In the rebuilding city of Luoyang, the streets were crowded with people on both sides, and everyone straightened their necks and looked towards the end of the street. Some of them, who were shorter than the others and couldn't see the end of the street, stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks, trying to see more clearly.

Standing in front of the people were heavy infantry armed with shields and swords. Each heavy infantry wore a long white silk around his waist. The white silk and the red robe complement each other, adding a bit of might to them.

However, the faces of all the officers and soldiers were full of sorrow.

A procession slowly drove out of the palace and marched along the street towards the newly built Tomb of the Martyrs.

Walking at the front of the team was Liu Wei who was holding a tray. On the tray in Liu Wei's hand, there was a wooden box with exquisite workmanship, and next to the wooden box was a new set of scale armor.

The cooked copper helmet resting on the scale armor, the red tassels are dyed like blood, and under the sunlight, the red is so dazzling and the red is so bright.

Deng Zhan held the unsheathed long sword, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and walked with a solemn face. Every step he took was as if he had a heavy stone tied to his feet, and it was extremely difficult.

Behind Deng Zhan were the dragoon guards lined up in four rows and posing in a long array. All the dragoons wore long white silk around their waists, like the officers and soldiers guarding the roadside.

The feathers on their helmets have been replaced, and the golden feathers reflect a dazzling luster in the sunlight, highlighting the difference of this team.

The two rows of dragoons walking in the middle, each holding a tray in their hands like Liu Bian. However, the trays they were holding were larger, and on each tray were placed two delicate wooden boxes and two sets of brand-new officers and soldiers' armor.

The two rows of dragoons on the outside are holding shields in their left hands, protecting them on their chests, and holding long swords in their right hands, the tip of which is pointed obliquely to the ground, with neat and heavy steps, following behind Liu Wei and marching towards the Tomb of the Martyrs.

Behind the line of dragoons was a long line of heavy infantry. The heavy infantrymen with white silk tied around their waists all held round shields in their hands, and they did not protect the round shields on their chests, but held them in their hands to block their forearms. The Pu knife held in the other hand was like a dragoon guard officer walking outside, the tip of the knife pointed to the ground, and he followed the team with a solemn face.

Liu Wei led the team to walk by, and the eyes of the officers and soldiers and ordinary people on the side of the street followed his back. The officers and men stood as tall as a pine, and their feet seemed to have taken root, and they could not move. The people who were blocked by the officers and soldiers followed the team like a tide and ran towards the Martyrs' Mausoleum.

Although the weather was not very hot, the bodies of Hu Cai and others could not be preserved. As soon as Liu Wei returned to Luoyang that day, he ordered the construction of the Martyrs' Mausoleum immediately, wanting to bury Hu Cai and others before their bodies decomposed.

The so-called Tomb of the Martyrs is just a dirt slope full of green trees and green grass in the city, surrounded by a high fence, and many tombs have been excavated on the slope.

The construction of the Martyrs' Mausoleum did not take much time, and it was soon completed, but the bodies of Hu Cai and others had begun to rot and stink before that.

In desperation, Liu Wei had no choice but to order that Hu Cai and others be cremated one by one, and let the carpenter make many small boxes like urns to hold the ashes of Hu Cai and others.

In the tray held by Liu Wei and the officers and soldiers of the Dragoon Guard, there was a small box containing the ashes.

In the southeast corner of the city, the soil slope of the martyr's tomb was built, and a bluestone path was artificially dug out. The path winds its way down the slope to the greenery of the hillside.

The officers and soldiers of Yu Linwei, under the leadership of Zhao Yun, had already formed a long line on both sides of the path.

Every officer and soldier of the Yulin Guard maintained a posture of staring straight ahead. Their swords were unsheathed, the tips pointed diagonally to the ground. The sun shone on the long sword in their hands, and the sword body glowed with a cold light, making people feel a burst of killing in their faces if they got closer.

Holding the tray with the small box and battle armor, Liu Wei walked slowly up the hill and walked through the path between the officers and soldiers of the Yulin Guard.

The team of dragoons followed Liu Wei and slowly walked along the bluestone path towards the hillside. The heavy infantry that followed behind stopped their tracks, and in front of the Yulin guards, they turned into a phalanx, and all the officers and soldiers looked up at Liu Wei and hundreds of dragoons who were moving up the ranks.

Stepping on the bluestone-paved stairs, every time he took a step up the hillside, Liu Wei's mood would be heavier.

Xu Shu led Zhao Yun and others to wait on the mountainside, and saw Liu Wei leading the team to come up, except for Xu Shu, the rest of the people hurriedly stood sideways on both sides of the bluestone road, hugged their fists and bowed to greet Liu Wei.

"Your Highness, the tomb is ready!" Xu Shu walked up quickly to Liu Wei, hugged his fists and bowed to him and said: "I just got Jia Xu's return, the Xiliang Army of the Niu Fu Department has withdrawn from Hongnong ...... under the pursuit of our army."

Holding the tray in both hands, Liu Wei nodded slowly and walked towards a forest on the side.

In the woods, many pits of all sizes are dug, and in front of each pit, a stone tablet carved from bluestone has been erected.

Due to the short construction period, Liu Wei was pressing. The stone tablet is a little rough carved, but the handwriting on it is clearly legible.

