Chapter 136: Dignity of the dead

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Ming Jin closed the drums, and the class returned to camp. This night, countless people could not have a good time. I believe that Rouran's travel account is the same, as is Montenegro's camp.
Among the main accounts of the Right Army, there was a candlelight that did not go out, which was the direction of Vice Admiral Wang's account.
"I ... 30% of the people died this time." The army couldn't drink, so the ancients could only drank cold water.
This made his heart cold and cold.
Mangu, like Vice Admiral Wang, has only a thousand-man squad. This time, three hundred people died. It is not yet known how long it will take to fill in.
"Hearing your tone, you rarely know how to reflect?" Wang Meng was slightly surprised and looked up: "Don't you always say that as long as you are still, you will never worry about no soldiers available?"
"That's because I dare to fight, and he will fight! How could the Master be missing me!" Mangu put a glass of water in his mouth. "But today, I feel a bit wrong ..."
When everyone looked at him, his eyes looked like knives, and they could be attentive.
"Oh, what's wrong?"
Vice Admiral Wang was a vice admiral. It was in the heart of the housekeeper's mother-in-law. When he heard that there was some confusion in ancient times, he immediately sat up and listened.
"You know that Mulan below me? She sew her belly on the battlefield today. Sew the dead ..." He snored. "When he returned to the camp, the master Laozi would call him, but he didn't Answer me! His fierce man ran away on a horse! "
"There are about seven or eight of Lao Tzu's relatives dead. The remaining crying is like a girl. Lao Tzu is noisy. They are still kneeling and not leaving ..."
"Where can I be afraid of death in battle? The more the enemy shows that it is going to shatter your posture, the more weak you can be. As soon as you are weak, you really should be shattered! I took a dozen soldiers to defeat I do n’t know how many battles have been fought. I won all of them in the end. Is it just luck? These little bunnies ...

"Why is that general ten years old, and the military skills have been six revolutions, that is, you can't be promoted?" Wang Meng shook his head, "Did the general think why?"
"Laozi ... Laozi ..."
Although Wang Meng is called "Meng", he is a rare and generous sober person in the army. He would not take the initiative to ask for anything, but if there is something in the same robe, ask him for help, he has always been incumbent on him.
He stayed in the right army, and he was truly pregnant. He stayed in the Right Army for many years. He first worked as a pro soldier, and later came out to lead the army. He was already forty years old. Only then did he rank with these generals. In a few years, it will be time to return to the field.
General Whitehead is rare.
Because of this, his peers will regard him as an elder and are willing to ask him everything. Even the very lack of friends like Mangu, and Wang Meng have a good relationship.
Vice Admiral Wang was naturally willing to take this opportunity to call him. In his opinion, if this ancient man is in any army, I am afraid that he has already climbed to a very high place. Unfortunately, he is in the right army, and the general of the right army is Xia Hong. It is naturally difficult to improve his style of leading troops.
He looked at the ancient language, and sighed.
"General Gengu, even General Xia, doesn't like a general who changes his soldiers often. What would other camps think of? The general's merit is spelled out, and we can fight with him as long as we follow it. Same feat ... if everyone did that, would the Right Army be the battalion with the largest number? "
"What's the truth! Where can we fight without dying!"
"But we are the right army. Most of the rest of the Chinese army and the left army belong to us. They are all recruits. There are many replacements on your side, and there are many dead. These are human lives! We add people It was harder than the other two armies. If the entire right army fills its army with human life, will we still be available in the future? Will anyone still want to come to the right army? "
Wang Meng saw that his eyes were wide and he did n’t know how to open his mouth, and continued, "This wind is not long. The right army has one of these generals. General Xia is already having a headache. A few more, I am afraid it will be a camp. It is us who shouts. "
"Wang Meng ... I ..."
"Next time in the main battle, take a good look at your son-in-law. I can recognize almost all of you, how about you? Your relatives are almost unrecognizable? Is it interesting to change this way?" He took a black gold dagger from his arms.
"This is for you. I don't like to charge into battle. This short dagger is not of much use to me. I hope that the next time you get close to melee, you will have more chances to win, and you don't need to kill your own soldiers to stop it."
This black gold dagger was quite entangled with him for a long time and he didn't want to come. At this time, he gave it casually. The black dagger took the black gold dagger and was speechless for a long time.

He Mulan camp.
"Lao Tzu will definitely not be here with this general!"
