Zhu Lin carefully wiped the urn. Picking up the urn of the sacrificial squadron leader of the second battalion, he walked out with his head held high. The officials in Beijing who followed the militia also held an urn. followed Zhu Lin out. On the school grounds, more than 700 small coffins were all arranged into a phalanx according to the formation. Next to each coffin stood four soldiers. The other soldiers stood solemnly beside the coffin phalanx. Zhu Lin held the urn and walked towards the coffin phalanx of the second battalion. walked to the first coffin, patted the urn and said, "Brother, go all the way." May there be no more wars in the heavenly fairy world. Then the urn was placed in the coffin. He took three steps back and bowed three times. Under Zhu Lin's attention, after all the urns were put into the coffin, Zhu Lin was helped to the point platform by Liu Fubei. looked at Zhu Lin's shaking body. "Young master, mourning! Body is important!" Liu Fubei persuaded in a low voice. Zhu Lin shook his head gently at Liu Fubei. Zhu Lin stepped onto the stage. The platform is surrounded by several large white cloths to form a mourning hall. A pair of couplets are hung on flagpoles on both sides. On the table in the center of the table are the nameplates of all the people who died this time. After the worship is over. Zhu Lin took the eulogy handed over by Li Zhi. Look at the neat rows of soldiers below. He took a deep breath and unfolded the eulogy and read: "Woohoo! Former comrades, at the behest of the Lord, rejuvenated the teacher to rebel, sacrificed themselves to become benevolent, and forever knew the world." Woohoo! The sky is long, the land is vast, and I am also a comrade. The sun shines, the moon shines, and the comrades return. Cangyu cries together, the sun and the moon cry together, cry my comrades, and cry the soul of the hero. In the past, in this world, Jun is a pawn, but in Yu Yan, you are the world. All my brothers, but what brothers, the sound of eternal beauty, thinking of this, sadness comes from the heart. Tears poured down my face. Return, comrade. Return, brother. I am willing to hold the hand of the Son, walk with the Son, carry the hand of the Son, and share the enmity with ......the Son. Zhu Lin couldn't cry anymore when he read it, and he almost fainted from crying. I really can't read it anymore. Li Zhi nodded towards Liu Fubei. Liu Fubei took a step forward to help the crumbling Zhu Lin. He shouted loudly, "Cover the coffin and send the brothers on their way." ”

The soldiers below all looked solemnly at the stage. watched the couplet picked on the stage being put down, and heard the order on the platform again. The sound of "bang, bang, bang" smashing coffin nails came and went. Soon, more than 700 coffins were all covered with lids. Zhu Lin was helped down from the stage by Liu Fubei, standing at the front of the entire funeral procession, and behind him was a group of old people, led by Ishikawa who scattered paper money. Behind are the soldiers of the logistics battalion carrying the spirit flag. Liu Fubei brought the brazier for burning paper money and handed it to Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin took the brazier and threw it to the ground. There was a "pop" and the brazier was torn apart. saw Zhu Lin fall. Li Zhi slammed all the stacks of bowls in his hand to the ground. He roared loudly, "Carry it up, send the brothers on the road!"

The drummers in the army over there raised their drumsticks and struck them. The brass trumpet also blew up. From behind the spirit flag, there came: "All of them! Raise the bar!" Every fourth soldier lifted the small coffin and slowly followed the front team to the outside of the camp. Li Feng, as the acting regiment commander, walked in front with the coffins of the three squadron leaders of the second battalion who joined the army and carried the sacrifice. The rest are lined up in a row every four coffins. Walk out neatly. The trumpet team invited by Zhao Mingdao also began to blow and fight. Zhu Lin changed into a four-clawed python robe, wore a crown of wings wrapped in white cloth, and wore soap boots. The jade belt around his waist was also gone, but replaced with a white belt. Holding the coffin of the sacrificial squadron leader, he followed the team slowly.

