the scene was waiting for the funeral to proceed, and no one spoke, because of the pain and silence, the atmosphere of the scene was somewhat solemn. In the darkness of the night, all the people were waiting.

When all the deceased were carried onto the pyre, and Ma Jingmu guided Meng Winding Red Dragon forward, it meant that the funeral was about to begin, and everyone was quiet. This is not a simple funeral, it is a funeral that swears revenge on the people of the righteous dynasty, and it is also a sacrifice for a young patriarch to take office.

Under the guidance of Ma Jingmu, Meng Huan Red Dragon first bowed to the heavens and the earth, and then knelt down to the old patriarch and the Wu people who died in battle. This is followed by a set of procedures such as incense, toasting, and offering sacrifices.

When offering sacrifices, he walked up to the upright dynasty man who was kneeling next to him, pulled out Ma Linlong's life-killing knife, and slashed at the neck of a upright dynasty leader, when the Shura man's head flew up and fell to the ground, and blood splashed on his body, he didn't dodge, he only felt that his blood was boiling, and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

Then there were some clansmen of Menghuan Dapeng, Menghuan Iron Eagle, and Menghuan Mink Bear, as well as the patriarchs of various families in Yitian City, as well as the relatives of the soldiers who died in battle, who went up to cut down the captured people of the Zhengzheng Dynasty. Everyone should pay homage to the mountain god and show their respect and inner determination.

In this process, the people who come to the funeral will let out angry roars from time to time, and there will also be weeping, but this crying is a comfort to the deceased. The whole sacrificial process, although there is a sad grief, there is also a strong war will, this war spirit is hatred for the people of the upright dynasty.

After the sacrifice, the land was already stained red with blood, and the red dragon stepped on the blood-red earth again, standing on the altar, facing the people.

The first time he ascended the altar, it was to worship the old patriarch and many martyrs who died in battle. And this time on the stage, it is a sacrifice for the new patriarch to take office, and he wants to make his oath to be the patriarch of the Menghuan tribe.

Under the guidance of Meng Huan Dapeng and the witness of the clansmen, he completed the handover in accordance with the ceremony. It is mainly a ceremony of handing over genealogies and tokens, which means that a member of a clan is handed over to him.

It's just that this process makes him feel angry and sad, because the genealogy handed over is the old man who is surrounded by fire, and he rewrites it according to his memory, and the original genealogy is still in the cottage, and there is no time to bring it out, all because of the upright dynasty. And the person who handed over was not the old patriarch, but Meng Huanhuo took the place of the old patriarch and carried out the handover ceremony with him.

When the ceremony was over, he held aloft the token of his clan, the dragon-shaped scimitar. In the light of the torches, make your vows.

"I, the Menghuan Red Dragon, will be the twenty-eighth patriarch of the Menghuan tribe, under the sky, above the earth, I am full of respect for the mountain gods, and I make my own oath, determined to safeguard and defend all the interests of the Menghuan tribe. Always loyal to the Menghuan tribe and abide by it. I will never shirk all my responsibilities to the Menghuan people, and I will be loyal and diligent and do my best for the Menghuan people. Here, I hope that the mountain gods will bless me, drive out the fierce men of the upright dynasty as soon as possible, return me to the great rivers and mountains, and build a new glory for my Menghuan tribe. ”

When Menghuan Chilong finished speaking, the people below Menghuanzhai knelt down and shouted to the patriarch. Others bowed in their respects to the youngest patriarch of the Wu Nation.

The priest Ma Jingmu stepped forward to lead the red dragon down from the stage, followed by the sacrifice of Long Qifeng, which was part of the funeral. Long Qifeng is worthy of being born in a family, and he just knew that he was invited to sing a sacrificial text, and now a sacrificial text will come with his mouth open.