Hu Lihun's injury was not serious, but after the wound was too much, he bleed too much. At this time, He Mulan was washed with saline, wrapped into a mule, and lying in a bunk to rest.
It was only after the war that he was inevitably excited. He had nothing to do with it, so he had to scold him, and said a lot of dirty words in his mouth.
The rest of the people were also angry about this general, but which battalion they were assigned to at the beginning was not determined by them. At this moment, they can only pin their hopes on a big comparison. If they perform well, they will naturally be Xia Hong The general fancy and rose up.
The merit of several of them has long been enough to promote the centurion, just like the Platts.
But Wu Xun is not the same as a real job. You are eligible for promotion, which does not mean that you have a seat for you.
Several of them could n’t wear their clothes after World War I. Even if they washed, they could n’t wash off the pile of blood stains, so a group of big men stripped off their tents, and A Dan Zhiqi used boiling water in the fire pond against a pot of hot water. They started scrubbing around the basin of water.
He Mulan has been surprised at this kind of scene. It is strange to see weak chickens without muscles in the army. The weak chickens have long since died. So when she saw a bunch of strong men scrubbing around her, she could even take off a little clothes, and then wiped her arms, shoulders, etc., but she did not take off.
"You don't wipe well? Is there blood on the back?"
Some people watched He Mulan pick up a piece of parchment and rubbed it on the back of her clothes, and frowned. "Otherwise, I'll help you wipe it?"
"I can't. I've had trouble since I was a kid. I have diarrhea as soon as my navel and chest are exposed, and I can suffer if I pull it up ..." He Mulan persevered, and then drew it just two times, then began to wear clean jackets and coats .
"No wonder I often see your diarrhea ..." A Dan Zhiqi nodded plainly. "It is really necessary to take care of yourself carefully, diarrhea before the Great War, and life is gone."
He just ate a lot more garlic than before, and pulled his stomach many times before finally playing against him.
However, if he did not play badly, he would not go to the black battalion of the Right Army, and he would not have encountered Mulan. That being said, we must be grateful for those and garlic.
Then again, who gave him those and garlic?
"You can't show your chest and belly button. What daughter-in-law will you marry in the future? Don't you just sit on Christine's bucket when you go to the cave?"
The big thief of Toro laughed. He was very proud of this.
"Huochang is also a boy □□? I haven't even seen a woman's body ..."
"Tullo is pretty!"
"Can you say less!"
Turuo Daman immediately realized that the joke was not good, but his mouth was too late, and Di Yefei, who had wiped himself, put on his clothes casually, and went out with an ugly expression.
Lu Zhili's death dealt a heavy blow to him.
Now, he can only figure it out by himself.
That Luohun and Devil had already fallen asleep bloodily in the corner, and the group of cavalry responsible for the charge was the most expensive. Not everyone was as powerful and physically fit as He Mulan.
He Mulan stood up, put on her other clothes a little bit, and was about to get into the mattress to take a good rest, but suddenly a shout came from the door:
"Is the firework long?"
It was late at night, and because of the recent war, the battalion under the right army's ancient accounts had almost no sleep. Some will go to the tent to burn a shirt with a dead fire partner, while others will deal with wounds and clean up dirt on their bodies.
At this time, someone came to find out that Mo Mulan was strange, even the others in the fire were strange.
He Mulan walked to the door, raised the tent and bent down, and found that there were several Wei Bing who did not know. The head of the group was not young, about thirty years old. When she saw her coming out, she held a fist and asked loudly:
"During the day, I heard other fire brothers say that Huahuochang will sew the body?"
"... Who told you?"
"The fire companions in Luzhili have spread, and they all say you can psychic and sew ..."
"Old fourth!"
The young Wei Bing stopped talking at once.
"A few of us came here to ask Hua Huolong to give our head the Tong Huo who died today. We regained his head, but because the body was different, the military card did not know where to go. Gongcao refused to admit it was his body, and took away his stuff ... "
The fire was sad at this time like an old man, even wrinkles appeared.
The army is old, and young people in their twenties often look like middle-aged people, not to mention that the 30-year-old is already considered middle-aged.
"His family also has wives and daughters. If those weapons and spoils are sent back, anyway, it will allow his wife and daughters to live a few more years. If it is really taken away by Gong Cao, I am afraid that it will be disposed of as an object He has no corpse, and most of them will not set up a mound for him. In the future, there will be no theme in the family and army sacrifices ... "
In the army, there is a battle dead theme. In the future, Khan will reward his family for merit and reward. This is why Mo Huaier was so tragedy. It was impossible for him to be buried as a "donor for the country" and he would not receive any care at home.
