"Oh yes, do you see if you can get up and move around?" the old gun remembered the captain's command and asked me to try to get up and see. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I got up slowly and went for a walk, and it was fine except for my sore muscles and a little heavy head.

Seeing that I was moving well, he said, "Then you can drink some tonic soup today and rest well." The captain instructed that when you were able to move, he would begin to arrange a memorial service for the brothers who had died this time. ”

I was dumbfounded and asked the old gun that I had been in a coma for a few days.

The old gun said that I slept for three days, and the lieutenant must wait until I woke up to do this ceremony, which is a great honor.

I sincerely asked the old gun to go to the captain to apologize, saying that the younger brother He De could delay everyone's big things.

The old gun said that this proves that the cavalry has regarded you as their own brother, you kid is very blessed, and the Daqing cavalry is notoriously arrogant, and he will go out to find the captain after speaking.

The topic turned to the sacrifice of comrades, and everyone fell silent.

This time it was indeed a loss, after a few encounters, it was actually more than Da Qing mintion, and it was within the scope of Da Qing's defense line, this situation was the first time in the history of the Da Qing Cavalry, the captain was like thunder, and vowed to wash the Da Lei Cavalry in blood, if it wasn't for the military department not agreeing to send troops on a large scale, the school captain is estimated to have done it.

But this situation is also a helpless thing, uncle and I told me that this small group of enemies is not from the side of the big thunder cavalry, they are so skilled, maybe the royal guard battalion is possible, and ordinary horses will definitely not be able to benefit them.

And if the enemy is not in a hurry to receive information and has no time to greet us, we will definitely be wiped out in the first encounter.

In any case, this revenge must be avenged, sooner or later, this is the idea of all of us in the cavalry battalion.

After a while, the old gun came back with a message, and the send-off ceremony was scheduled for tomorrow night, at the exit of our riding camp.

The captain said that it is good to be buried there, and after burying there, the dead brothers can watch the brothers who are still alive go out and triumphantly.

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The next day

During the day we train desperately, for the sake of the sacrificed brothers, but also for the living.

In the evening, everyone bathed early and changed into clean military uniforms.

"The auspicious time has arrived! Li, travel! sacrifice! burial!" Sima Yi shouted, took the lead in setting off, and gathered at the gate of the riding camp.

This time they didn't make fun of him. Silently followed.

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Exit from the cavalry camp

A sea of people.

All the brothers stationed in the camp came, dressed in crisp military uniforms.

Everyone gathered around the campfire in the middle.

The campfire stand is a one-man tall candle made of wooden strips in the shape of a long wooden raft, which is stuffed with thatch, pine and other ignition materials.

At the top of the campfire stand lay fourteen of our brothers.

They have already sacrificed, and the brothers have helped them sew up all the fallen limbs, clean up the blood stains on their bodies, wear their military uniforms neatly, and even the corners of the mouths of some corpses have been squeezed out of a smile by the brothers.

This is because everyone wants them to have a good time.

Seeing that we had arrived, the crowd moved out of the way, and the captain beckoned us to the campfire.

Then he shoved a torch into my hand.

I took a closer look, and it was only me who was holding the torch, the lieutenant, the lame herald, the leader of the seven, eighty, and nine groups, and a brother I didn't know.

Even the uncle didn't have a torch in his hand, so he just stood next to me and nodded.

A soldier helped us light the torch.

The lieutenant took a step forward, his head up and roaring.

The whole audience suddenly boiled, and all the knights were roaring, squirting, and shouting.

Like a bunch of maddened savages.

Everyone had a lot of effort to vent for a cup of tea, and the roar slowly subsided, replaced by a silent panting, and everyone's eyes were already red.

The lieutenant slowly half-squatted, a bit like the posture of Zamabu, stomped his right foot violently, and shouted: "Where are you~~~"

Everyone followed and stamped their right feet neatly and shouted loudly: "Huha~~". The voice was overwhelming and shocking.

"Facing the wind~~~" The lieutenant stomped his feet again and shouted, the torch in his hand pointing obliquely to the sky.

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

Everyone stamped their feet neatly and shouted three times.

"Facing the wind~~~" the lieutenant shouted again and began to stomp his feet rhythmically.

"Gale!"

"Gale!"

"Gale!"

"Gale!"

Everyone was shouting the wind, their voices were strong and powerful, and they stomped their feet collectively with the shouts, and stomped their feet to the rhythm of the captain.

The stomping and roaring formed a steady rhythm, like the sound of an attacking war drum on the battlefield, one by one, not impatient, calm, powerful, like a drumstick hammer hammer after hammer, and like our battle formation steadily stepping towards the enemy step by step.

After eight gales, the captain waved his hand, threw the torch on the bonfire stand and shouted: "Where are you going~~"

The rhythm of the audience changed, slowed down, everyone stomped their feet once, and then their hands slapped their chests, and then stomped their feet again, and slapped their chests again, and the dull impact sound, slow and powerful, like a heart beating, full of tension.

"Where are you going~~"

"Horse step!"

"Sunset!"

"Horse step!"

"Sunset!"

The sound of the mountain and the tsunami shook me deeply, and it was not until the lame herald pulled me that I came back to my senses, and followed everyone to throw the torches on the bonfire stand, and the bonfire stood a little bit, and the flames rose into the sky, illuminating everyone's faces.

The shouting continued, and everyone stomped their feet in unison, and the sound of the waves slapped against the string of flames, which seemed to move the rhythm of the flames with a rate.

"Can the wind blow us down?" this is the captain shouting, stomping his feet, hitting his chest, shouting.

"No!" the group shouted, and at the same time slammed their hands into their chests, just one word, full of power.

"Can the mountains overwhelm us?

"No!"

"Can the river break us?

"No!"

"Can darkness drive us away?

"No!"

Breathe back to your heart.

Then the captain no longer shouted, but everyone yelled to the rhythm.

"A sword can pierce us?"

"No!"

"Can a war spear pierce us?

"No!"

"Can the chariot stop us?

"No!"

"Nothing can stop us!"

"Huha~"

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Let the sun shine through us!

"Whew~"

Let the wind and rain penetrate us!

"Whew~"

Let the sword penetrate us!

"Whew~"

Return the knight to the Templar!

War!

War!

War!

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With three chanting battles, the crowd stopped, stood up straight, and took a deep breath.

Our vests were already soaked, and it was the first time we were in a war dance of this scale, especially when we stood in the middle of everyone, and the surging impact burned our blood.

The fire has engulfed the entire wooden frame, and the sacrificed brothers have turned into wisps of soot, but at this moment there is no sadness, no reluctance, no regrets, only surging fighting spirit and indomitable courage.

"This is the knight's war dance..."The uncle took a deep breath before he spit out this sentence with half a salary, and then sighed and said: "In comparison, the soldiers of our Yamen in the Central Plains seem too gloomy. ”

I nodded, deeply sympathetic, this is the soul of an army, I think that as long as this knight war dance exists for a day, even if there is only one person dancing, our knights of the Great Qingguo will never lose.

At the end of the "safe on the road" ceremony, the captain shouted, and everyone left in silence and order.

“some.dance.to.remember，some.dance.to.forget..” The uncle sighed at the end and dispersed with the crowd.

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We are still silent, unable to move.

"Safe in and out!" the lieutenant called out to me, "Don't go, drink with me." ”