Turning the river bank, there was a gentle slope in front of us, at the foot of which was an avenue, and a long wall of bones appeared on the side of the road, and we walked under the wall of bones, and all of us were as solemn as the cold wind in winter.

At the end of the road was a wooden bridge that had collapsed by the river, and on the edge of a large deserted rice paddy field, a pile of white bones half-submerged in water, and a rusty iron spear stuck in it. The sergeants were strongly shaken, and soft sobs were already heard in the ranks.

"Oh my God! Look over there! Someone exclaimed loudly, and everyone turned their heads in unison, and in the distance on the right side of the river rock, as far as the eye could see, a dazzling white mountain towered on the bank of the river, but when you looked at the mountain, a creepy feeling rose from the bottom of your heart, and it was a sense of fear from the depths of your soul.

Uncle Li reached out and snatched the reins from the guards on the side, turned over on his horse, and shook the reins violently. The mount roared and sped quickly. We also mounted our horses and followed Uncle Li forward.

Finally, when I was only a hundred meters away from this strange white mountain, I finally stopped the horses, my eyes widened, and my mouth made an unconscious sound, my heart was extremely uncomfortable, and I wanted to kill, yes, at this moment, Lao Tzu wanted to pull out the knife and stab to death the tens of thousands of prisoners of war who were still held in the camp.

In front of my eyes, the wide river surface seemed very calm, and the glass waves were slowly rippling, but on the bank of the water, there was a mountain-like white bone Jingguan, which stood in front of their eyes. Countless hideous-looking skulls shone with dazzling white light in the sun's rays, their mouths that could never be closed were half-open, as if they were shouting something, and their black hole eyes looked helplessly at the blue sky...... ---------------------------------------------------- a mountain, the heads of 100,000 captured soldiers of the Sui Dynasty are all here, on the incense table in front of the Jingguan, the young prison is sacrificed, and the paper table in front of the table is still slowly burning. A few residual incense sticks, rising like wisps of green smoke, curled up, with the black paper ash flying up from time to time, hovering and dancing in the sky above the white bones, as if to sacrifice the souls of countless undead in the sky. The Tang army on the bank of the river was silent, and tens of thousands of people were quietly mobilized. There is no shouting, no talking. This huge hill of bones seemed to shock the entire battlefield.

Uncle Li sat down on the war horse as if frightened, a long neigh, front hooves raised, then snorted, hooves pounded the ground hard, retreated, Uncle Li puffed out his cheeks, pursed his lips tightly, strangled the horse's reins with his big hands, stared at the white bones like a mountain, and the eagle's eyes were already wet.

"Oh my God!" Uncle Li Jing screamed sadly, jumped off the horse, and walked to the front of this white bone Jingguan with a little staggering steps, stroking these skeletons that had only white bones and no longer faces and expressions, couldn't help but cry, and shouted loudly: "In the past, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty defeated Goguryeo three times, and there were not 100,000 people captured by Goguryeo. ”

"Mourning on the General's Day! Great General. Several generals hurriedly rushed forward and supported the Tang Army God, who was nearly seventy years old.

Uncle Li stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Uncle Li Jing's hands, and shook them tightly and vigorously: "Old general, don't hurt your body, since I am here, I am here to take them home, and they should also go home." More than a dozen old generals who originally belonged to the Sui Dynasty or had fathers and brothers who participated in the battle of Kova Goguryeo all bowed to the ground and wept bitterly.

Tens of thousands of Tang soldiers all sat solemnly on the bank of the river, and behind Uncle Li, the imperial cover had already been opened, but this time the appearance of Uncle Li's identity marker did not cause earth-shattering cheers as usual, but made the Tang soldiers present even more heavy and silent, and the battlefield was silent. There were only countless flags, sounding in the fierce wind.

Uncle Li stood in front of the dilapidated incense case and was silent for a long time, Fang took the incense candle from the hand of the eldest grandson Wuji, walked to the incense case and knelt down on one knee. The generals and guards of the Tang Dynasty turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee and fell to the ground, and I also knelt down, looking at the Jingguan composed of the skulls of 100,000 Han family children, and there was a voice in my heart that seemed to be constantly shouting something.

The accompanying sergeant unfurled the lid. When the Tang troops on the battlefield saw it, they all automatically and consciously lightened their steps and looked towards the river. But Li Shimin's appearance did not cause the usual cheers on the ground, but brought a heavier silence. There was silence on the battlefield. There are only countless flags, sounding in the hunting ground against the mighty spring breeze.

