Among the creatures in the world, only humans have the consciousness to think about death, and only humans understand that every living thing is bound to die, and death is inevitable.
Animals don't have this kind of thinking. They don't have the consciousness of death. They don't wonder why that companion is gone while they are alive. Will I also fall down one day and never get up again?
Human beings have thought, but thinking cannot solve the terrible problem of death. As a result, mysticism was born. The birth of mysticism in human society is actually a by-product of people thinking about life and death.
Finally, when humans discovered that no matter what you think, death is inevitable, then you can only choose the way to die. Funeral rituals appeared in human society.
In ancient times, all ethnic groups had their own myths, and different funeral rituals appeared, including burial, cremation, mummification, and shamanic funeral rituals for feeding wild animals...
Infusing death with a sense of ritual and allowing the soul to transcend has become a unique spiritual pursuit of human beings.
Over thousands of years, religious beliefs have changed, cultural heritage has intermingled and intermingled, and funeral rituals have changed but never disappeared.
Under the influence of this culture, humans collectively believe that humiliating a corpse is a huge sin!
Using different techniques to kill the opponent will result in completely different results. Give the captured general enough courtesy, let him choose his own way of death, and give him a ritual before death, even after death. Give it a good burial and a monument.
This is a way to kill your enemies.
There is another way, which is to stab the person to death, then strip the body naked, cut off the head and show it around, or even make the skull into a toilet.
This is another way to kill an enemy.
Is there any difference between these two methods of killing? For the dead man, death is death, and the result is exactly the same: hanging, drowning, hacking to death, burning to death, bullets...the final result is death.
However, different ways of death can bring completely different feelings to the living people. In the first way of death, although those defeated nations were unwilling to accept it, they saw their commander die with dignity, even earning incomparable respect from their enemies. , then the hatred in their hearts and even the awareness of resistance will be much smaller.
And try the second way of death! A nation that is insulted will be filled with righteous indignation and rage, and the hatred of the entire nation will not be extinguished even if it is poured into three rivers. From now on, you will receive endless resistance and revenge.
Animals cannot understand this kind of thinking of humans. Maybe in the eyes of tigers, lions, and elephants, death is death. Is the form of death really that important? What a strange human being.
But human beings are so strange. In order to pursue a dignified death, they can do many things that are difficult to understand.
For example, in Vladivostok now, the stupid Fuso samurai has inspired the hatred of tens of thousands of Tsarist Russian soldiers by insulting corpses. The anger in their hearts has erupted like a volcano. At this time, you can pour all the sea water in the Sea of Japan. If you go up there, you can't even think of extinguishing it.
Where did the sudden burst of fighting power come from? That's where it comes from...
"Damn idiot! Baga, Bagayalu..." Mr. Long was so angry that he cursed in Japanese.
"My order is that from now on, anyone who counts their merits by heads will have their merits completely nullified... Anyone who cuts off their heads will not only have no military merit, but will also be guilty!"
"A bunch of idiots! It's so easy to take credit..." Xiang Shaolong looked at the corpse on the ground, then suddenly struck like lightning and tore off the badge on the corpse's shoulder.
"Every soldier has his own badge on his shoulder, with military rank and unit information. Doesn't collecting these things prove that you killed an enemy? You have to cut off the head! Perverts, all of them A bunch of perverts..."
Soon, perverted curses were passed back and forth among the army. Ding Si and Ma Hui led the team to protect the general and continued to charge. When they encountered a Fuso warrior who was beheading someone on the way, they yelled and cursed.
"Pervert! No more beheadings... The general forbids using heads to record merit! Tear off name tags! You idiot, tear up name tags..."
"Are you stupid? Tell me if you are stupid... Even if you are a bucket-waist and can hang a few heads in a circle, four or five will only be enough to support the sky. Why don't you tear off the enemy's military rank tag! Just tear off one. Prove that you killed this enemy. You couldn’t think of such a simple thing? You are so short-sighted..."
After beating and scolding all the way, the Fuso warriors finally came to their senses. Under the general's murderous gaze, they dropped their bloody heads one by one and started the game of tearing off name tags.
After a while, Ma Hui and Ding Si met Shimazu Asuka, Mouri Yigen, Date Baixie, Date Kitano and others who were competing in a hundred-person slaying competition.
Master Long went crazy when he saw this. This group of Fuso warriors who had been slaughtered into blood gourds were still competing with their swords cut out. Every one of them had red eyes.
"Baga! Stop it..." Mr. Long got off his horse and rushed over to use the hand-to-hand grabbing technique. He heard a series of jingling sounds, and the swords with broken blades were thrown away. on the ground.
Immediately afterwards came the sticky 18th fall and the big wrestler, who knocked down these perverts and somersaulted. Shimazu Asuka was stunned by the fall. He felt his body flying into the air and fell to the ground. As soon as he got up, he was thrown over his shoulder again. He fell to the ground, got up and fell again, falling eleven times in a row, and his brain went numb.
Master Long looked at these frightened Fuso warriors and yelled, "Immerse their heads in the sea water to wake them up!"
At this time, everyone was located on the far left side of the battlefield, which was the easternmost part of the peninsula near Ussuri Bay.
Although the ice floes in Wusuli Bay in April had broken up and allowed sailing, the sea water was still bone-chillingly cold. Ding Si, Ma Hui and a group of soldiers carried these crazy Fuso warriors to the beach, pressed their heads and stuffed them into the sea water. Went inside.
The horse scolded back, "Idiot! If it weren't for you perverts, these Rakshasa ghosts wouldn't be so crazy... Wake up, wake up!"
Ding Si was even more wicked while scolding and kicking their butts, "What a fool, if you say you are perverts, you are perverts! People die in war, and killing is right... But why do I see that you seem to particularly enjoy the process of killing? Perverts? …”
With a crash, Ding Si lifted Maoli Yiyuan's head out of the ice water, leaned into his ear and shouted, "You can't tear off name tags? Can you tear off name tags?"
The biting cold sea water finally calmed down these samurai. Shimazu Asuka was the first to shout, "I know I was wrong. I followed the general's order. I will tear off the name tag. I will tear off the name tag now..."
"But...but what does it mean to tear off a famous brand..."
"Damn it, you still haven't soaked in the sea water enough..." The soldier behind him pressed his head down again.
Maoli Yiyuan was startled when he saw it. "Don't drown me. I know how to tear off famous brands. I will definitely tear off famous brands...wait!" Maoli Yiyuan suddenly shouted towards the sea.
"Look! There is a sampan approaching us on the sea... Is it reinforcements? Look..."
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