The noisy crowd standing behind Chu Kun gradually quieted down, and suddenly quieted down, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

Wang Rong took the lead in wrapping the white cloth belt around his body, and then took out a white porcelain jar from the bag on Chiyun's back, the name written on it was Wang Pu, a member of the Wang clan in Pinyang, in terms of seniority, Wang Rong wanted to call him a clan uncle.

Wang Pu's personal ability is actually not the most outstanding among the guards, but because of his background and loyalty, Wang Biao gave some special care and became a team of guards. In the battle of Guangmu City, faced with the situation that the walled wall was broken through, Wang Rong and his personal guards blocked the entrance of the channel built by the springboard. In order to cover Wang Rong, Wang Pu was hit by several spears, and he didn't even leave his last words, so he died suddenly.

Not only Wang Wei was like this, but Wang Hao, Li Sujie, and Chu Luxu wrapped white cloth belts around their bodies, and all the flags in the army were put away.

Chu Kun really didn't expect Wang Rong and them to come back like this, he was silent for a moment, and immediately tore off a white cloth belt from the hem of his underwear and wrapped it around his body. The officials of the city behind him followed suit, and the scene that was supposed to welcome the triumph instantly turned into a white of filial piety.

Zhang Yunshu looked at the change of scene at this moment, didn't say anything, quickly found a white cloth belt and tied it to his body, and handed the other one to his little sister. Zhang Pu took it silently and wrapped it around his waist.

The Western Governor's Mansion sent troops this time, and the battle experienced was the most intense, with nearly half of the casualties and thousands of people killed. They are alive when they go out, and they are heroes when they return victorious.

Wang Rong took the lead, holding the white porcelain jar in his hand, and walked forward slowly, everyone's footsteps were so solemn and gentle, as if they were afraid of disturbing the heroic spirits of these fallen soldiers.

There was no sadness or joy on the faces of each soldier, and there was no sad look to be seen, but tears had spread all over their cheeks, dripping on the ground, and smashing tiny pits.

Behind the soldiers holding the white porcelain jars were the seriously wounded soldiers, some of them missing a leg, some of them had an empty lower body, some of them missing an arm, some of them had no arms at all, some were completely disfigured by the destruction of knives and spears, and even worse, the iron armor was burned on the head and could not be taken off.

Their injuries are bizarre, and their images are even more difficult to see. If it was in normal times, they would have to turn around and run away even if they saw a ghost. But today, the eyes of the people are filled with reverence and pity, but there is no fear.

The army of the Western Governor's Mansion was not at all as arrogant and well-armored as the people of the city imagined. The soldiers were as if they had just returned from the battlefield, with evil spirits, scars, dried and blackened bloodstains, endless sorrow and hatred, but no joy of victory.

The welcoming crowd retreated silently, making way for a wide path, their eyes full of wonder and horror.

They originally came to greet their brothers, husbands, and fathers happily, but the scene in front of them was beyond their imagination, these men who seemed to have come out of the blood and fire were not at all like a triumphant army, and there was no joy at all about winning the battle, and there was only sadness in their hearts that gradually magnified to the extreme.

Every white porcelain jar passed by, the crowd on both sides saluted silently, and the man wordlessly reached out to pluck the hairpin flowers on the heads of his female dependents. Many adults reached out and covered their children's mouths to prevent them from screaming and disturbing the silence of the world.

The entire procession, including the soldiers who returned from the expedition, including the officials of the two prefectures and the people of the city, all returned to the city on foot. Wang Rong looked at the wooden wall standing in front of him, which was not very tall, and the plaque on the wooden door, which read: "頨栾东門" The four words "頨栾運門" were clearly understood, this is Chu Kun's masterpiece, and he directly expanded the city to the east for ten miles to accept the population that will be occupied in the future.

At this time, this wooden gate became a triumphal arch to welcome him. Wang Rong raised his head, burst into tears, and cried out, "Brothers! Come home! ”

The earth-shattering roar shook the entire city. The people, who had not gone out of the city to greet them, had come out to see what had happened, and then they saw their captain, holding a white porcelain jar and a white cloth belt, walking down the street with filial piety. And he was not alone, but a group of people, including the people who went out of the city in the morning to wait.