The soldiers gathered along the river also pushed the mountain of gold and fell to the ground like a jade pillar. There was a rush of sobs and weeping in the army. Among the 100,000 sons and daughters of the Han family who died, there may be their fathers, brothers and relatives, seeing that there is no hope of reunion, who can not be in pain?

Uncle Li held incense candles in his hand, looked up at the white bones piled up into the clouds with a solemn expression, bowed his hands, and prayed loudly: "Thirty years ago, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty started an unprovoked provocation, the military supply was not good, and the rear army did not come, so that you would die in a barbaric place; Thirty years later, Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty led the teacher to ask for the guilt, rode ten thousand cars, and the ladder bridge was not counted, so as to wash the hatred of the year. not only for the Central Plains to fight for land, but also to be a ghost in another country; can't be buried in the homeland, who says that the sky is ruthless! Today, I have led tens of thousands of Han family children here, and I will definitely set foot in Goguryeo, return to my hometown one after another, and return to my soul, and the north cannot stop! Increase the ice and snow! It's not long to come back! ”

The officers and soldiers of the three armies let out a sad voice and recited the poem "The Conjuring" written by Qu Yuan, which is the most commonly used to support bones and return to their hometowns

Tens of thousands of soldiers raised their heads to the sky and called: "The soul returns, and the north can't stop!" Increase the ice and snow! It's not long to come back! ”

Come back, Soul!

You can't stay in the north.

There are layers of ice as high as mountain peaks, and heavy snow drifts for thousands of miles, dense and thick.

Come back, you can't wait too long...... The sound of the call of the heavens reverberated in the sky above the whole earth, and above the sky, the clouds rolled, and the wind roared, as if it were the roar and harmony from nothingness of the souls who were unwilling to ambush in a foreign land after death, I looked at the sky, and thought so, suddenly, I felt a cold on my face, touched my face, and in a daze, I was full of tears.

---------------------------------------------------- three calls, the whole army was solemn, Uncle Li put incense on the case, stood up, glanced at the surrounding Tang Dynasty soldiers, Uncle Li wiped his cheeks, wiped away his tears, and asked softly: "Do you remember the ballad that was left in front of Changbai Mountain at that time, does anyone still remember?" ”

A young janissary beside him shook his head blankly. The eldest grandson Wuji was stunned, stood up and wanted to speak, but Uncle Li raised his hand to stop him, Uncle Li shouted again and asked again, and many white-haired veterans looked around, and stopped talking.

"If you don't sing, I'll sing it to you!" Uncle Li raised his eyebrows and shouted.

Looking at this cloud-like white bone Jingguan, Uncle Li sang in his thick and heavy voice the song written by Wang Bo, the early leader of the peasant uprising at the end of the Sui Dynasty and the self-proclaimed Zhishilang, which once set off a ballad against the uprising of the Sui Dynasty**:

"Changbai Mountain's former Zhishilang ......"

The sad song rose with the wind, hovering lonely over the school grounds, shaking people's hearts. By Uncle Li's side, Li Jing, the god of the Tang Dynasty, stood up and stood up:

"Pure red brocade crotch ......"

Following the simple and simple tune, Uncle Li Ji, eldest grandson Wuji, Li Daozong, Uncle Cheng and others all sang along one after another:

"The long pin invades the sky and a half, and the wheel knife shines! ……”

I also stood up and looked at the mountain of white bones and replied:

"Go up the mountain to eat roe deer, go down the mountain to eat cattle and sheep......"

Su Dingfang, Pei Xingjian, Xue Rengui, six uncles, and many others joined in this song, and the older veterans and generals were already in tears, and they also joined in with their choked voices:

"Suddenly, I heard that the official army was coming, and I raised my knife and swung forward! ……”

Finally, everyone on the banks of the river was singing.

Uncle Li and countless soldiers were immersed in this heroic and sad song. The song finally turned into a wave of air that swirled and stirred under the clear sky:

"For example, if Liaodong dies, what will be injured by beheading!"

The singing became louder and stronger. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the plains are magnificent. The singing voices of countless Han family sons and daughters from the bottom of their hearts seemed to be poured between heaven and earth, and the powerful aftersound made the gray-blue sky resonate with it, and they were reluctant to disperse for a long time......

(To be continued)