"Beast! Beast! We are trying to save people but we have to bribe him? Are we afraid of retribution for eating dead people?" Shimazu Dalang's men cursed angrily.
"Retribution? Do you really think these people will believe in retribution? This is not a human being. It was originally reincarnated as an evil Shura ghost. It came to this world just to eat people!"
"Hurry up and work...there may be some troubles going to happen later!"
It was now approaching evening, and the bloody day of April 13th was almost over. The original battlefield had become quiet. The armored trains to the north had protected the remaining New Army retreats. At this time, the shadow of the army could no longer be seen with the naked eye. !
In the later period of this battle, it was estimated that more than 13,000 people from the imperial court were killed, but the number of rebels was unclear. It should be about three or four times!
Of course, Shimazu Dairo had no time to take care of the corpses of the rebels. He collected 13,000 corpses in seven days, which averaged 2,000 corpses a day.
This task was unimaginably large. Fortunately, the war did not destroy the telegraph line, and we could still contact the news from behind. Li Tuo and others heard that Shimazu Dairo had been allowed to collect the bones.
This group of people quickly mobilized supplies for him. A special train loaded with coal and wood slowly stopped in the wilderness. The Ba Dao team members quickly organized these half-grown men, unloaded the trucks and stacked them, and immediately began to organize the corpse sparks.
"The corpses that have been counted are pushed over... The Xishan Camp is burned on the west side of the railway, and the Yulin New Army is burned on the east side... Remember not to mess up the identity tags and relics. They are all placed in bamboo tubes and placed together with the bones. !”
"Did you hear everything clearly? Don't get confused... Brat, don't rush around. Line up the bones and put them away!"
One after another, broken corpses were placed on the ground, as neatly as the military formations during their lifetimes. There were bamboo tubes containing ashes on their chests, with tin and iron identity tags and relics inside!
Shimazu Dalang looked at the handsome young soldier in front of him, wearing the military uniform of the Xishan Camp. He looked to be only twenty-two or three years old. He was shot in the chest and died in the heart.
Picking up the ID card and gently reciting the names on it, "Shanxi, Shuoping Mansion, Weiyuan Fort... Zhang He... Today the post office sent a military pay deposit slip of twenty-two silver dollars... Parents, please don't read it..."
The relics are very simple, a stub of a telegram to my hometown, an identity card, and a worn-out amulet. They may be requested by a Taoist temple in my hometown, but that's all!
"Hey...brother, go away, we will properly collect your ashes...someone will take you home!" Shimazu Dalang stood at attention and saluted the fallen soldiers!
"Light the fire!"
This kind of open-air cremation ground is just a small platform where firewood and coal are piled, the bones are placed on top, and then the fire is lit below!
Raging flames soared into the sky. We had already passed the starting point, the sky had darkened, and the flames could be seen clearly from miles away!
The flames engulfed the bones. From now on, no one in this world will remember him except his relatives and friends!
"Place the pyre and coal... save them. There is no way we can't burn them so carefully... and the dead brothers won't complain!"
"Light the fire...give the brothers a ride...salute!"
Piles and piles of cremation platforms were lit, and the Shimazu brothers gave the last military salute to the soldiers on the road one by one. Some of the Bato team members themselves believed in Buddhism.
In front of the cremation platform, you can also briefly recite a few words of Amitabha's name, praying that the souls of these sacrificed soldiers can return to the Paradise of Paradise!
One, two, hundreds... more and more cremation platforms were lit. These cremation platforms formed a spectacular scene in the wild, and the rebel camp in the distance was alarmed!
Guiziliu was in a meeting when he suddenly noticed a faint red light coming from the north of the tent. He paused the meeting and walked out of the tent, standing on a high place and looking to the north.
At this time, people discovered that the cremation area in the north was already burning red. There were more than 200 cremation platforms burning along the iron furnace, and the number was still increasing!
The fire was soaring into the sky, and countless people in the rebel camp were looking up to the north!
Guiziliu didn't say anything. He stood still for a quarter of an hour with an ashen face before giving the order: "Instruct all battalions not to look around casually, which will disrupt the morale of the army... Remember, tell all the soldiers that we are victorious in this battle of Zhuozhou." On one side, the imperial army has completely failed..."
"Just follow what was said in the meeting just now. The vanguard troops selected tomorrow will immediately set off to the north... Don't rush forward this time, press forward as steadily as Mount Tai!"
"Second, order our spies in the capital to immediately spread rumors and spread the dismal news about the imperial court!"
"Third, it's their turn to rule the British. The British newspapers must publish the photos we took and announce to the world the news of Zaichun's crushing defeat and our victory..."
"Fourth, contact the United Kingdom, France, Tsarist Russia and other countries that have rifts with the Chinese to exert diplomatic pressure. The Chinese must give me an explanation as to why the armored trains participated in the war?"
"Fifth, send special envoys to governors everywhere... We have won this bloody battle, and they have to take a stand!"
"Haha, the battle of words is about to begin. Zai Chun, you are bound to lose... Urgently ask the photographers to go to the cremation table to take more pictures, so that the world can see how much Zai Chun, this little fool, loses. How miserable!”
"Yes..." Everyone followed the order and retreated. Only Guiziliu was left staring blankly at the location of the spark field. He held a piece of armor in his hand and didn't know what he was thinking.
Ronglu took Emperor Guangxu's photographer with him and left the camp to rush to the cremation ground. He was still more than a hundred meters away when he felt the rolling heat wave coming towards him.
More than two hundred cremation platforms were burning brightly, and the various changing shapes of smoke and ashes in the sky were like the souls of the dead wailing in mid-air.
The ashes floated down like snow and fell on Ronglu and others, making them unable to take a photo!
"You go and take pictures. Take pictures of the imperial army as miserable as possible. Take pictures of the miserable condition of the dead bodies and the cremation scene... The rest of you are following me!"
Rong Lu endured the high temperature and walked around the cremation table, and went straight to Shimazu Dalang with a sneer on his lips.
"Hey... You are substituting something for another! I didn't notice this, so you all started to make small moves. His Majesty said a thousand people, how many do you have here? It's far more than a thousand people..."
"Come here, count them for me, and take all the extra civilians back to the camp... Damn it, the next wave will all be sent to the death squads!"
After a busy day, coupled with the suppression of the suppressed emotions of the deceased, these sword-drawing team members could no longer hold back and completely exploded!
"That's enough! Baga... are you done yet? At noon, you already extorted twenty pieces of gold from us, and now you're still here!"
"It's hard to satisfy your desires, how shameless!"
Ronglu laughed at that time, "Oh...what about this thing? Why didn't I know? Who did you give it to? How did you give it to it?"
"Why should you give it to others but not me? Are you talking nonsense when you think I don't exist? I haven't even seen any gold slag, and you're still yelling at me?"
"Hehehe... You can let me go if you want me to, even if it's twenty pieces of gold, even if it's missing an edge, I'll let you go if you take it out!"
Shimazu Dalang said coldly, "It's impossible for us to go out with Jinshan on our backs. Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for us?"
"Hahaha... That's right, I just want to make things difficult for you. I can't stand it and you leave! Why are you burning the body here? Are you a bitch?"
