Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

On Flying Fox Ridge!

Zhao Gang walked to the front mountain site with heavy steps.

Seeing Zhao Gang approaching, the deputy commander-in-chief and Wu Qianli turned their heads to look at the same time.

"Zhao Zhengwei, has the issue of weapon distribution been settled?"

Zhao Gang shook his head: "The distribution of weapons is not over yet. Just now Battalion Commander Chen sent someone to send the news that all the remains of the brothers who died in the battle have been sorted out, and they will go to Gejia Village soon!"

Wu Qianli said solemnly: "Notify all the soldiers on the mountain to go to Gejia Village to welcome the hero back!"

"Yes!" Zhao Gang left in response.

The deputy commander frowned: "We also sacrificed a lot of comrades in this battle. Now that the war is over, we should indeed welcome them back."

"Forget it, since I'm here, I'll go with you!"

Wu Qianli nodded and rushed to Gejiazhuang with a group of soldiers soon after.

On the road leading to Gejia Village, tens of thousands of people gathered and stood on both sides, with serious expressions and sadness in their eyes.

These people are his comrades-in-arms who get along day and night, they are his Zepao brothers, but now they are separated from each other.

After hearing the news, the people along the way covered their faces and cried one by one, and followed them to Gejia Village for several miles.

Under the scorching sun and cold wind, Wu Qianli and others looked ahead in straight military uniforms.

Until a gunshot sounded, Wu Qianli and others immediately walked to the middle of the road.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Kuan and others showed up with a team. Every two soldiers carried a stretcher. The eyes of the soldiers on the stretchers were closed tightly, and their faces were stained red with blood, so that they couldn't tell their faces.

"Reporting to the head of the regiment, our army lost more than [-] people in this battle, and now we have recovered the remains of more than [-] soldiers!"

Chen Kuan shouted these numbers almost in a roar, and everyone's eyes were filled with tears at this moment.

Wu Qianli frowned and nodded: "How can a loyal man be buried with the Japanese pirates? The body of a strong man should return to its roots as fallen leaves."

"Brothers, go home!"

"Fire the gun to see off the brothers who died in battle!"

After Wu Qianli finished speaking, the soldiers standing in two rows immediately fired their guns at the sky.

Although the gunshots sounded like thunder, it was hard to hide the sadness in my heart.

Amidst the sound of gunfire, the team escorting the remains walked towards a fire scene outside Gejia Village with strides.

All the people wept along the way, and all the soldiers saluted.

The sound of crying enveloped the entire Gejia Village in an instant, and many people fell to their knees and covered their chests, calling out the names of their relatives.

Many of the soldiers who died this time were men from around Feihu Ridge. It didn't matter whose brother, husband or son he was.

At this moment, they all have only one identity, the Eighth Route Army soldiers who died gloriously, and the Chinese people who died for the country.

The fire site was not far from Gejia Village, which was originally a deserted land, but at Wu Qianli's request, a deep pit of over [-] square meters was dug.

The pit was filled with logs, which were doused with gasoline and hay.

"Fire the gun! Send the Heroic Spirit!"

Wu Qianli's voice fell, and the gunshots rang out again. The soldiers walked down the earthen steps into the deep pit one by one, and then placed the dead soldiers' bodies on the wood in an orderly manner.

After placing them neatly, Chen Kuan walked up to Wu Qianli and the deputy commander-in-chief to salute.

"Report to the deputy commander, report to the head of the regiment, all the remains of the soldiers have been placed!"

Wu Qianli nodded, turned around and took two torches, and handed one of them to the deputy commander.

The deputy commander nodded and walked slowly to the pit.

"Comrades, you fought this battle beautifully. You sacrificed for the people in Northwest Shanxi and for the whole of China."

"The Chinese people and everyone will remember you, you will not sacrifice in vain, and those who survive will inherit your will and spirit."

"We will fight devils harder until we create a Huaxia that is full of food, warm in clothes, well-fed for young and old-age, and where everyone can hold their heads high!"

Wu Qianli took a deep breath and shouted, "Brothers, have a good journey!"

"Go all the way!" All the soldiers shouted in unison.

Amid the farewell sounds of the soldiers, the deputy commander-in-chief and Wu Qianli threw the torches in their hands at the same time, and the fire ignited instantly.

The fire illuminated the sky, and let the soldiers who died in the battle get the best home.

The gunfire sounded again, Li Yunlong, Kong Jie and other soldiers immediately bowed their heads in silent tribute.

The fire burned for more than three hours, and everyone stood under the scorching sun for three hours.

Only after the flames were extinguished and only a tall pile of ashes remained in the pit would the surrounding warriors start covering.

The deputy commander in chief took a deep breath: "Since ancient times, countless soldiers have died on the battlefield, but very few of them can truly return to their roots."

"Although these sacrificed soldiers were not all from Northwest Shanxi, they were buried in the land of Huaxia after all."

Wu Qianli nodded: "Old soldiers don't die, they just wither. Although the body dies, its ambition will never die."

"This kind of funeral is still a bit crude for them."

The deputy commander nodded: "That's not bad, but unfortunately, that's all we can do."

Wu Qianli shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case, they are heroes, so they should enjoy the treatment of heroes."

"Deputy Commander, I plan to build a cemetery here to commemorate the soldiers who died in battle."

The deputy commander was taken aback for a moment, then nodded heavily: "I agree with this."

"Heroes should be treated exceptionally well, and a tombstone must be erected for future generations to commemorate."

"This is a tragic and tragic history, and it is also the years when we resisted the enemy. We can't just shed blood and tears, but also leave evidence of the existence of these soldiers."

"However, our conditions are limited. I'm afraid it's because we have more energy than we want."

Wu Qianli smiled and said: "These are not problems. I cheated a lot of money from Baldhead before, so it's not a problem to use it to build a cemetery."

"It's better to use his bald money than not to spend it on the right way."

The deputy commander-in-chief laughed: "I think so too."

"If one day we achieve a complete victory and drive the devils out of China, I will definitely raise my opinion with my superiors."

"No matter which soldiers died on the battlefield, we have to build a cemetery for them. This is an explanation."

Five thousand miles away, and then returned to Feihu Ridge with the troops.

After Wu Qianli left, the common people came forward to bow down one after another, and the eggs and steamed buns that they were reluctant to eat on weekdays were placed in front of the deep pit one after another.

People from countless other places came forward one after another. Young students put the flowers they picked in front of the pit and saluted like soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

The news that Wu Qianli was going to build a cemetery also spread along with the departure of these people, and the craftsmen in the nearby counties rushed towards Gejia Village one by one after hearing the news.

They don't need wages, all they want is to pay homage to these sacrificed soldiers in their own way!