Section 108 Victory Parade
The "Soothing Ceremony" held by the Religious Affairs Office at the foot of Chengmai City was a great success. The Senate thought that enough people had been killed, and there was no need to torture the dead in any mysterious way. Therefore, whether it was beheading in public or hanging the corpse on a tree from Chengmai to Qiongshan, or even the ancient "Jingguan", it was not done. The prisoners and migrant workers set up several large funeral pyres near the sea, burned the bodies, built several elegant mass graves to bury the ashes, and erected "monuments to the fallen." The church, the New Taoist Church, and the monks who were recruited on the spot held a religious ceremony for three days in a row. Wu Shimang and the others were so tired that they were swaying. The stench on the day when the corpse was burned even made them lose their appetite for several days.
The rituals of the dead were performed for the living to see. After this large-scale religious ceremony, not only the entire Chengmai, but also the people in Qiongshan, Ding'an, Wenchang and other places also had a great change in their view of the "Kung Thieves", and even On the continent, Kun Thief's reputation for benevolence and righteousness also spread.
Everyone was talking a lot, saying that the Fubo Army not only collected the enemy's corpses for burial, but also held ritual ceremonies to commemorate the dead souls and built monuments to commemorate them. Obviously, they were not cruel and rude people.
The total number of Fubo Army's dead, including missing persons, was 161. Originally, He Ying wanted to make a coffin on the spot and transport it back to Cuigang for burial. But Liu Muzhou thought it would be better to cremate on site and then return the urn for burial.
"This is not good." He Ying has investigated the local folk customs. "The habit of burial is deeply ingrained. Let's change it to cremation..."
"The cremation system must be promoted from now on." Liu Muzhou said, "This war is an opportunity. If we want to take care of all the old social systems, we don't have to do anything. Let's start with our own people."
At a ceremony held for the fallen of the Fubo Army, an infantry battalion remaining in Chengmai lined up and fired three volleys, followed by twelve artillery fire three times. The military flag was lowered to the ground in mourning. Everything was very solemn and solemn. Finally, the military band played "Stand With Me". Even the most arrogant veteran officers shed tears at this time for the death of the native soldiers they had always regarded as cannon fodder.
The army received dignity in the ceremony to commemorate the fallen. This dignity came not only from the officers and soldiers, but also from those who taught them new murderous weapons and tactics. An army is not a simple tool, it is made up of people.
He Ming thought to himself, I hope all the elders can understand this truth. He stared at the blazing fire on the beach, with black smoke rising into the sky. The addition of a large amount of camphor and cypress firewood made the smell in the air not as nauseating as it was a few days ago. The sea breeze disperses the smoke from time to time, making the air much better. He quietly asked the adjutant beside him: "Is the car ready?"
"The car is here," the adjutant whispered.
As soon as the ceremony is over, he will return to Lingao to participate in the formulation of the next military action plan. First, there were military operations advancing to the front lines of Qiongshan, Wenchang, and Ding'an, and then there was the matter of forming security companies in each county.
After the ceremony, he immediately returned to the temporary headquarters. Zhu Quanxing, commander of the 6th Infantry Battalion who stayed in Chengmai, was waiting for him.
"I have to rush back to Ma Niao immediately." He Ming said simply, "After I leave, the Chengmai work team will arrive in the next few days. You must help the work team establish our authority around Chengmai as soon as possible, especially Law and order."
"Yes, I will try my best to do it."
"You must do your best, but you must do it with 'cooperation'." He Ming emphasized this point, "You must clearly distinguish priorities."
Zhu Quanxing said loudly: "Yes, I understand."
"It's good that you understand. This time when the troops return to defense, only your 6th Battalion is left behind. They have to engage in security operations without any rest. The soldiers may be a little complaining. You should pay more attention to the movements of the troops.
"Director Wei said that the condolence group to Chengmai will be arriving soon. The merit evaluation has also begun - this will attract a large part of the soldiers' attention."
The jeep was running on the bumpy post road. Shan Daoqian's captive construction team had not yet built the road to Chengmai. It started to rain outside, and the rainwater poured on the windshield, and the wind swirled the rainwater into the car. His uniform got wet. He Ming was sitting alone in the back seat of the jeep. The splashing sound of raindrops on the carport was so dense that it was almost inaudible. He looked outside through the window. The flowing rain made the scenery outside blurry. He said to the driver: "Slow down."
"Yes, Comrade Commander."
He closed his eyes, seeming to be concentrating, but in fact his heart was a little unstable.
Bad news has come from Ma Niao in the past few days: I heard that some senators had objections to his combat operations, thinking that he was wasting his time and money, but the results were not satisfactory, and they wanted to impeach him in the Senate. This rumor caused a lot of discussion among the veteran officers who had returned to Ma Niao Base. Many people complained.
He Ming didn't care about such remarks - after all, the battle had been won, and the debate was nothing more than the size of the results. He personally does not attach great importance to the issue of his honor. After all, he is already the People's Commissar of the Army, and it is impossible for him to be promoted to a higher position. Moreover, he believed that his qualifications, prestige and daily behavior were enough to defeat any bad intentions against him.
