The war has been fought in vain. If the corpses of the brothers are still left on the battlefield to be destroyed by the rebels, then the last bit of cohesion of the new army will be gone!
That's why Bai Min and other officers strongly demanded that the brothers' bones must be taken away, otherwise they would never retreat. This was not an act of will, but the limitations of that era!
When an army becomes an army, it will soon form a group with its own independent thoughts. What does this group rely on to stick together?
It's nothing more than rewards for merit, punishment for crimes, brotherhood, and righteousness! But it just so happens that the power of justice is the weakest in this era.
Just like what Xiao Letian said, if an army does not have its own thoughts and souls, and no real program, it will not know where to go and where will its hope for the future be!
Then this army will become a thoughtless knife, and will soon become warlord-like, independent, and become a cancer that draws the blood of the people!
People at the time could see this limitation, but they had no way to break it!
Bai Min and others knew very well that if the battle ended like this, there would be no credit for returning, but only punishment. The emperor would not look down upon the defeated army.
The emperor is their righteous status as an army. Only with the emperor can they have future jobs and future hope!
There is no hope for rewards, and they have to be punished because of their righteousness. However, there is only the last thing these people can rely on to survive in the future, brotherhood and staying together for warmth!
Therefore, the bones cannot be thrown away. If the military soul is lost, it will be gone. In the future, it is estimated that even the organizational structure will not be retained, and everyone's hard work over the years will be in vain.
What’s even more frightening is that the dead people died in vain. The living people can’t take care of themselves. Who will take care of the family members of the dead people?
To put it more bluntly, who will burn a handful of paper money for these innocent souls during the Qingming Festival?
Throw away the bones, these living people are actually dead, social death, political death, spiritual death!
The situation has come to a standstill here. The only person who can mediate is Fu Qing. At this moment, he has been lifted onto the airship by a hanging basket. He is in a deep coma and is about to be transported back to the capital!
No one can mediate the remaining people, let alone suppress them!
Jiang Lie sighed, "But...but how can we bury them! With so many brothers, it will take ten days and a half to bury them!"
"It has to be done even if it is difficult! Even if the burial is completed, I will just commit suicide to thank the country..." Bai Min said with a long sigh.
At this moment, a person spoke up, "Don't do anything about it... let me handle this matter! It should be the most appropriate thing for us to handle it..."
Everyone turned their heads, only to find that it was Shimazu Dairo who spoke. He looked at the people present calmly, "In our Fuso tradition, after a bloody battle, both sides can collect the corpse, with the mercy of the Buddha!"
"I don't believe that China, the mother country of my Fusang culture, will throw away such a tradition and not even allow the burial of the deceased?"
"All Fuso warriors present, stand up! Only we can complete this mission!"
After saying that, Shimazu Dalang began to disarm himself. Rifles, bayonets, pistols, grenades, bullets, smoke bombs, daggers... all kinds of combat equipment were unloaded and placed neatly in front of him. .
Immediately afterwards, eleven soldiers with sabers walked out of the Chinese Railway Corps. They were all members of the Sword Drawing Team of the Foreign Legion and were Fuso soldiers!
These eleven people walked behind Shimazu Dairo and began to disarm themselves, leaving only the tachi and ribs!
Jiang Lie looked at him and asked, "You? Can you do it? Guiziliu is in a rage right now. You will die if you go... Besides, there are only twelve of you, how many brothers can you bury?"
Bai Min also said, "You don't need to! We have received your wishes. We don't need you to go to Guiziliu to die!"
Shimazu Dalang shook his head, "I'm not going to die! I'm going to negotiate with Prince Gong... If the two countries are at war, he should be able to understand this!"
"I'll find a way to convince him! Then I'll spend money to hire a group of victims to help collect the corpses... Don't worry, you can retreat. I will carefully cremate your brother's body, properly pack the ashes, and bring them back to the capital!"
"Do you have a better idea than me? We are Fusang people. In fact... haha... we are also a foreign race. We are not Han people. It is more convenient to negotiate with the Manchu Eight Banners Prince!"
"He can't even hate us fusang people who can't beat us, right? Besides, this matter is also good for him, and he can have a reputation for benevolence and righteousness!"
"Does the king no longer want fame?"
After Shimazu Dalang finished speaking, everyone was silent. No one knew how to refute him. At this time, Shimazu Dalang said, "Find us some white cloth and bamboo poles. Give me some hard currency and easy-to-carry money for the troops." Paper money…”
White cloth is available on the train. The whole piece of white cloth is torn into strips more than thirty centimeters wide and one meter long, and then tied vertically to the bamboo pole!
The recognition flags are ready one by one. This is a craft that Japanese samurai must learn. It has been passed down for thousands of years and they dare not forget it!
Just having a white cloth to recognize the flag is not enough. Shimazu Dairo and the others also respectfully wrote the words "Namo Amitabha" on the recognition flag!
With the help of other comrades-in-arms, the twelve recognition flags were firmly tied to the back, twelve war horses were carefully selected, and the twelve warriors got on their horses.
Bai Min walked over and pulled the reins. "Don't you have any weapons? It's too dangerous..."
Shimazu Dairo patted the tachi, "Except for samurai etiquette, we don't bring any modern weapons... It's actually safer. Otherwise, even if the twelve of us are gods, we will never be able to defeat hundreds of thousands of rebels!"
"Please feel free to retreat. The lives of the wounded soldiers are important. We must take care of our dead brothers, and we must take better care of the living ones... The dead are falling like cherry blossoms, and the living should drink and have fun under this rain of flowers!"
"Death is not terrible, it is just eternal peace!"
The twelve warriors galloped their horses and whips, and ran towards the retreating direction of the southern rebels. The remaining people looked at their backs and were speechless for a long time!
After this bloody battle, Fu Qing vomited blood and fainted, but Guizi Liu was no better. The sudden appearance of airships and armored trains disrupted all his plans. Watching the big fish escape, Yi Xin was so angry that he had a splitting headache!
At this moment, it was impossible to ride a horse, so Zaicheng got a carriage. Yi Xin was lying in the carriage, with a white towel tied tightly around his forehead, and an imperial doctor was carefully using acupuncture!
"Father... don't be too anxious. If Fu Qing escapes, he will be lucky. We will win this battle anyway..." Zai Cheng persuaded Guiziliu in a low voice while supporting him.
Yixin clenched his fists in unbearable pain and said, "Why? Why did Xiao Letian intervene... I'm not surprised that the airship appeared, but why did the armored train appear?"
"Damn it... why did Ito send the information? Didn't he say that Xiao Letian was gone and the whole group was leaderless at the moment? Why did the armored train start to move?"
"Damn it! These Fuso ghosts, I really can't believe it! They tricked me to death..."
