Five days after the end of the war, in Zunhua on August 9, there were many things left for the remaining Ming army. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Zhu Cihong's joy, he still had to face a large number of miscellaneous chores. In this regard, Zhu Cihong has a good attitude and deals with them one by one.

These general affairs are first divided into two categories, the first is the backlog of government affairs in the capital that requires Zhu Cihong's personal nod. The other is the military affairs of the empire.

Of course, the most important thing is military affairs, and military affairs are roughly divided into three categories. One is the aftermath of the battlefield, the other is the reward and punishment, and the last is the next strategic planning.

The matters of strategic planning can be put aside, the matters of rewards and punishments are already being intensively recorded by the Privy Council, and various rewards can be carried out when they return to Beijing.

What needs to be dealt with immediately is the aftermath of the battlefield.

The Daming Army Hospital, which was transferred from Beijing, has arrived, and the recruited civilians have also cleaned up the battlefield with masks and distributed isolation gowns.

The dead were quickly burned, their comrades awaited burial, and the wounded were naturally diverted to various places and treated in the marching hospitals that were requisitioned everywhere.

When the urgent matters were dealt with, Zhu Cihong made a request to Ni Yuanlu: "I need half a day, arrange it for me." I ......"

Zhu Cihong paused, sighed lightly, and said, "I want to pay tribute to Xu Qing." ”

When Ni Yuanlu heard this, he immediately understood Zhu Cihong's plan, sighed softly, and said, "Yes, Holy Lord, I will change the Holy Lord's arrangement." After half an hour, the Holy One can arrange it. But...... In this case, Wechen has a suggestion. The saint can be changed to three days later, and the aftermath on the battlefield in these two days can probably be dealt with. Now that the number of soldiers who died in battle has been roughly counted, except for a small number of missing ones who are still to be investigated, the aftermath of most of the martyrs who died in battle has been arranged. In this way, a memorial service for the dead can be held in three days. ”

Zhu Cihong agreed.

Three days later, north of Shimen Town, in the morning, Zhu Cihong got off the carriage.

This is the Eastern Tomb of the Qing Dynasty in later generations, and it is also the place where it has been changed by Zhu Cihong into the cemetery of the fallen martyrs of the empire.

It is located in the north of Shimen Town, west of Malanyu Guanxi, and 30 kilometers west of Zunhua City, which is a rare feng shui treasure. There is Changrui Mountain in the north to do the back such as Jinping Cui Tent, there is Venus Mountain in the south to do the dynasty such as holding the Wat Dynasty, there is the shadow wall mountain in the middle to do the book case can be relied on, there is the east to take off and fall back to the mountain such as the green dragon lying down, there is the Huanghua Mountain in the west like the white tiger dominant, the east and west two big rivers are surrounded like two jade belts, the hall surrounded by the mountains is vast and open, graceful and unhurried, it can be said that the land is perfect, the scenery is natural, and the king is lush.

Of course, the so-called royal spirit Zhu Cihong doesn't care. What he cares about is to give a good feng shui, so that the soldiers can go to another world with dignity and dignity.

"The place where the main force of Jiannu is buried, and the place where the emperor of the Qing Dynasty is buried in later generations...... It is fitting to bury my soldiers now. Zhu Cihong thought about it in his heart and saw the soldiers of the Guards Legion who came with him.

They did not come to escort, when Zhu Cihong was about to carry out the post-war memorial, the honor guards drawn from various combat units attended in military uniforms. On everyone's arm, a black cloth ring is tied neatly.

The same is true of Zhu Cihong's body.

Waiting here is Wang Jimo, the governor of Xuanfu, Wang Jimo is an old-school official who is very proficient in etiquette, and this time Wang Jimo held a memorial ceremony.

"Holy Lord, according to your arrangement, the last general has already written the inscription, and the craftsman has finished building it overnight, please unveil it." Wang Jimo whispered, and Zhu Cihong looked at a monument at the entrance of the cemetery.

Zhu Cihong pulled open the black cloth covering it.

With a bang, the typing of several pens and snakes was revealed.

"The martyrs of the empire are immortal!"

Syllable......

Zhu Cihong pressed his fists on his chest, and the soldiers behind him raised their heads and chests, and gave a solemn military salute in unison.

Behind the monument, small boxes contain the clothes of the fallen soldiers. This battle was the most tragic battle for the Guards Corps since its formation.

Not only did the regimental-level General Lang die in the first time, from the captain to the small flag, there were countless losses, and the entire martyrs' cemetery was full of small black boxes. Because of the large number of people, the army did not even have time to burn the ashes one by one in a hurry.

Cremation, which is an innovation in military funerals. At first, some soldiers were not happy, thinking that at this time, the bones were scattered. But soon they changed their attitude.

This was not only due to the need to save arable land and hygiene, but also the fact that the military always attached great importance to funerals, so that it was clear that cremation was more expeditious and appropriate.

This time, Zhu Cihong came. He walked to Xu Yanqi's tombstone and stood for a long time.

He stared at the tombstone, as if he saw the fallen Xu Yanqi standing up after seeing Zhu Cihong coming, and saluted a standard military salute.

"Minister Xu Yanqi salutes His Majesty the Emperor! Your Majesty, our Flying Bear Regiment fought a bloody battle to build a slave with a white flag, and the last general captured the chief Ying Ordai with a sword, and did not disgrace Your Majesty! It is...... Your Majesty, did I win the war? It was as if in the dark, a voice came to my ears.

Zhu Cihong's eyes suddenly moistened, he looked at the tombstone in front of him, and the scene of Xu Yanqi's salute in his mind did not disperse for a long time.

Everything in the past seems to be vivid, and I can't stop recalling it.

That year was the fifteenth year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Cihong rushed into the battlefield of Kaifeng with the new army of Shandong Town, and in that great emergency, Xu Yanqi rushed into the battle array with the proud ghost head broadsword.

In that battle, Zhu Cihong did not forget the scene of Xu Maniac dancing with a big knife that could not be splashed into the water. In that battle, Xu Yanqi's participation stabilized the battle situation and laid the foundation for the later victory. Zhu Cihong did not forget. Later, Xu Yanqi got the first special banner for the new army: the Flying Bear Battalion.

Later, the Flying Bear Battalion became the Flying Bear Regiment and fell into the town of Deer as a vanguard. Zhu Cihong did not forget the robe and personally led the reinforcements, so that the Flying Bear Regiment changed from a dead chess to a dead chess and turned the tide of the battle. At that time, Xu Yanqi was already seriously injured. After that, he followed the army of Duoduo all the way, and was besieged again......

Countless memories poured out, which suddenly made Zhu Cihong's heart burst with pantothenic acid, and he couldn't help but have red eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Qing! We won, we won! I have avenged you, Duoduo is dead, Handai, the successor of Ingordai, is dead, Ahsan with the white flag is dead, and Turai with the yellow flag has surrendered! We won! Our Daming ...... Won! ”

"All of them!" At this time, Wang Jimo said: "Shoot!" ”

Bang bang bang......

Countless soldiers put empty guns into the sky, and when Zhu Cihong's sentence was won and shouted, Liu Quan couldn't help but burst into tears, and the flag in his hand slashed: "Salute and comfort the soldiers in the spirit of the sky!" ”

Immediately, sixteen salutes from the artillery battalion roared in unison.

Knock knock knock......

"Soldiers, don't worry. Our Da Ming will be even stronger! Ni Yuanlu muttered: "We have already done part of it now, and in the future, we will not fall behind!" (To be continued.) )