The main task of the army now is to quickly occupy the entire island. He thought that it must start action immediately to make full use of the residual power of this victory. Thinking of this, he put the slight unhappiness behind him. Thinking about what to do after returning to Ma Niao and who to send to organize a security company.
The Army base under construction is bustling with activity. The troops returning from Chengmai have resumed their daily training after a few days of rest. The officers and soldiers won a great victory and their morale was high.
Today they did not conduct a formal exercise, but issued an order to "organize the military appearance."
Everyone immediately knew that a big shot was coming from Bairen to review the market army.
So everyone got busy. Cleaning the barracks, cleaning the windows, cleaning the playground... and then endless personal housework. Cleaning guns and weapons; washing, mending and repairing flags - although the flags were made before the war, they were already in disrepair after the war; officers and non-commissioned officers polished their sabers, and the tanners and blacksmiths in the camp were busy Overwhelmed, they repaired sabers, shoes, and various equipment.
Even the militiamen and civil servants who participated in the war were ordered to clean up their appearance, shave, take a bath, wash and mend their clothes. The militiamen and civil servants were flattered - they thought they were just people going to work, but they did not expect that the elders would also "review" "them. Everyone is spreading rumors that generous rewards will be given after the review.
Yang Zeng had a trim and shaved his beard in his dormitory. Put on a brand new uniform. He got this new uniform this year and has never been willing to wear it. He took it out during this review. The clothes he wore during the expedition were already in tatters. He had already given his old uniform to the logistics department and received a new uniform coupon. Many people have new uniforms, but he is not in a hurry - because he heard the battalion commander accidentally said that they will soon have new uniforms - more sophisticated than the current ones.
Orderly Wei Darong was packing his armed belt and combat boots. Wei Darong is a young man who looks like a child. He sat on a small bench, carefully oiling his boots, and polishing the metal parts of his armor belt with powder from broken tiles to make them look shiny.
"Company Commander, don't you know who will come to review us?"
"I don't know, they're probably from the executive committee." Yang Zeng, as an officer of the Sixth Army, knows more about the political system of the crossing group, "I think there will probably be a long article."
"Is Wen Chang the new emperor?"
"No -" Yang Zeng smiled casually, "Of course not, the Australian emperor is in Australia, and the title of the text leader is 'Chairman'."
"What kind of official is the chairman? Magistrate? General?"
Yang Zeng couldn't think of how big an official he should be. However, he was a bandit and fled to Hainan when he could no longer survive on the mainland. He has more experience than the average person. "I think he is a bachelor or something."
Wei Darong was still not satisfied because he didn't know what a bachelor was.
"...like a prime minister" Yang Zeng finally came up with a suitable explanation.
"That's right." The orderly finally understood a little bit, "Your boots are ready."
Yang Zeng put on his boots and put on his armed belt, and the orderly hung the command knife on him. There was a full-length mirror in the officer's dormitory. He looked at himself carefully in the mirror and felt very powerful. I think that it was only three years ago that I was guarding the village gate with a matchlock gun in Gou Er Manor, but now it feels as distant as it was in my previous life.
"Hang up the stars." Wei Darong brought a wooden box.
The box contained the recently awarded medal emblem. In order to enhance the sense of honor of soldiers and staff, the Senate launched a tender to develop a medal system. According to this system, a batch of medals and medals were produced and supplemented.
The medal that Yang Zeng received is relatively simple: the National Defense Service Medal - a flying dragon under the service logo. This is awarded to military personnel who serve on schedule in the army, obey orders, obey commands, and complete service tasks loyally and perfectly. Anyone who has served for almost one year can get it. Then there is the medal for promotion to lieutenant: a silver star on a bronze base. Then there is the Outstanding Service Medal: used to commend outstanding achievements in combat and training. Those with minor meritorious service who cannot obtain the third-class military medal can receive the Commendation Medal. The Xunlue is the hidden flower of the military branch on the red base.
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"Company Commander, you have so many medals." Looking at the medals hanging on his chest, Wei Darong said with envy. He only has an enlistment training badge, and his military rank is private.
"They are all ordinary commemorative medals." Yang Zeng said, "As long as you work hard, you can get something." In his eyes, the most valuable among these medals is the Pingding Lingao Commemorative Medal. Although it is just a commemorative medal, it represents seniority - ―Only those soldiers who were the first to serve the Australians may get it: those who participated in the capture of Goujiazhuang and the battle to suppress bandits in Lingao. Yang Zeng was a prisoner in the previous battle, but he soon became a soldier in the latter battle.
But Yang Zeng knew that he would soon receive a medal with a real different response. The battalion commander had already talked with him and recommended him as a second-class military merit recipient.
If there are no objections after the recommendation, you will definitely get it, and the meaning of getting the military medal this time will be different. It was awarded after the victory review of the entire army, and the honor was much higher than the usual second-class military merit.
When you become a company commander, you gain military merit, and then you climb up step by step. He thought of his battalion commander-maybe it won't be long before he himself will be the battalion commander.
Yang Zeng rattled the command knife chain in his hand, feeling a little elated. He looked at his light infantry ribbon and carefully pulled it neatly. Then he took out the officer's revolver and looked at it carefully and put it back into the holster.