Several fires with red eyes behind the fire were long behind him, and they all knelt down towards He Mulan.
Seeing his name in the fire, everyone knows that he has been together for a long time. Now that he has come to this end, it is no wonder that Tonghuo came to seek it at night.
He Mulan looked at the wrinkled fire, looked at a few kneeling fire partners, and reached out to help them. Those few people would not stand up, but Mulan was too strong, pulling one by one, pulling them all up.
"You don't need to do this. I go in to get the needlework and go with you."
He Mulan turned back to her account, and was shocked when she entered the account.
Several people with the fire and Toro Daman and others squatted beside the tent, listening to the outside with their ears sideways. Seeing He Mulan came in, they were not embarrassed, just frowned and advised:
"Really? If it spreads, everyone will come to you to do this later, and Gongcao will be unhappy ..."
"You just cleaned yourself, went to the tent, and come back to wash again?"
"It's so frustrating, you're not pretending ..."
He Mulan went over them, took off her clean coat, put on a dirty coat that was dropped by several people, picked up the ivory wire box on the case, and pressed it into her arms while telling them: "At least today I ca n’t turn a blind eye. If I do n’t, I wo n’t sleep well for a long time to come.

She is not a kind-hearted person, but she now understands what the humble military family is and what each family's death means to the family.
Why Hua Mulan said, "I'm not afraid of death. I'm more afraid of changing their lives than death." She has learned from the family of Qiulin Mozhen.
Even if it is a hero, even if buried under the ritual of a general at the time of death, what should happen will still happen, the ignorance will still be foolish, and the painful will still be painful.
No, it should be said, it will be more profound.
So if you can do something, do your best. After knowing that stitching Lu Zhili's belly would bring so much comfort to Di Yefei, He Mulan felt that this kind of thing was meaningful.
What makes sense, why ask it? Just do it.
He Mulan followed the fireman and went to the tent of the dead body.
Not every corpse will be brought back. Only those who have a fire companion or have a relationship with each other will bring the corpses of these people back to the battlefield before they clean up the battlefield. After being cremated in private, the corpse was taken to the same robe's home.
There are also those with more pockets, who will buy a coffin, and then ask someone to return the corpse to the country.
Most of the corpses, be they enemies or friends, were burned by the escorts in the battalion after cleaning the battlefield.
In the earliest times, Xianbei did not handle corpses. Naturally, wild wolves and walking dogs would eat them. It was the Han ’s medic who arrived in the army and told the Xianbei that if the corpses were allowed to rot naturally, it would be easy for them to get sick in the barracks. Those diseases were not the gods ’anger, but the curses from the corpses.
Since then, there has only been "moving to death" in miscellaneous battalions and tentacles.
The tents were brightly lit, and the early religious beliefs of the Xianbei people were related to fire. Although it was not allowed to preach the word of ghosts and gods in the army, the rules that had been passed down for thousands of years could not be changed. There were many vigils in the tent, and a brazier stood outside the tent, burning the clothes worn by the deceased.
"Burning" and "Drum, Music, Dance and Dance" are the tradition of Xianbei people. If there is a shaman, people without bones will have to bury their souls.
Nowadays, there is no shaman, but how the soldiers always sorrow the sadness of the soldiers is to open their eyes and close their eyes. If they are in a remote place outside the tent, if there is drum music all night, few military discipline officers will manage it. .
He Mulan hasn't been to the tent. Her fire is alive and well, and naturally there will not be such an opportunity. Maybe Mulan in the past lives, but these memories are not profound.
Maybe for Mulan, these memories are too numb, no need to keep in mind.
So she was shocked enough to say nothing.
She attended many funerals, after all, she was a forensic doctor in her last life. The bitter tears at the memorial service, and the scenes of women crying as if singing on the ground, have left her a deep memory of the "mourning ceremony."
But Xianbei people are not like that. Xianbei people sing songs and guard their spirits.
There were people drumming and singing everywhere in the tents, and some people knelt in front of the corpse, put the things used by the living people in the huge brazier, and burned them a little.
The tents stretched out. In addition to corpses, braziers, and drummers, there were also many night watchmen in white clothes. They were set up to prevent fires. Each had a large tank behind them, which was daily from the military camp. Sewage collected everywhere can be used to extinguish fire at any time.