Standing in front of the pit engraved with "The Tomb of General Hu Cai", Liu Wei slowly raised his head, closed his eyes, and let out a long howl.

Since Xu Shu and others followed Liu Wei, no one had ever seen him so grief-stricken. On the same day, Liu Wei led his army across the Yellow River and engaged the Baibo army, and Hu Cai was recruited by Xu Shu to follow Liu Wei.

Although Hu Cai has not made too many meritorious achievements since then, for Liu Wei, he is undoubtedly one of the earliest military generals in the core.

Losing his beloved generals, thinking of these generals beside him in the future war, I don't know where they will die, and they will be separated from him forever, how can Liu Wei not feel pain in his heart?

A long whistle pierced the silence of the hillside and was heard far, far away.

At the foot of the hillside, the heavy infantry lined up in a phalanx and the Yulin guards guarding the bluestone road all looked up at the hillside. Even the people surrounding the slope straightened their necks one by one, wanting to know why Liu Wei suddenly let out a long howl.

The entire Luoyang City fell into a dead silence. Except for the occasional child who didn't know anything and asked the adults a question or two about their doubts, no one spoke.

......In the crowd at the foot of the hillside, a little girl of about four or five years old heard the whistle of Liu Wei coming from the slope, raised her little head to look at her mother who was protecting her in front of her, and gently called her mother in a childish voice.

The woman, who held her tightly in her arms, hurriedly reached out to cover the little girl's mouth and shook her head at the little girl. The little girl opened her big round eyes and looked at her mother very blankly, but she really didn't make any more sound.

"General Hu is good! Soldiers, let's go! When Liu Wei cried, Xu Shu, who was standing behind him, shouted: "Practice for General Hu and the soldiers who died in battle!" ”

"Good go, General! Good go, brothers! As soon as Xu Shu's words fell, Zhao Yun drew his long sword and took the lead in shouting.

Immediately after, everyone on the hillside raised their swords high, and Zhao Yun let out a burst of shouts.

At the foot of the hillside, there were the main forces of the neat phalanx, one by one, the tips of the Pu knives pointed obliquely at the ground, leaned their necks, and let out a shout.

The shouts gradually spread farther and farther away, and after a while, the entire Luoyang City issued a "General, let's go!" Good go, brothers! The scream.

The wooden boxes held by the dragoons were placed in the tombs with their names engraved on them. In many of these tombs, it is not always the owner of the tomb who is buried.

Most of the dead officers and soldiers had broken limbs, and many of their faces were difficult to distinguish, and all that those who burned them could do was to burn them individually and then put them in wooden boxes.

When a dragoon guard officer took the tray from Liu Bian's hand, and put the wooden box containing Hu Cai's ashes and the brand-new set of armor into Hu Cai's tomb, Liu Wei violently pulled out his long sword and slashed it hard at the palm of his left hand.

"The green mountains bury the loyal bones everywhere, and the rivers and rivers sacrifice the loyal souls!" The sharp long sword cut through the palm of his hand, and the red blood flowed out of the clenched fist, dripping in front of Hu Cai's tomb, Liu Wei gritted his teeth and read loudly: "Millions of heroes will set the Central Plains, and if you don't break the Xiliang oath, you won't pay it back!" ”

"Millions of heroes will settle in the Central Plains, and if you don't break the Xiliang vow, you won't return it!" The dragoon guards who followed Liu Wei up the mountain all raised their long swords, cut their palms, clenched their bloody fists, and shouted in unison.

"Millions of heroes will settle in the Central Plains, and if you don't break the Xiliang vow, you won't return it!" The long line of Yulin guards lined up along the mountain road, and then like a dragoon, cut the palms of their hands with their long swords, clenched their fists, and let out a majestic cry.

"Millions of heroes will settle in the Central Plains, and if you don't break the Xiliang vow, you won't return it!" This move spread from the hillside to the bottom of the slope, and the heavy infantry who lined up in a phalanx vigorously struck their shields with their swords, and also let out a roar.

All the officers and soldiers of Liu Wei were roaring angrily, and everyone's eyes were full of hatred and war intent as if they were about to breathe flames.

Dong Zhuo was in Japan, the Xiliang army and they originally had a common hatred, and now Niu Fu ordered the Xiliang army to raid the money and grain that Liu Weijun transported from Hedong to Luoyang, resulting in the death of Hu Cai and hundreds of soldiers.

All the officers and soldiers in the city were shouting and roaring. From the hillside to the bottom of the slope, from the bottom of the slope to the street, and from the street to the barracks, to the city wall!

The people looked at the officers and soldiers who roared with sorrow on their faces, and they knew that although Luoyang City could give them protection, it would soon become the source of a new war.

I have just got the peace for a short time, and from today on, I will stay away from Luoyang, away from the Central Plains, and away from all the people who think the world is safe!

"Buried!" The muscles of his cheeks twitched violently, and Liu Wei endured the feeling of blockage in his throat and let out a roar full of pain.

A handful of soil filled the grave where Hu Cai and the dead officers and soldiers were buried, and the loess buried these people who were alive not long ago, but in the hearts of every officer and soldier of Liu Wei, a new hatred was engraved!