Long Qifeng returns with a soul! Why should he be a hero when he comes out, only the soul stands in the sky, drives away the captives with his life, and begins with the sacrifice of flesh and blood to the Wu clan, and ends with the spirit of the king and other souls, bless my Wu clan! His soul is immortal, and his will will last forever. During this period, Long Qifeng gave a high evaluation to the old patriarch of Menghuan Village, as well as the Wu people and soldiers who died in front of the city gate.

After he finished speaking, he did not step down from the altar, but continued: "Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the city guard, I hereby issue five silver coins to each of the families of the martyrs. At the same time, I would like to appeal to the fact that we lost many of our brothers in today's war, but we must continue to fight against the Duanzheng Dynasty, and we must guard the Yitian City, prevent the people of the Duanzheng Dynasty from entering the interior, and protect the peace of the Wu Clan. Therefore, the city guards need more hot-blooded men to join, and tomorrow they will recruit soldiers in the city guard mansion, hoping that the real men of the Wu clan can contribute to the Wu country. ”

After everything was over, Ma Jingmu motioned to Meng Huan Chilong, and the old patriarch could be cremated. When Meng Huan Chilong walked towards the old patriarch with a torch, there was a cry behind him. Among them, Teng Xinzun cried the loudest, because he felt ashamed in his heart, and the grief of the whole city tonight was related to him, and one of his impulses cost more than 2,000 people's lives.

Listening to the miserable cries around him, the tears that surrounded the red dragon flowed out unconsciously. Thinking of the heroic spirit of the old patriarch, the kind eyebrows and kind eyes of the Wu Gong, and the sound and smile of the clansmen, he slowly stretched out the torch under the firewood and lit it.

A flame rose into the air, quickly engulfing the Patriarch's figures.

The women behind him were crying loudly, and the lamentations rang out again. But there was no sadness in the heart of the red dragon, only a bloody heart and a murderous aura.

The Wu people were originally good at singing and dancing, and he unconsciously wanted to sing it, but instead of a lamentation, he sang a war song, which was sung at Ma Linlong's funeral alone, and now he sang it again.

The battle flag of the Wu clan is flying in the air, the sharp halberd has pointed to the sky, the hot-blooded man should fight for the field, for the country and his own courage, the blood of the real warrior can be broken or broken, even if the knife is quick to seal the throat and do not look back, the wolf smoke on the battlefield swept through the dense mountains and forests, and the blood of the warrior went straight to the sky of the nine heavens.

The iron cavalry of the rivers and mountains roared with knives and guns, and the blood of pleasure and enmity splashed on the body, unable to stop the warriors roaring angrily, unable to stop the war spirit of the Wu clan, and rushed forward bravely with a knife roar, and leveled the robbers is the pride of the mountain god, and died in battle, for the blood of the warriors, and fought to the death, for the glory of the Wu clan.

At the funeral, the mournful song slowly disappeared, and everyone was singing this war song, because this war song was sung during the Great Patriotic War a hundred years ago, and anyone who was a witch would sing this song.

Under the starry night sky, tens of thousands of people sang a song together, what kind of scene was it. Under the sky, a layer of killing intent seemed to be condensed, floating in all directions. Everyone is boiling with enthusiasm, and they yearn to gallop on the battlefield, for the Wu Clan, and for themselves, happy revenge.

Meng Huan Chilong sang three times in a row, and then, in the midst of the firelight, he raised his arm and shouted: "For the Wu Nation, kill!

The hot-blooded young men immediately shouted, "Kill, kill, fight, fight!" Like a bolt of lightning and thunder, it shook the darkness of the sky, and made the sky reveal a glow, and a new day had come.

In this enthusiastic atmosphere, there were many young people who flocked to Long Qifeng and asked to join the city guard now. This made Long Qifeng very excited, and immediately ordered Long Qishui to set up a soldier collection office in front of the city guard mansion overnight.

Meng Huan Chilong also remembered his own people's army all of a sudden, and immediately shouted: "Lei Suyu, Lei Suyu." ”