The people of the city stopped on both sides of the street, watching in silence. It was a lively city, but it was instantly depressed a lot, and the sad atmosphere infected many people, some women and children cried in low voices, and some men had tears in their eyes and red eyes.

"Send the hero home!" I don't know who shouted, and then the surrounding people began to roar, and the voices were one after another, resounding through the sky and shaking the universe.

On the smooth street, Wang Rong led the team forward, followed by countless people silently following, surrounded by shouting and screaming, silence and noise intertwined.

Wang Rong led people all the way to send the ashes of the fallen soldiers to a martyr's shrine that had been built a long time ago. This martyr's shrine was built by Wang Rongli against public opinion, and at that time, even the governor's mansion and the county government were not built, so he should have squeezed out a part of the small budget to build the martyrs' shrine.

Nowadays, there have been a lot of tablets in the Martyrs' Shrine, starting from Wang Rong leading the troops to Shuofang County, until this expedition, thousands of soldiers have been enshrined.

At this moment, the middle door of the Martyrs' Shrine was wide open, the veterans guarding the shrine had solemn faces, their waists were straight, and white porcelain jars were flowing in, and there was a strong smell of incense blowing in front of him, so that Wang Rong couldn't help but hold his breath.

White porcelain jars were placed on empty wooden shelves, and unengraved wooden plaques were placed behind the white porcelain jars, which were soon engraved with the corresponding names, origins, and ages.

After Wang Bian put Wang Pu's ashes, he took three incense sticks from the hands of the veterans guarding the ancestral hall, held them high above his head, bowed down and bowed three times, and then walked out of the ancestral hall.

The worship in the Martyrs' Shrine continued, but Wang Rong had no time to take care of this matter, so he took Wang Hao, Li Sujie and Chu Luxu all the way back to the Duwei Mansion.

After resting for a while, Chu Kun also returned to the Duwei Mansion with the officials of the two prefectures. After everyone was seated, Wang Rong said straight to the point: "Mr. Chu, there are many things facing my Western Governor's Mansion now, and the first thing is the rewards and pensions for the soldiers, the living soldiers should be rewarded, and the soldiers who died in battle and seriously injured should be compensated. ”

Wang Rong's first article made Chu Kun difficult, he did not hesitate, and said directly: "Duwei, there is not much money in the house now, and it is not enough to reward and compensate at all." ”

Wang Wei looked at him, and he was helpless in his heart, Chu Kun has the talent to go through the heavens and latitudes, and he is easy to govern a western governor's mansion. However, people will have shortcomings, and Chu Kun is no exception, although he is well-read and has extraordinary abilities, he doesn't know anything about Tao Zhu Gongzhi's ability.

The finances of the entire Governor's Office have always been in a situation of making ends meet, or making ends meet. Wang Rong had no choice but to come up with his own suggestion: "In this way, a lot of livestock was distributed from the county guard, and the good horses, ploughing cattle, lambs and camels among them were left, and people were sent to sell them south with horses and mules. When the money for the sale of the mules and horses arrived, they sent it directly. ”

Chu Kun took a pen and paper and carefully recorded it, and asked, "What about the bereavement of the fallen and disabled soldiers?" ”

Wang Rong said directly: "The families of the fallen soldiers will each give ten acres of good land, which will be cultivated by the officers and soldiers in their free time, and all the minor children in the family will study in the Duweifu Academy. Adult children are dependent on their ability, and those who are willing to join the military can inherit their father's business, and those who are willing to engage in business will be supported by the governor's government. ”

Wang Rong paused, and then said: "All the disabled soldiers are transferred to the Zhuangtian of the Duwei Mansion, and they work in the farming hall when they are busy, and they train students in the Taoist Academy in their spare time. If conditions permit, the Governor's Mansion will also hire him as an instructor and a coach and a non-commissioned officer. ”

Chu Kun heard that it was the first two big, and such a large expenditure had never been seen since the establishment of the Duwei Mansion. But for the sake of the future of the Governor's Mansion, he has to do it even if he has his hair bare.