He Mulan followed the fire and found the dead body of the same fire in the sound of drums and drums.
The skull was placed on the saddle of the deceased before he died.
There will be a meal of dried horse meat in the army, and the peeled horse leather will be covered with the bodies of the war dead.
When they saw He Mulan came, they laughed and wept, one by one saluting and admiring her virtues. He Mulan knelt beside the corpse, picked up the already blue head, and made a careful comparison.
This is her professional habit. Look at the wound first.
"... It's really his body."
He Mulan dropped such a sentence and began to bend down to sew.
"This is of course his body. Old Nine has been staring. The head was snatched by Huochang and the fourth oldest." A fresh man with a beard and a beard wiped his tears.
"The second brother is the best martial arts among us, and he doesn't have long eyes."
Yes, on the battlefield, martial arts are good, it does not necessarily mean that they will not die.
He Mulan carefully sutured the body. One of the professional ethics of forensic science is to "respect the body", so even if the inspection is performed most of the time, as long as the body is not broken to be irreparable, it will be sutured and maintained intact after the inspection is completed.
Although the suture will not be as careful as the surgical operation, it will also be done according to the family members' requirements. Organs are also placed in bags and placed in the abdominal cavity.
For this kind of work, He Mulan has done a lot better than killing. Naturally, she has a serious and serious look and precise and proficient skills.
Watching a man fly a needle and thread on the dead, and the sewing method is completely different from a woman's sewing, the couple of robes somehow remembered what Lu Zhili's companion said.
"Mulan, a man who can psychic ... he spoke out his last words for Luri ..."
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"The fire is long, does he have any regrets?"
After a long while, the third child still spoke up.
He Mulan was busy, didn't realize what he was talking about, and thought that the death was painless. She comforted her family and was accustomed to it. She immediately spoke without thinking.
"The wound is flat and the man with the knife cuts quickly. He should have no pain for too long, so the muscles have not spasmed. He did not leave the world in great pain."
Several younger fire companions were immediately relieved and embraced, as if they were pardoned.
After the stitching was completed, He Mulan accepted the gratitude of several robes, wiped her hands, and stood up.
Sitting on my knees for too long, suddenly got a little dizzy when I stood up suddenly. All of a sudden, her eyes seemed to be out of focus. Under the light, it looked even more mysterious and confusing. Those same people somehow raised a sense of awe at this man who was not tall, They bowed in ambush.
He Mulan and the corpse were on the same side. She thought that the other was worshiping the corpse, and she evaded slightly and walked out of the account.
The tent is a place where the bones are parked, so the smell will not be good. In the tent, the same person lit the oil lamp, and the land outside the account was dark blue. He Mulan stepped on the solid land outside the account, and once again raised the "feeling of accomplishment".
The last time was to save people, but it was wrong.
This time is to give the deceased the due dignity, and hope that the incident will not be reproduced.
He Mulan stood quietly for a while, and the wind blowing at night disturbed her hair, but she stood and stared at a point without moving.
On the other side was her fire partner Di Yefei.
He was drumming for his fellow firefighters and humming familiar songs.
It turned out he was here.
He Mulan was worried that Di Yefei saw her embarrassed and turned to leave, but she was pulled by her robes.
When she turned her head, the young man who was called the "Nine Brother" stood behind her with an uneasy face, saying like a mosquito, "Can you please also drum for our fire companion?"
Drums are the most common thing in the army, but who can beat them is very particular about it. If someone dies, the drummer must be the closest or highest person to the deceased. He Mulan was startled, shook her head and refused: "I just converged the corpse for him. How can I drum? long……"
"Please beat the drums for a long time ..."
Several robes came out of the tent and said earnestly: "You have preserved his reputation, preserved his things, and given his wife and daughter a tomb to stand. How can such a great grace not be a drum?"
He Mulan was held in front of the drum by a few people, but he could not quit his good intentions, sat on the floor, and shot.
Her strength was strong, and it was the first time she could beat the drum, she couldn't figure out the weight. The drumming sounded shocked to the Quartet. He Mulan couldn't help turning her old face flushed, and the second time she shot it, it was much lighter.
But where does she drum? So messy Hu also blushed.
Di Yefei naturally heard the drum, and saw He Mulan who was drumming. When he saw that the fire was at a loss, the drum in his hand was louder.
