On the second day, Shang Bing held a grand ceremony to mourn the fallen soldiers and a celebration banquet.

Early in the morning, all those who survived the battle of Igo City, whether ordinary people or soldiers of the guard, old people and women, poured out of their homes and came to the place where the ceremony of mourning for the fallen was held.

Many of them were waiting here with one, or several tablets, with red, swollen eyes.

At the beginning of the hour, Shang Bing climbed the temporary high platform, saw the wounded soldiers standing under him wrapped in moon-white gauze, and saw the tablets held in the arms of women or old people, he couldn't help but wet his eyes, and after a while, he got better, and reviewed the things of guarding Yiwu these days with a slightly sad voice, and mentioned the soldiers who died during this time many times, and his voice was choked and couldn't speak.

The people standing in the audience had long been crying silently, crying. From the guards who came in advance led by Wu Jie, naturally every general flag and even the small banner had people killed, and even some of the hundreds of households all died for the country's loyalty, and most of the soldiers in the guards were close to each other, and when they heard Shang Bing's words, they suddenly remembered their relatives, friends and robes who had died, and couldn't help crying; The local guards and ordinary people were even more dead and wounded, and they couldn't cry themselves, and some even fainted from crying.

Even the soldiers of the Central Plains Guard, who were responsible for maintaining order in the surroundings, couldn't help but sigh when they heard Shang Bing's words and saw the people crying around them.

After a long while, Shang Bingcai reviewed the matter intermittently, and said loudly: "The soldiers of the Shaanxi Metropolitan Division and the Shaanxi Xingdu Division, the dead will be awarded a first-class medal, and the injured and disabled, the injured and disabled will be awarded a second-class medal. ”

"Each of them will be rewarded with ten taels of silver, and a cow will be rewarded."

Hearing this, Ji Xi, who was watching from the sidelines, raised his head: What a generous handwriting! Of the 70,000 soldiers, 50,000 of whom were killed in battle, and the rest were wounded, which is equivalent to a reward of nearly 700,000 taels of silver and 70,000 head of cattle at one time! Silver is enough, where does he have so many cattle in his hands now?

Of course, Shang Bing did not stop to explain where his ox came from, and continued: "The soldiers of Yiwu City are all lonely people, and all those who die in battle in their families will be promoted to one level and rewarded with three zhang of silk and satin, except for a medal, ten taels of silver, and one ox. ”

"The people of Yiwu City will be rewarded with 50 acres of fertile land for each family, and they will not have to pay taxes for five years."

After talking about the bereavement, he finally said: "But Gu knows that no amount of reward can make up for the pain of the death of the soldiers' relatives, clansmen, friends, and robes. ”

And all this is because of the Western captives Timur led his troops to the east. It was he who ordered the siege of the city, causing the soldiers to die. Seeing my Ming soldiers dying one by one under the knife of the Western Emperor, their lonely hearts were like knives, and they couldn't wait to eat their flesh and sleep their skin. ”

"Lone swears here that he must defeat the Western Prisoners, capture Timur alive, and avenge the Ming soldiers who died in battle!"

"Revenge!" Those present were incited by him, and many shouted loudly with red eyes. There were even soldiers from the Central Plains Guard who came to maintain order and shouted loudly together. For a long time, the Ming court and officials at all levels have smeared and publicized the Tianfang Sect, coupled with their family feud during this period of time, so that everyone has hated Samarkand to the core.

After inciting hatred for Samarkand for a while, Shang Bing announced the official start of the memorial to the souls of the dead.

Shang Bing descended from the high platform and led the guards through the crowd to the north gate of the city.

After a while, he walked out of the north gate, walked to the foot of a hill more than ten zhang high in five miles outside the north gate, and together with Song Sheng and others, he held up a stone tablet and slowly placed it on the base that had been placed on the ground. The stele is engraved with four big characters: Wan'an Cemetery.

After that, there was a mournful music that condensed melancholy, but there were no gongs and drums, and there were no mantras humming by monks and Taoists, and everyone present seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, and all of them held their breath and looked ahead.

Suddenly, a cry sounded in the sky, and with this sound, the mourning music that had been playing also stopped. The guards of the Qin Palace's palace lined up in a neat line, carrying a coffin in groups of four, and two drummers led the way into the cemetery. The soldiers' boots pounded on the freshly paved path, and they walked slowly forward to the slow beat of drums. Suddenly, everyone present felt a strong sense of mourning and sorrow, and the atmosphere was so strong that it was almost suffocating.

When the men came to a grave that had been dug up, they gently lowered the coffin and placed it in the grave.

"Raise the gun, let it go!" With this order, hundreds of musketeers standing at the very edge of the cemetery raised their firearms at the same time to shoot at the air, and the crisp sound lingered on the hillside, and there was silence all around. In the silence, the mourning music slowly sounded again, and the ministers of the Qin clan walked to the tomb with the mourning music Shang Bing and the ministers of the Qin domain, picked up the shovel and began to cover the earth.