"How about it?"
"You look so majestic," Wei Darong praised sincerely.
Zeng looked at his appearance again and said, "Tell the company sergeant that I will check the hygiene of the barracks this afternoon and ask him to clean it up."
The next day, the entire Ma Niao Camp was as shiny and spotless as a brand-new coin. Waiting for the arrival of the condolences group.
Five battalions lined up on the large playground of Ma Niao Base. With the sound of the bugle, companies one by one, bayonets and fluttering military flags moved, forming formations at certain intervals according to the orders of the officers. There are newly sewn military flags in front of each company, and the flags display all kinds of strange patterns in the wind. The artillery carriages, even the wheels, were neatly polished and arranged neatly, with polished cannons unfolding one after another. Everyone was wearing freshly washed uniforms, and the soldiers' armed belts and leggings were tied as tight as possible. The officers wore all their decorations, new white gloves, and the brass scabbards of their command knives were polished to a bright shine.
Every officer and soldier felt insignificant, like a grain of sand in this sea of people. At the same time, I feel my own strength and feel that I am a member of this huge and powerful whole.
He Ming, Dongmen Chuiyu, Wei Aiwen, Panda and others looked into the distance. According to the notification on the phone, the condolences team will arrive at Ma Niao at ten o'clock in the morning.
"Coming, coming." As a messenger arrived, a low whisper spread.
The agricultural vehicle that the members of the condolence group were riding in stopped far away. The officers and soldiers on the field saw a group of people walking towards them.
He Ming knew that it was Chairman of the Executive Committee Wen Desi, Prime Minister of the Central Government Affairs Council Ma Qianju, Manufacturing Director Zhan Wuya and a group of people's committee members and ministers. The level of the entire condolences group is very high.
He saw that Wen Desi and others had arrived at the reviewing stand less than ten meters away from the first square formation, and he immediately greeted them. At this time, Dongmen Chuiyu shouted the command "stand at attention" behind him.
Like raindrops, the square formation made a neat sound, like waves rolling over.
He Ming walked up to Wen Desi and saluted:
"Representative of the Senate," He Ming shouted loudly, "Please review the commander of the field army, He Ming."
Wen Desi raised his hand in return. Then, accompanied by him, he walked to the flank of the first battalion, and the trumpeter of the first battalion played a march. Wen Desi raised his hand slightly, and then said a few words of encouragement and condolences to the battalion commander and soldiers. The 1st Infantry Battalion shouted loudly: "Serve the people of the Senate" followed by rhythmic shouts, continuous, like a giant gun, passing from one end of the training ground to the other.
Yang Zeng stood in front of his company. He has never been so proud and proud. He could feel the same emotions that everyone in this team felt - selflessness, pride in the strength of their collective strength, and passionate admiration for the man who created this army.
The elders walked to Yang Zeng's company. Wang Luobin seemed to remember the officer in front of him - he was the best Minie rifle shooter at the time.
"This is--"
"Yang Zeng." He Ming introduced, "Commander of the light infantry company of the 1st Infantry Battalion."
"Your marksmanship is very accurate."
"Yes" He was so nervous that he could hardly speak.
Wen Desi asked: "Has he made any meritorious service?"
"Rated second-class merit."
"What a good man." Wen Desi said and slowly walked forward.
Yang Zeng felt a huge sense of happiness enveloped his heart, making him dizzy. At this moment, even if he was asked to hold a rifle and attack thousands of enemies by himself, he would do it without hesitation.
As Wen Desi and others marched, cheers went from company to company, bugles were playing, and military drums were beating. The sounds grew louder and louder, converging into a deafening roar.
The soldiers looked at the captains. It was the first time for many of them to see the demigod-like captains at close range. They were all very tall, wearing the most ordinary uniforms, without armed belts, boots, medals and medals. Any mark of honor. They were so simple, with serious or tolerant expressions on their faces, waving and nodding to the officers and soldiers. The soldiers were held in their hearts by a kind of love from the bottom of their hearts: the elders controlled endless wealth and possessed the power of ghosts and gods, but their appearance and dress did not look like an official, or even a rich man. This simple and easy power made every soldier feel ecstatic and friendly, and they couldn't help but let out bursts of louder and louder cheers.
Then the senators came to the queue of militiamen and civil servants. Although the queue here was not as neat as the army, their love still caused them to give loud cheers that were no less impressive.
Wen Desi stopped and raised his hands to greet the countless dark farmer faces that seemed almost identical to him:
"Comrades, thank you for your hard work"
A deafening cheer erupted on the exercise ground. The cheer was not as neat as that of the army, but it contained unparalleled enthusiasm. Many people in the team burst into tears - this was the respect they had never received in their decades of life. Not just as a common people forced to do hard labor.
Wen Desi finally said: "Everyone of you, every comrade, on behalf of the Senate and on behalf of all the people, I sincerely express my gratitude for everything you have done."
He looked at the people on the training ground:
"You have received the military flag awarded to you by the Senate and the people. You are worthy of the honor and mission of the military flag." a! ~!
