Chapter 122 Martyrs' Cemetery

The next day, when Liu Xia and Kou Baimen woke up, Liu Xia did not accompany Kou Baimen for long, so she got up and arranged a few words to the maid and hurriedly left.

Because today is the day when the soldiers are buried, Liu Xia must appear, and there is also a big appearance.

The cemetery has been selected, and the bodies of all the soldiers were covered with a yellow dragon flag on a black background for the soldiers to carry them to be buried.

In the hall of Pingbei Bofu, Wang En took two steps forward and said, "General, now the cemetery is ready to bury the bodies of the soldiers at any time. Although the monument and the hall have not been built yet, those tombs have been planned."

Liu Xia said happily, "That's good. The bodies of the soldiers can't be exposed in the air for too long, and now they can only wrong them first. It is ordered that all the soldiers except the Luoyang inspectors and defenders will go to the cemetery in the northern suburbs of Luoyang today.

"Yes!" All the soldiers below shouted in unison.

By the third quarter, Liu Xia had already rode a horse and led most of it to the cemetery in the northern suburbs of Luoyang. Liu Xia, who was still following all the Hubei Regiment, the Guard Regiment, the Wolf Xiao Regiment, the Lion Regiment, the Eagle Camp and so on in Luoyang City. The bodies of the 232 warriors who died in the battle were carried by more than 600 soldiers. Walking in the middle of the army.

The feng shui of the cemetery chosen by Wang En is really good, but Liu Xia, a person who doesn't know feng shui, can't help but feel comfortable when he sees it. Luoyang is originally a place of rejuvenation, in the world. Luoyang Mountain is a treasure of feng shui. In ancient times, it was born in Suzhou and Hangzhou and buried in Beibei. This Beiqi is Luoyang Qishan.

There are a large number of tombs of ancient nobles and emperors in Luoyang, and there are countless funeral objects, and underground cultural relics can be said to be everywhere. Therefore, there are also a large number of grave robbers who come here to rob tombs. In ancient times, even the suburbs of Luoyang in the 21st century were also full of tomb robbers.

This martyr cemetery covers an area of 80 hectares, about 1,000 mu of land, and the area is not small. Of course, Liu Xia knows that there will be a large number of deaths in the war in the future, and this more than 1,000 mu of land may not be enough.

"Is this the cemetery you chose? Yes, it's really good." Liu Xia couldn't help admiring.

At this time, there have been many gathered exiles on the cemetery. Part of the wall of the cemetery has been built, and more than 300 tombs have been dug in the cemetery, and more than 300 tombstones have been written on the tombstones. Just wait for the dead soldiers to be buried in it.

Many soldiers saw the scene of the cemetery and the plan for the cemetery in the future. In their eyes, they all envy those dead brothers. Only the soldiers who died in the battle are qualified to move in this cemetery, and the highest figure will come to worship during the Qingming Festival. What a great honor! This is what a real soldier should do after death.

"This will be my place to settle down in the future!" An ordinary sergeant among the thousands of soldiers looked at the now desolate cemetery and said firmly.

A sergeant next to him said with some laughter, "Do you still want to be buried here?" Don't you know that this is the place where real warriors can be buried? We are just subordinates of the Logistics Department, and we are not qualified to be buried here.

The sergeant retorted, "How can you say that? Aren't the personnel of the logistics department also soldiers? Humph, I'll apply for transfer to the combat unit in a few days.

"Come on, come on, for a cemetery, do you joke about your own life? There is no difference between dead and buried. You know that you are on the battlefield, and your life is not in danger anyway in the logistics department.

"Hmm, the sparrow knows the ambition of Honghu! I won't tell you that you don't have the soul of a soldier at all. What a great honor it is that a soldier lives for war, dies for war, and can be worshipped by a general after death? The honor of soldiers is above everything else.

"I don't understand what kind of honor you have. You haven't been to the battlefield before. How cruel the war is. Do you still want to go? Anyway, there can be a stable place in the logistics department. Get a house in Luoyang City, marry a wife, and then give birth to a few big fat boy to pass on from generation. It's better than training in the barracks every day. I don't even have a home, and I have to worry about whether I can come back every time I fight.

"Brother Zhang, you don't have to say more. We are different and don't plan. I have made up my mind that the battlefield is suitable for me. This cemetery will definitely have me in the end!"

At this time, the Pingbei army song began to sound in the cemetery, and a very large Pingbei army flag and a yellow dragon flag with a black background slowly rose in the center of the cemetery.

When the music fell and the flag was raised, Liu Xia shouted, "Burial!"

Then the hundreds of soldiers solemnly walked to the cemetery with 300 soldiers, step by step.

All the soldiers are serious, and some are seriously in tears. Many people there used to fight and laugh with them, but now they are separated from each other.

"Stepping"

Six hundred soldiers carrying the fallen soldiers walked neatly to the tomb.

The scene was very quiet, and no one spoke. Although tears flowed from the eyes of some soldiers, none of them wiped their eyes with their hands. I'm afraid that the bodies of the former comrades-in-arms disappeared at the moment they wiped their eyes. They wanted to look at them again for the last time. Even now the dead soldiers are covered with military flags.

Tears have now become the main theme here.

In such a scene, Liu Xia couldn't help bursting into tears.

As the saying goes, men don't cry easily, but that's not sad.

These soldiers died for herself, and Liu Xia felt a little guilty. Liu Xia vowed to let them sleep peacefully. As long as his descendants were still there for a day, their worship would be indispensable.

"Burial!"

With an order, the six hundred well-trained soldiers put the remains of their comrades-in-arms into the masonry tomb that had been built overnight.

Then they came back neatly, and they didn't have to do the next thing. There were temporary summoning of exiles around the tomb who were responsible for burial.

At this time, the thousands of soldiers went to wipe their eyes, especially the soldiers of the Hu Ben Camp, who were the most sad. After all, their regiment has the largest number of people who have died, with more than 300 people. After so many battles, the feelings of comrades-in-arms are not more favored than family affection. What's more, most people in the army have no relatives, so this friendship has completely replaced the existence of family affection.

"Lao Li, don't worry, there is also Tomb-sweeping Day on August 29 every year. I will come to see you and give you incense. When I have a child, I will definitely let them recognize their godfather."