"At the moment of death, their souls have ascended into the Western Elysium." Master Fang Sheng, the presiding officer of the Yiwu Thousand Buddha Temple, said with a solemn face: "The Buddha is welcoming them in the Elysian World. Here we say goodbye to his body, whose spirits watch us from heaven......"

Countless people at the scene were moved to tears. Those whose relatives died in the battle were even more excited. Even the soldiers from the Zhongyuan Guard who were watching could realize that this was buying people's hearts, and they were moved and couldn't help but wipe the corners of their eyes.

Even the Mongols, Xifan, and Jurchens, who could not understand Chinese, were infected by this atmosphere, and their original expressions of indifference had long since converged, and they took off their hats and looked at all this solemnly.

Immediately, the soldiers of the Central Plains Guard, who had been arranged long ago, carried the rest of the coffins into the cemetery for burial. The men were still grumbling when they were chosen to do this, and many shouted that they must pretend to slip their feet and let the coffin fall to the ground, but they all walked forward with tense faces and vocal music.

Many people looked at the coffin that was being covered with Shang Bing's own hands with envy. This is a prince who personally covered the earth for these little soldiers, and even he would not dare to dream of such a dream.

"This, it's not polite!" Ai Su, who came with him to serve as a grain and grass officer, couldn't help but say.

"What about indecency?" Si Chengtang beside him said enviously: "If there is such a thing when I die, there will be a prince who will bury my coffin for me and die without regrets." ”

Together with the people who died in the war, a total of more than 80,000 people died in the war, and all of these people had to be buried in the cemetery, Rao mobilized thousands of soldiers, carried thousands of coffins in the cemetery at a time, and the public sacrifice and burial ceremony was also carried out for more than half a day, until the end of the afternoon.

At the end of the ceremony, all the people were very tired, not only physically, but also because the qi that had supported them during this period was released, and they felt exhausted all over their bodies. At the same time, the sadness in the hearts of the soldiers and the people also lightened, and they supported each other to return to the inner city.

Shang Bing was also very tired. He had just covered more than 300 coffins in a row, and although someone shared the burden, he kept waving the shovel in his hand, and both arms hurt at this time.

But he can't rest yet. After the public sacrifice, he had another thing to do. Shang Bing put down the shovel in his hand, and said to the guards while moving his arms: "Call all the generals of more than 100 households and the soldiers who have made great contributions during this period of time to go to the palace of Lonely." ”

The guards led the way. Shang Bing moved his arm for a while and got into the carriage.

After a while, he returned to his palace and walked into the main hall, and the generals who were talking to each other inside suddenly stopped talking and bowed to him and said, "The minister has seen His Royal Highness, Chitose Chitose Chitose!" ”

"All of you are exempt." Shang Bing said: "You are all great heroes who defend Yiwu City, it is only right that Lone has to bow to you, how can you still let you bow to Lone?" ”

"Sticking to Yiwu City is the responsibility of the ministers, how can it be such a word for His Highness?" The voices of the crowd were not uniform, but they uttered almost the same words.

They are different from those ordinary soldiers and ordinary people just now, they are all people who mix in the officialdom, although they have the same thoughts as ordinary people at the most critical moment in Yiwu City, but now that time has passed, of course they can't take credit in the face of His Highness.

Shang Bing smiled silently. He just talked too much, and now he can talk less and talk less. So he then said succinctly: "No matter what, you have all made great contributions to the defense of Yiwu City, and Lone has always been rewarded for meritorious deeds, and you must be punished for your mistakes, how can you not be rewarded?" Then he raised his voice slightly and said, "Song Sheng stepped forward to listen." ”

Song Sheng took a step forward, and heard a eunuch open a royal decree and say: "Song Sheng, the left minister of the Qin Domain, commanded the soldiers to stick to Yiwu City this time, and made outstanding achievements, and rewarded ten silk horses, a slanted pearl, and ten horses. In the future, as long as Song Xiang is in the Qin Domain, he will eat a pin. ”

He also said: "His Royal Highness also rewarded Song Xiang with a pair of handwritten books, with four characters written on it: loyalty and bravery." His Royal Highness also said that he did not have the right to confer the title of Song Xiang, but he had asked His Majesty to be crowned the hereditary Marquis of Song Xiang. However, His Royal Highness has the right to add a hereditary official position and give Song Xiang a hereditary commander. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness." Song Sheng immediately knelt down and said.

After that, he successively rewarded other generals who made meritorious contributions. Among them, Song Hu got the official position of a hereditary commander, which attracted the envy of everyone. Even if Song Sheng couldn't be made a marquis, their family would have three hereditary commanders, which was not much worse than a title. What's more, there is a chance that the emperor will agree to be knighted, and the Song family will make a lot of money this time.

After everyone was rewarded, Shang Bing finally said: "This is just a reward for all the soldiers to defend Yiwu City this time, and after defeating the soldiers of the Western Prisoners, Lone will also be rewarded for meritorious deeds." I hope that all the soldiers will make persistent efforts and make great contributions. ”

"If anyone can capture or kill Timur alive, leave him alone as a duke!"

"Yes, Your Highness." Everyone agreed in unison.