The funeral procession had just left the camp gate, and there was a crowd of people outside the camp gate, but there were several angels on the street who stopped the funeral procession. An old eunuch shouted loudly: "Mighty Waiting Lord, Admiral of Xichang, Scholar of the Hanlin Academy, Patrol of the North, Sanpin with Sword Guard in the Imperial Palace, General of the Imperial Forest Army, Generalissimo of the Kuang Fu Army, Zhu Lin, the commander of the Beidi Formation and Training Militia Regiment, received the order." "It's really hard for this old eunuch to remember so many official positions. After shouting, the front row of the funeral procession that stopped looked at these swaggering eunuchs. "The deceased is great, I hope you father-in-law will not block this funeral road. Ishikawa stepped forward and said.

"You are an old immortal, didn't you hear that Zhu Lin should receive the holy decree?" a little eunuch came up and scolded Ishikawa menacingly.

After all, Ishikawa is an honest man, he used to be a stonemason, although he has been with Zhu Lin for a long time, but he still has an instinctive fear of these people in his bones. There was a snort. I don't know what to say anymore. But the old men of the logistics battalion who scattered paper money in the back stopped doing it. These people were among the first batch of homeless people recruited by Zhu Lin. They all crawled out of the pile of dead people. belongs to the kind of people who are not afraid of heaven and earth, except for Zhu Lin, these people are not **. For them, there is only one life-saver, Zhu Lin. Anyone else is nothing. Hearing the little eunuch's disrespectful words, he called Zhu Lin's name. An old soldier with a slightly lame leg directly picked up the basket containing paper money in his hand and smashed it towards the little eunuch. While smashing and running, he shouted loudly: "Damn, brothers, a few eunuchs are blocking the way of the brothers! Brothers!" The frightened crowd and a few angels who were watching the excitement retreated one after another. The people at the front are all old people who have worked hard before, and they are somewhat disabled. He didn't rush far before stopping. He looked at the angels viciously. The front team stagnated, and the team behind also stopped. Zhu Lin held the coffin and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Here, Liu Fubei turned around and ran towards the front of the team. After only a few minutes, Liu Fubei ran back. I reported what had just happened. Of course, Ishikawa followed. After hearing this, Zhu Lin nodded and said to Liu Fubei: "Tell them, wait for me to send the brothers back, and then receive the holy decree." If they stand in the way of the brethren again, they will be killed!"

Liu Fubei turned around after hearing the killing word and went to the front to negotiate. It didn't take long for the funeral procession to move slowly. The little eunuch knelt on the ground and kowtowed wildly towards the funeral procession, frightened just now. Especially what Liu Fubei said, it scared this little eunuch even more. The old eunuch originally thought that Zhu Lin would have to give himself face anyway. Even if you don't give yourself face, you have to give face to the holy decree in your hand! But not only did he not see Zhu Lin, but he almost lost his life. You said that the old eunuch was so angry, but there was no way to spread this anger on Zhu Lin's gang, so he had to spill his anger on the little eunuch who spoke disrespectfully.

Paper money was scattered all over the sky, like snowflakes flying. Soon both sides were crowded with people watching the excitement, and although there were many people, no one dared to approach. At the beginning of the lively crowd, there were occasionally one or two people in filial piety clothes kneeling there, constantly kowtowing to the funeral procession that was more than two kilometers long. But then there were more and more. Liu Fubei was worried about Zhu Lin's safety, so he arranged for someone to go there. It turned out that it was a merchant and some coolies who escaped from Jinling Wharf, there was no way, although I knew who saved them, but the military camp would definitely not let you in. You can't even go to the memorial service. And this army is out of the funeral. Ordinary people don't dare to approach at all. This is the only way to express my gratitude. There are also larger businesses that have set up road sacrifices on the side of the road.

Waiting for the funeral army to pass by, these people wearing filial piety clothes immediately followed the army, and gradually gathered more and more. Longer queues were formed. Zheng Jiu and Cheng Liyong tied white cloth strips on their heads and white cloth belts around their waists. looked at the funeral procession that winded for more than ten miles. Cheng Liyong touched his reddened eyes and said, "Could it be that the whole city is wearing filial piety." ”