The autumn sky is as clear as blue. Under the cloudless sky, snow-white raindrops fell from time to time, and the waves rolled and splashed...
It was the scene of white paper money being continuously thrown in the air, and the sound of countless teardrops dripping onto the loess until the pieces of loess turned into mud.
"Wu Yasu-kun!"
"Wu Yasu-kun!"
The shouts of crying and screaming resounded in the sky and the earth in front of Hangu Pass.
Hangu Pass! Needless to say, the key place where Qin Guodong came out was heavily defended. It is said that it was still wartime at this time. Even in normal times, only the side door or even the small door would be opened to let the people in and out. Only when the army was setting off. , the main door will be opened wide, even when the king comes in person.
But, today, the main entrance, the side entrance, and the small entrance are all open at the same time! It’s not for anything else, just for their Wu’an Lord’s soul to return to his hometown.
On the city tower, the Qin army in black clothes and armor had disappeared, replaced by soldiers in white clothes. Even the spears of the killing weapon were tied with white ribbons.
The city gate, which was not originally very lively, was now even more silent, with only the occasional sob breaking the air that had condensed into ice.
However, if you look over the closed door, you will see that from ten miles before the closed door to the streets within the city, ten miles away, there are already people kneeling on the street, all wearing plain clothes and wearing white belts around their waists. Roughly counting, there are no less than tens of thousands of people.
Ten miles away, faint cries could be heard. Hundreds of thousands of Qin troops, all of whom were naked, sent back their Lord Wu'an with their most solemn ceremony - who had led them in bloodbath for decades. The Wu'an Lord, the Wu'an Lord who fought thousands of miles for the country, and the Wu'an Lord who sacrificed his own life for the peace of the three armies.
Woo hoo......
Outside the Shili Pavilion, the imperial musicians had already played the mournful song for the soul to return to its hometown.
In the sobbing tune, a tall old man wearing a black dragon robe and a nine-pin crown stands on the road. Who else could he be if he wasn't the King of Qin Ying Ji? And the gorgeous clothes and crown are the ceremonial clothes worn only during the great festival of the country.
Obviously, the King of Qin wanted to welcome the return of his "hero" of Qin with the highest standards. Even if this "hero" has just been defeated and died, even if this "hero" has not completed the mission entrusted by the empire, even if because of this "hero", Qin has just lost hundreds of thousands of troops, plus two strategic pieces. Important land.
But this still can't change Bai Qi's becoming a hero.
Wearing a gorgeous outfit is the greatest recognition and praise for Bai Qi in his life. But in those still sharp eyes, the moment they saw the returning army, a trace of hope and confusion flashed unconsciously, but it was quickly replaced by infinite perseverance.
"Welcome!" the etiquette officer on the side sang loudly.
Everyone except the old man suddenly knelt down and grabbed the ground with their heads. Their cries instantly shook the heaven and the earth.
Even the courtesy officer's voice was trembling: "Jun Wu An, come back to your country."
"Wu Yasu-kun!"
"Wu Yasu-kun!"
Heart-piercing calls were heard again on both sides of the road.
At the front of the Qin army, a small path soon branched out. Fan Sui, the Prime Minister of Qin, was walking at the front, holding a wooden box with white ashes in his hand. General Wang Lu of Qin was walking at the front, holding a bright silver helmet. On Fan Sui's right rear side, Qin General Sima Cuo, holding a long sword in both hands, walked slowly on Fan Sui's left rear side.
The three people with the highest civil and military rank in the Qin State held Bai Qi's bones and relics in their hands, and slowly walked towards the old man in the middle of the road amid mournful joy and infinite shouts.
"My king!" The three of them bowed down in unison: "Jun Wu An, come back."
After saying that, the three of them raised the bones and relics in their hands, but their heads were lowered deeply.
In an instant, the old man in power seemed to have aged another ten years. With trembling hands, he gently rubbed the helmet, armor, and sword that Bai Qi once wore. In the end, he was reluctant to leave, but he had to return to the wooden box containing the ashes.
As soon as he touched the wooden box, King Qin suddenly withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted. His eyes were already filled with tears, and there was a scene of conversation in the court hall.
The scene, the scene of Bai Qi analyzing the battle situation in detail in the court hall, waving the long sword, and his heroic appearance, appeared in front of his eyes one by one.
"rise!"
All kinds of reluctance finally turned into a short word!
It was both an order to the three of them and a call to Bai Qi's soul.
Behind them, a coffin carried by 128 people slowly appeared in front of the three people. According to etiquette, the three people stood up and put Bai Qi's bones and relics into it one after another.
However, the three people in front of King Qin did not get up.
Fan Sui, the leader, immediately said in his hoarse voice: "To my king, Lord Wu'an has ordered that his body be buried with the party and his body should be returned to his homeland in powder form."
Behind him, Wang Hao gritted his teeth and continued: "War armor, protect the descendants."
"Sword, kill the enemy!" Sima Cuo almost burst into tears.
"The broken body was buried in the party, and the body was returned to the homeland in powder. The armor protected the descendants, and the sword killed the enemy!" King Qin muttered to himself, his hands unconsciously stroking the not too delicate wooden box over and over again. .
Naturally, these four short sentences were heard by the surrounding ministers of the Qin State. The emotion and sadness in their hearts were clearly visible on their faces, and tears flowed down their faces consciously or unconsciously.
After a long time, King Qin finally collected his emotions and slowly uttered one word: "Accurate."
The ceremonial officer on the side immediately announced to everyone in a loud voice: "Mr. Wu An's last orders: Bury your body with the party, and return to your homeland in powder form. Protect your descendants with your armor, and kill the enemy with your sword!"
The king said: Accurate! "
All the subjects of the Qin State burst into tears after hearing the death of Lord Wu'an conveyed by the Taoist officials.
Lord Wu An, Bai Qi, really dedicated everything he had to the Qin country he loved. Even his last relics were intended to serve the Qin army again.
But unfortunately, such a hero... the tears immediately fell down again.
Just when the ceremony officer was singing Wu Anjun's death, King Qin stopped Fan Sui who was about to put Bai Qi's urn into the coffin. Just when Fan Sui was confused, there was a sudden light in his hand.
King Qin carefully took the wooden box from Fan Sui's hand with both hands, turned around, and walked towards the coffin - King Qin personally delivered it into the coffin. How lucky Bai Qi was!
"Mr. Wu An, your spirit has returned!" The ceremony officer was startled for a moment, and then he became very excited, and there was even a sense of pride in the roll call.
This is Qin! This is Qin! A country that everyone is willing to die for! If Zhao Kuo in the prison car saw this scene, would he regret not surrendering directly to Qin?
The ashes are laid down and the coffin is covered!
"Jun Wu'an, let's go!" the ceremony officer sang loudly again.
But at this moment, a jaw-dropping scene happened again...