His mother was a man of skill, and he was naturally proficient in rhythmic rhythms. He Mulan vaguely heard the drum sounds of Di Yefei, and then he followed his beat to draw the gourds.
Her drums were majestic and powerful, and Di Yefei's drums were impassioned, and gradually, the drum sounds from all over the place came together, and there was a sound of music in the tent.
‘Chengguan iron drums still tremble, and the golden sword in the box is still dry. ’
Di Yefei shouted with a hoarse voice.
"Water flows low, and birds fly high.
Men are born to fight, women are born to weave.
The warrior looked forward, and the crow looked down.
Once born, there will be a day of death ... "
"Already born ..."
"A day of death ..."

Since He Mulan's robe helped her colleague corpse, more and more people ask her to pay the bill to help sew the dead body after the battle.
Sometimes it was broken hands and feet, sometimes it was a broken belly, sometimes it was the head of a war dead, and some she asked her to tell which body was the head.
He Mulan didn't know that this was the result of just feeling it once, and the same people all expressed concern about it.
At first, this job was a bit of a low-handed job, which was not conducive to He Mulan's reputation in the army. Second, He Mulan often went out to practice martial arts at night. After being caught up in these things, he had no time to practice . Sometimes I went out in the evening and could not return until late at night. Even the patrol officer and the gate officer did not stop her from walking back and forth at night, because they always felt that He Mulan and those ghosts and gods had been linked and could not be bumped.
A Shan Zhiqi reluctantly shouldered the task of cooking rice because He Mulan sometimes couldn't get up in the morning. Everyone's eyes on her became more and more revered. Gradually, in addition to the soldiers, even if the officer above the centurion died, sometimes she asked her to drum and sing.
"Can't go on like this."
Some people are Xianbei nobles, and there is a sensitivity in their nature.
"Gongcao do not fight, they live by sucking soldiers. If you do this again, you will suffer a great calamity! Anyway, it's just a deduction, not to not give them at all. How hard are you to put together a corpse?"
He Mulan gathered her hands together.
She remembered A Dan Zhiqi, who had died in Hua Mulan's arms in previous lives.
"Do you think that kind of buckle is right?"
"Of course not! But that's not what we changed!"
"I'm not changing my mind." He Mulan smiled. "When everyone has the habit of converging with their companions, there will be some places to send the relics. The habits of Xianbei people are not like this, nor are they Han Did it change for medical reasons? "
"Although that's true, but ..."
"Someone needs to do it first." He Mulan covered the ivory box. "For other things, go one step at a time. I'm a soldier first, and then I do these things. I have done my job well, and even if I have exceeded it in other aspects, it is not a big deal."
When she was going to be stubborn, it was no easier to shake than Mulan, who had scolded recruits in previous lives, "never let me die."
So even if Tong Huo is worried, she can only pray for her silently, hoping that God will bless good people.
He Mulan helped convergence for the fortieth day. Since she never accepted the same robes, these people who helped her gathered money and sent two black clothes.
This silk and thick hemp stitching dress is simple and elegant, with placket and cuffs decorated with horsehair. The Xianbei people are the people of Hu Fu riding and shooting, so even the dresses have narrow cuffs and wide pleats for easy movement.
He Mulan inexplicably watched a group of fellow robes worshipped and presented these two sets of strange clothes. She was about to quit, the other party said nothing and turned away, but she could not even catch up.
"what is this……"
Are Xianbei people giving clothes as a token of gratitude?
"Well, don't you know?" Several people were surprised when they looked at the clothes in her hands. "By the way, you are not aristocracy, you may not have reached them in the house before ..."
"This is a shaman's style of clothing. Black clothes with a mane and a feathered crown, the shamans are dressed up. Probably the military robes are worried that they will be applied too much, so this dress is not very shaman-like. The shirt is a bit like our jersey. It's a good material, you can wear it. "
"May I?"
"It would be even more wasteful not to wear it? This is the heart of the same robe. If you don't look closely, you can't see the exact thing."
Because black is really stain-resistant, and thick hemp is easy to clean and windproof, He Mulan really likes these two meticulous robes. Gradually, He Mulan is like the "bloody beauty" of Di Yefei. An own name.
The right soldiers called her:
Xuan Yi Magnolia.
The author has something to say: Small theater:
"I can't. I've had trouble since I was a kid. I have diarrhea as soon as my navel and chest are exposed. I can suffer if I pull it up ..."
One day, some people, shy and shy, handed Mulan something.
He Mulan (surprised): Belly?