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Using the strength of all the remaining men in this herdsman tribe, it took less than half a day to gather the bodies of the deceased scattered in the village and place them in one place. There were too many corpses, and they had no reason to continue to hesitate.
So after discussion, everyone decided to use cremation to complete the funeral and express their grief.
I saw Duan Xingang holding a torch and lighting a wooden frame made of firewood and cloth. This wooden frame was simply built by herdsmen using the remains of the village that had been destroyed by fire, just to allow the deceased members of the clan to The person goes there decently.
This very young and energetic foreign leader stood in front of everyone, led everyone to bow and salute, and said his eulogy in Xianbei dialect.
At that time, no herdsmen were immersed in sorrow, but this does not mean that they did not feel sorrow and pain.
Just pick a herdsman at random and observe carefully, and you will know that the scars, blood scabs, and dust all over their bodies indicate that they are warriors who have just escaped from the battle: pain and sorrow seem to be things that only exist in their companions, but for themselves , but this feeling has been numb for a long time.
The solemn eulogy created an atmosphere of great faith for this simple funeral, which was far from the almost violent cries when they returned to the village. At the funeral, everyone was very depressed, but such depression It doesn't make people feel depressed.
In the eyes of outsiders, even Bai Feng and Jingji, who did not understand the Xianbei language, could read some kind of emotion that was heavier and deeper than sadness. This emotion was subtle, somewhere between advancement and retreat.
When he was young, Duan Xing just finished the ceremony and slowly moved to Murong Yan's side. Seeing how meticulously this girl took care of the family's babies, he once again expressed his thanks and said: "Ms. Murong, Duan really cannot appreciate your kindness. Thanks."
"Brother Duan, what are you going to do in the future?" Murong Yan did not accept or reject the other party's gratitude. She turned to Duan Xingang and asked: "The village is in such a miserable state... Is it possible that you want to take revenge?"
When Duan Xingang saw Murong Yan supporting the baby to drink goat's milk, a smile flashed across her lips, but fell silent after a moment. Seeing his thoughtful look, Bai Feng and Jing Jie approached each other and greeted each other: "Brother Duan, are you okay?"
"Dear brothers, I'm fine." Duan Xingang continued to reply: "A few years ago, Duan's parents passed away, and I was the only one in the family. This time the traitor designed a temptation, and we were taken advantage of, and the gangster was able to Sneaking into the village and killing people wantonly, this is all my fault... My brothers and sisters, they are more sad than me."
Duan Xingang frowned and took another look at the cremation place, but saw that every herdsman who came forward to offer condolences was holding back tears and throwing what they considered the most precious things and tokens into the fire, placing them with the remains of the deceased. , I just hope that after death, I can use this token to recognize each other on the road to hell.
"This child, his father died heroically while chasing down the traitors." Duan Xingang took the baby from Murong Yan's arms, carefully considered the baby's appearance, and continued: "Ah, he looks so much like him 's father..."
Bai Feng thought that Duan Xingang was in grief, but just kept silent, so he asked: "Brother Duan, are the traitors you are chasing under the command of the Six Towns Allied Forces?"
"Well, they are outnumbered. If we want to take revenge, we will only hit the stone with eggs. But if we don't take revenge, what can we do?" Duan Xingang handed the child back to Murong Yan, and then took a few steps away from the others. As if he didn't want others to see his weak appearance: "The cattle, sheep, and goods were either snatched away or burned. The clan members died and were scattered... all because of Duan's desperate decision this time. If he couldn't To take revenge, I no longer have the face to face you."
"Go to Yuyi Town!" Bai Feng pointed in the direction of Yuyi Town and said with great solemnity: "Now only Yuyi Town in the whole north is still resisting the coalition forces, and the Central Plains court only wants two tigers to fight, and both sides will suffer. If you really want to resist the coalition forces, no one can take you in except Yuyi Town."
Duan Xing just heard this and suddenly felt refreshed and asked puzzledly: "Yuyi Town, where is that?"
"You know Yuyi Academy, right?" Jingjie would talk to him from time to time, saying, "Yuyi Academy welcomes many disciples, and many of them are herders."
"It seems that I have indeed heard of this name..." After Duan Xingang thought about it, he seemed to remember something. He looked at the three people in front of him with joy and asked, "Are you really traveling artists?"
Murong Yan replied bluffingly: "Yes, what's the matter?"
"Oh, Miss Murong, please stop lying. There are no traveling entertainers who would casually rescue a dying baby on the street. Most of them don't even care about themselves." Duan Xingang smiled and said as if he knew everything. : "Nothing about the benevolence and righteousness of these people is like that of a traveling artist. I have met you people. If you have any difficulties, you can just say it. If Duan can help, Duan will definitely be obliged to help you." "
Seeing that the other party was so cheerful, Bai Feng was naturally willing to confide in her heart: "To be honest with Brother Duan, we are about to go to Huaihuang Town to find a person named Liangping."
"Liangping?" Duan Xingang said: "I often go to Huaihuang Town to sell woolen fabrics. I seem to have heard of such a person... Guys, please wait a moment."
After saying that, Duan Xingang took the baby from Murong Yan's arms and walked straight to the tribe. He was talking eloquently, and after saying a few words, he handed the short knife at his waist, which symbolized power, to a man who knelt in front of him, and at the same time handed the baby into his hands.
This person took over the important task, walked to Murong Yan with the child in his arms, knelt down on the ground, and then said a few words with tears in his eyes.
Bai Feng and Jing Jie didn't understand the Xianbei language, so naturally they couldn't understand it, but they could both see the future and hope in the resolute eyes of the new leader of the tribe.
Later, Duan Xingang asked for three pieces of herdsmen's clothing from the tribe, came to Bai Feng, Murong Yan, and Jingji, and said: "You three, in this day and age, no travelers would want to travel to the north. "We, the herdsmen, are the only ones who would take the risk of wandering on the front lines and seeking refuge with various forces."
The three people soon understood and went to the hidden places to put on new clothes. Murong Yan wore a particularly fitting woolen felt hat and cashmere dress, which happened to belong to the mother of the surviving baby. According to Duan Xingang, this is the first time a warrior gives a small gift to a mother as a father.
There are many more stories about little people, and this is just one of the wonderful fates.
Duan Xingang reluctantly said goodbye to his people. The people also understood the guilt in his heart, so they did not stop him. As a person who had just left the tribe, he led three "new herdsmen" on the road to Huaihuang Town until night, when they arrived in the city to rest.
