Yizhou, Zhengxi General's Mansion.
Wu Shun had already received the battle report from Yidu County, and Dongfang Qiang handled such an unforeseen thing as Cai Mao's sudden entry into Wuling County quite well.
In every battle, there are always soldiers killed, and this time the biggest loss was the Xuanwu Legion of Wenpin.
The worst Ganning sailors, the warship was burned to the ground.
The ashes of the fallen are about to arrive in Chengdu.
With the help of Xiaobai and Tian Qian'er, Wu Shun changed into armor, and he wanted to meet the heroes who died in battle for the strength of Yizhou in an iron-blooded way.
"Order the personal guard battalion, fully armed, to go outside the city to stand by and prepare to meet the martyrs of Yizhou" "The Last Will Do Duty" After receiving the order, Qu A hurriedly went down to prepare.
The heavily armed Guards Battalion is a heavy cavalry that needs a little time to put on its equipment.
Today's weather is fine and there is not a single cloud in the sky.
The warm sunlight did not hinder in the slightest, and all of it sprinkled in this huge and magnificent city.
People like this the day the most, so there are a lot of pedestrians on the streets.
If someone from outside the city comes to Chengdu, they will mistakenly think that something grand is being held in Chengdu.
"Look, the Guards Battalion" "Wow, look at the guard camp is out" "Isn't that Lord Wu?"
"The pro-guard battalion is dispatched, it is difficult to go to a big war" "What are you afraid of, there are pro-guard battalions and six elite legions, who dares to go against my Yizhou" When the guard battalion appeared, people did not have the slightest fear, but more surprise and pride.
The elite of this elite is rarely fully armed.
Wu Shun rode a war horse at the front and walked slowly, with a serious expression.
Qu A was one position behind, protecting Wu Shun's safety at all times in the rear.
Behind the guard battalion are a cadre of civil and military ministers in Yizhou "Something Happened" There was confusion in the crowd.
On this sunny day, the ministers of Yizhou, who usually want to see each other, came out in groups.
"I don't know, looking at the serious expressions of the adults, maybe something happened on the front line."
"That's right, I heard that General Dongfang is crusading against Liu Biao, I hope it's not the defeat at the front."
People have a deep affinity for the Wuling Army.
It is precisely because of the presence of the Wuling Army that they can enjoy this carefree life.
Thinking that it might be because of the fighting on the front line, the expressions of the people present became serious.
Since the procession was not moving fast, people who wanted to find out couldn't help but follow the procession.
It doesn't matter, after getting the news, people from all over the world poured into the wide streets.
After leaving the city, the soldiers of the personal guard battalion immediately lined up on both sides of the road and guarded the road into the city.
The ministers of Yizhou stood behind Wu Shun, and everyone remained silent and did not speak.
Seeing so many big people quietly waiting for something with the people who came out of the city, the originally noisy crowd slowly quieted down.
"My lord, I'm back" Qu Ah stepped forward and bowed and said.
As soon as the words fell, a black team appeared in the distance, followed by carriages full of cans.
The martyrs of Yizhou are back The person in charge of transporting the ashes of the martyrs was Guan Hai, the old man of the Wuling Army who could no longer hold back his tears of grief after seeing Wu Shun.
The carriage behind him was loaded with all his good brothers who were born and died with him.
Only today did he send his brothers back.
"The Lord" When he came to Wu Shun, Guan Hai shouted and choked up and couldn't speak.
He endured, afraid that he would cry if he said more.
"Ziwei, it's good to come back, bring the brothers back, it's good."
Wu Shun picked up Guan Hai and patted him on the shoulder.
"Qu'a leads the way, go to the Martyr's Pavilion" At a glance, it was a carriage with cans, and the tragedy of the previous war can be imagined.
Wu Shun prepared to send all the fallen soldiers to the Loyal Martyr's Pavilion.
The guard battalion began to move towards the city, keeping two columns in parallel to protect the ashes of the martyrs.
Seeing this scene, the sadness in the crowd spread, and some people have begun to cry, each jar represents a fallen soldier, so many jars, how many people have to die in battle There is a reason why people in the crowd are sad.
Some have sons who serve in the army, some whose husbands serve in the army, and still others whose fathers serve in the army.
Every soldier of the Wuling Army is their relative.
"The Return of the Soul" The martyrs entered the Martyrs' Pavilion, and no one said a word during the whole process, and the scene was very quiet.
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Everything is going on in silence.
By the time the last jar was sent to the Chungje's Pavilion, it was already afternoon.
"Let's disperse."
Wu Shun turned to the people who were waiting quietly and said.
After standing for most of the day, everyone held back and didn't make a sound, but they were actually quite tired.
"My lord, may I ask if the battle on the front line has been lost, if you need it, as long as you say hello, there are two sons in the old family, and you can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy" An old man came out of the crowd with an excited expression.
He fled to Yizhou.
Here his family escaped starvation and received assistance from the government.
Now that the Wuling Army is fighting abroad, he has always wanted to contribute to Yizhou.
Now his two sons are also grown up and can join the army.
"My lord, I can go to the battlefield and kill the enemy now."
"Yes, let me tell us, is it that the frontline is not good?"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the old man's stone was thrown, which made the crowd explode directly.
The young man was clamoring to enlist in the army, not minding that he had been brushed off.
The elderly said that they would send their sons to the battlefield.
Looking at the people who were agitated, Wu Shun's heart warmed.
"Please be quiet" Wu Shun raised his hand and pressed down, and the noise in the crowd gradually disappeared.
People want to know what Wu Shun is going to say.
"I understand everyone's feelings, but don't worry.
The Wuling army has always been invincible, why so many soldiers died in battle this time, because Jingzhou Cai Mao was treacherous and used 70,000 people to storm Linyuan City, which was only guarded by 10,000 people.
But even so, Linyuan City is still ours" Wu Shun waved his fists, a little emotional Yes, what about your Cai Mao's 70,000 people Linyuan City is still there, and the victory still belongs to the Wuling Army.
Hearing that Linyuan City was besieged and still held out to the end, the crowd erupted in cheers.
The Wuling Army in their minds will not fail.
Wu Shun waited until the crowd was quiet again before he continued: "It's a pity that most of the soldiers defending the city suffered casualties.
However, General Dongfang led the elite army and successfully captured the entire Yidu County, and it was our Yizhou who won."
A twist that brings the atmosphere to the highest point.
The news of Yizhou's seizure of Yidu County was greatly inspiring.
So much so that people rushed to tell each other and were full of joy.
As long as the Wuling Army remained strong, they had no reason to be unhappy.
"Where's the adult?"
"Your Adult has long since left, look at your silly appearance" "And say me, aren't you the same?"
"No matter, go and drink two cups for the day, Dongfang Qiang is really powerful."
"Who says it's not, General Wenping defends Linyuan with 10,000 people, and he is really my idol.
Go, go to eat for the day, don't get drunk and don't return" I thought that the Wuling army would lose, but I didn't expect Wu Shun to win a big victory As soon as people are happy, they want to vent, no, a large number of people go to the food for the sky restaurant, in order to have a good time.
After learning about the customer's intention, Yang Youcai decided to free the drink.
It was under the banner of celebrating the great victory of the Wuling Army
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