Three Kingdoms

Although the flames of war are temporarily away, the trauma left behind cannot be made up for immediately.

There will naturally be casualties in wars, but when dealing with the bodies of these dead people, there are two different opinions, mainly aimed at the Han people themselves.

Regarding the Xianbei people, the opinions are basically the same.

The horses that can be saved should be treated as much as possible. Even if they can no longer go to the battlefield, they can still plow fields and pull carts. Seriously injured or dead horses were immediately skinned and their meat extracted, contributing their final remaining value...

As for the Xianbei people, their heads were beheaded and transported to Chang'an, while the headless corpses were cremated on the spot.

But for the Han people, Jia Qu and Xu Huang's opinion was to move them back and bury them in Pingyang, while Xu Shu and Ma Yan's opinion was to bury them on the spot. Huang Cheng followed Fei Qian's custom and had no objection.

People in the Han Dynasty advocated peace in their graves. The method of cremation even has some punitive meaning of destroying the bones and ashes, so it can be used to deal with the Xianbei people, but it must not be used on the Han people.

Fei Qian looked up at the sky, thought for a while, and finally said: "Let's transport it back. Although it's a little troublesome, it's not too far away after all... Open up a piece of land at the foot of Xuegong Mountain specifically for the burial of these soldiers... Just call it the Temple of Heroes..."

"Heroes Temple?" Jia Qu repeated, thinking a little.

Xu Shu's eyes flashed a few times, and he seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, the Heroes' Temple." Fei Qian said affirmatively, and then sighed slightly, looking a little lonely.

Xu Shu cupped his hands and said: "As a soldier, fighting in a decisive battle, wrapping your body in horse leather, asking for mercy and getting mercy, is the greatest honor. Zhonglang does not need to feel sad..." Since Fei Qian has made a decision, he and others will abide by it. So, after exchanging glances with Jia Qu, Ma Yan and Xu Huang, Huang Cheng was left to accompany Fei Qian, and then he left with the others.

Huang Cheng smiled naively, leaned over to Huang Xu and whispered, "Is there anything to eat?"

Huang Xu gasped and said: "Yes, yes, but it is for Zhonglang..."

Fei Qian heard the chatter behind him and said, "Give it to Uncle Ye, I'm not hungry yet."

"Wei." Huang Xu took off a bamboo tube from his waist, then opened the lid, poured out three rice balls, then thought about it, put another one back, and handed only two of them to Huang Cheng .

Huang Cheng chuckled, and without saying anything else, he unwrapped the dry leaves wrapped around the rice balls, then held them in his hands and ate them in big mouthfuls, two or three bites each, and swallowed the two rice balls in the blink of an eye. Go, drink another gulp of water, and finally let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Rice balls are one of the small improvements Feiqian has made during this period.

If the war is urgent and there is no time for cooking, the whole grains will be steamed in advance, then dipped in salt water and kneaded, add a few thin shreds of dried meat, wrap it with dry leaves, cover it in a bamboo tube, and leave it for two or three times in autumn and winter. There is basically no problem with the weather, but when the temperature is relatively high in spring and summer, hard-treaded pancakes are less likely to spoil.

Adding salt water not only ensures the replenishment of electrolytes during the march, but also slows down the deterioration process of the rice balls. This is a small improvement made by Fei Qian. Although it increased a little cost, it was quickly accepted and loved by all the soldiers.

Fei Qian looked at Huang Cheng eating rice balls, and suddenly felt something in his heart. Isn't this what he is doing now?

Improve the left side a little, and improve the right side a little. This does not guarantee that the people of the world will be better, but as much as possible, the life of the Han people under your rule will be better...

According to the current situation, Xianbei's army going south this time lost at least about 3,000 people last night. In addition, Shusi led more than 1,000 people to surrender in the end, plus the scattered losses before. Of the Xianbei people, that is to say, at most less than 3,000 Xianbei people fled back. This time the Xianbei people's southward attack can be said to be a complete failure.

Yes, Shusi was a bit smart. He knew that even if he went back by himself, he would probably become the scapegoat of a powerful family, so he just kept doing nothing. When he saw that the momentum was not good, he killed the soldiers who were left behind because of the lack of war horses. In the camp, several leaders who got close to the Dang household led people to open the camp gate and ask for surrender.

At this point, the entire Xianbei march south has come to an end. Even if the Xianbei people want to gather troops and horses to retaliate, they cannot do it within a day or two. Moreover, the weather is gradually entering winter, and the temperature will become colder and colder. They originally expected to bring troops from the south. Some supplies went back for the winter, but now not only are there nothing to bring back, but a lot of the population has also been lost, which is no less than a disaster for those small tribes that were originally underpopulated.

Therefore, at least from this year to next spring, the Xianbei people will not come again. Of course, if Bu Dugen's brain is flooded, he may take revenge regardless of it. However, Kirby can be by Bu Dugen's side. If a large number of soldiers are taken away and go south, it means that his soft body will be destroyed. With his abdomen exposed to Kirby, Bu Dugen's home may be ransacked at any time...

Fortunately, Tan Shihuai died.

Fortunately, Tan Shihuai's son He Lian was not in the right place.

Fortunately, Qian Man, the son of Tan Shihuai's son, was also average.

This is the misfortune of the Xianbei people and the luck of the Han people.

A nation always needs some heroic figures to stand up at critical moments, see through the thick fog of the future, point out the direction of travel, set a heroic example, and lead the people on a new path.

And can I become such a person?

Fei Qian didn't know and had no answer.

"After the Heroes' Shrine is built, I will personally pay homage. After that, all soldiers must go to pay homage before going into battle, and for the usual memorial service, officers above the rank of commander must be responsible..." Fei Qian and Huang Cheng said.

Now Huang Cheng is mainly responsible for the training of new recruits and the training of grassroots non-commissioned officers. This kind of matter must be explained clearly. Fei Qian himself seemed to have never been there again in later generations, except for one or two visits organized by the school when he was in elementary school and junior high school. Thinking about it now, it seems that there is indeed a missing piece...

Huang Cheng put away his naive smile and nodded seriously.

Rituals are sometimes necessary. The sense of belonging to a team and a country cannot be achieved by building a few martyrs’ cemeteries with great fanfare, then giving a speech on stage and cutting the ribbon. There are still many things that need to be done.

For example, the most direct one is to improve the retirement and security system for soldiers...

Standing on the city wall of Pingding County, looking at the soldiers outside the city who were busy cleaning up the battlefield, Fei Qian felt that he still had a lot to do...

The author remembers going to the monument once in elementary school and once in middle school...

Then there was nothing...

Although I don’t know if the things about some old Red Army and veteran soldiers on the Internet are true...

But the author is thinking that whether these things are true or false, we may not see them again in a few years...

Because even Zhang Ga, a small soldier, has become an old man...

History, a handful of loess, a cup of turbid wine, a column of fragrance, a white chrysanthemum...