Two thousand villagers wore black cloth clothes and thin-soled fast boots. Standing neatly in the courtyard of the Yun family's ancestral hall, opposite them stood a senior wearing a black coat and armor with a saber at his waist.

Some of them had broken arms, some were missing a leg, and they could only stand in the line on crutches. More people stood there with fine white clay altars in their hands, like javelins. Today is a big day, and it is the day when Yun's hometown bravely enters the ancestral hall.

A large banner with black characters on a red background was raised by a bear, fluttering in the cold wind. It's like being in the line of Lingwu, standing tall despite the storm and snow.

The dark scale armor reflected the jet-black light in the sunlight, and the villagers saluted in unison against the cloud-shaped banner. Some have one finger missing, some have two, and some have four. Their trauma shocked the recruits on the other side, and the steadfastness on their faces made them reverent.

In the center of the courtyard was a huge offering table with four hundred and twelve pairs of dishes and chopsticks. Four hundred and twelve bowls of white rice, four hundred and twelve bowls of Yun family's first steamed wine.

Yun Xiao was wearing plate armor all over his body, and the red helmet cherry blossoms on his head were flying in the cold wind. Each step makes a "click" sound of armor rubbing. Everyone held their breath and watched as Hou Ye walked to the front offering table and picked up a bowl of steamed wine.

"Brethren, today we welcome 2,000 new people. and send away four hundred and twelve brothers. The newcomers come from your hometown, and those who leave also come from your hometown. In the face of the fierce Huns, none of them flinched. They used the corpses of the enemy like mountains to achieve the martial soul of heaven and earth, and used their own blood to forge the military soul of the Han Dynasty. They are eligible to enjoy incense offerings to their children and grandchildren. Eligible to be buried in this martyr's shrine.

I, Yun Xiao, swear here, as long as the Yun family's incense continues. They will enjoy the blood and food offerings of the Yun family every year and welcome the worship of their descendants. May the heroic spirit not disperse in the sky, and bless me forever with the prosperity of the Han Dynasty. ”

Yun Xiao picked up the wine in front of him and respected the heavens and the earth.

"To the dead brothers, go on the road with peace of mind."

Yun Xiao drank the wine in the bowl.

Some people in the team began to sob, and more people wept silently. There are tears and silent crying, and the iron-blooded man who has been on the battlefield will not shed tears if he does not go to the sad place. Blood, sweat and tears have always been the creed of Yunxiao's army.

Sima Jizhu's apprentice blew the conch, and with the conch. Lord Sima Ji stood on the altar and jumped and jumped, holding a wooden sword in his hand and waving it in the air. He roared and roared like a madman.

The villagers quietly passed by the offering table. I took a bite of the rice in the bowl, then picked up the bowl and drained it in one gulp. He took the ashes of the robe and walked into the Martyrs' Shrine, where a shrine had been built according to the name. The columbarium is placed behind a stepped shrine, and the name of the deceased is engraved on a black-lacquered sandalwood tablet.

The whole ceremony was very solemn, and the villagers placed the ashes of the robes one by one in order. He saluted and turned to retreat. The ancestral hall of the Yun family was filled with green smoke. Every villager who walked out of the ancestral hall had to salute him. After all the ashes have been laid. Yun Xiao led the generals to kneel and bow.

Xiang Yong and the recruits were stunned, a nobleman like Yun Xiao didn't have to kneel even if he made a pilgrimage to Liu Qi. Now he actually knelt down to worship these inconspicuous soldiers, and all the villagers knelt down. They are to return the gift in their own robes.

Yun Xiao's three prostrations pushed the ritual of this sacrifice to a climax. The recruits stared, their faces flushed with the cold wind. The two fists were clenched tightly, and both hands began to turn white from too much force. These young little ones are envious of those who lie inside. I heard that the bereavement pension alone has 20 yuan and 50 pieces of silk cloth per person. What's more, after death, you can still get such an honor and accept the kneeling of a marquis.

Outside the Martyrs' Shrine, thousands of Hun girls knelt in the cold wind, and they wanted to kowtow to the infant spirits on behalf of their fathers and brothers. Under the club and the whip, they learned the etiquette very well. It's even better than the palace people in the court. The body was straight, and his hands were prostrate on the ground, and his forehead was heavily knocked on the back of his hands. Every Hun girl is meticulous, and the vicious townsman is watching with a whip, and if they find fault with it, the end will be miserable.

The ceremony of the chief is finally over, and there is the bow of the head of the family, the send-off of the robe, and the submission of the enemy. The dead should rest in peace, and Yun Xiao has fulfilled all their wishes.

The dead are satisfied, and now is the time for the living to be rewarded.

Xiang Yong's name was sung loudly according to his merits, and Canghu's big voice roared like a broken gong. Thirty people are a team, they can choose one of the more than 3,000 Hun girls to take away, and the time is a stick of incense. From then on, this Hun was his slave, and he could do whatever he wanted. It is the right of the victor to kill and kill all in his thoughts.

And behind Dai Yu is facing the silk cloth like a mountain and the copper coins like a sea, these belong to the villagers. After handing over their sabers, they will also receive their share of the farmland.

Townsfolk can keep their armor, but they can't keep their swords. The Great Han Law stipulates the number of armed guards, but does not stipulate the number of armored guards. If you don't take advantage of such a loophole, Yun Xiao thinks that it is simply intolerable.

These well-trained villagers are peacetime civilians, and in wartime, they can charge into battle as long as they wear fish-scale armor and issue weapons. Even if they quit the sequence of Xiangyong, they still have to return to the barracks every year. Pick up wooden swords and swords and train for a month, but then they don't have to serve as a servant.

As this qiē was carried out, the recruits were quietly watching. Those young Hun girls made their hearts pound, and those mountains of copper coins and silk cloths made them even more red-eyed. They've never seen so many copper coins when they're so big.

"Boys, look stupid. Train well, the Huns are still in us, and we still have a good fight. Remember that if you sweat a lot more in peacetime, you will shed a hundred times less blood in wartime. There is no skill on the battlefield to talk about, if you kill the enemy, you can live. Otherwise, you will be left with ashes and lie there, dead or alive. Don't get distracted during training and listen carefully to the explanations of veterans and instructors. They are all people who have come down from the battlefield, and those experiences can save your lives. ”

I don't know when, Yun Xiao has already walked to the front of their team. Seeing the fire-breathing eyes of the recruits, Yun Xiao patted them on the shoulders one by one, and explained to them the importance of training like a brother. (To be continued......)