At five o'clock in the morning, it was still dark, but Tang Dao had already put on his clean-washed military uniform and stood on the path in front of the small wooden house in the regiment headquarters.

This was a notice issued by the regiment headquarters two days ago. Today, all the people in the four groups must be dressed cleanly. It doesn’t matter if the military uniform is broken, but it must be clean.

On both sides of Tang Dao stood the rest of the regiment headquarters, the officers and soldiers from all the guard companies under the regiment headquarters and all the officers and soldiers of the guard companies!

Whether Tang Dao or all the other four-row regiment officers and soldiers were wearing white sleeves on their right arms, all the officers and soldiers were lined up in two neat rows, arranged on both sides of the road.

Behind Tang Dao were more than a thousand people wearing ordinary clothes, but many of them were wrapped in white linen.

They are all the families of the Four Army Regiment recruited new recruits in Xuzhou this time.

They didn't need to rush the night in such a dark morning. Last night, they were picked up by the four teams from a town several miles away from the station.

The families of soldiers who died in battle at home actually stayed up all night and kept their souls for their relatives according to the customs of their hometown.

Because today is the time to send them the last journey.

Further away, a group of soldiers had already lined up, and there was no loud scolding from the squad leader, and the soldiers completed their queues silently.

Tang Dao ordered that, except for the necessary warning, all officers and soldiers must participate in this spiritual entry ceremony!

This is also the first time that the Sixing Regiment built a martyr's cemetery on the green mountain that was several miles away. The people who entered the spirits were not only the officers and soldiers of the Sixing Regiment who died in this battle in Jindong. Those were all the officers and soldiers who died since the establishment of the Independence Battalion. Looking further away, there were even soldiers who died in the Sixing Warehouse.

Most of their remains were buried on the spot, and a small number of them had the opportunity to be carried out of the battlefield and were burned into ashes. They were carefully preserved by the baggage company.

Those with ashes are kept in the ashes, and those without ashes use their personal belongings or clothes. These are what Tang Dao once emphasized. As long as they are officers and soldiers of the camp, even if they are buried on the spot, they must take away their personal belongings and register them, so that they can have the opportunity to hand them over to their descendants in the future, which can be regarded as giving them some thoughts to their relatives.

For this reason, the baggage company specially arranged a fifteen-member squad to do this work. The items and clothing of hundreds of sacrificed officers and soldiers of the Four Corps have been preserved intact since previous battles, even at the most difficult time of the battle.

In many people's eyes, this is rags, but in the hearts of the officers and soldiers, this is the final proof of the brothers who have already fallen asleep in this world.

Perhaps one day, they will become one of the small cloth bags.

But it doesn't matter, the brothers who later will protect the traces they left behind like them.

If there was not even this, and there was still the soil brought back on the battlefield, it was soil stained with their blood, and the martyrs and heroes would never go far.

This is a funeral of more than 800 people, and no one dares to pay attention to it. Infantry Battalion 1, Infantry Battalion 2, Infantry Battalion 3, Regiment Headquarters several direct companies, squadrons, and student companies that have not yet been reorganized. A team of more than 3,000 people, no one dares to break this quiet morning at will except for footsteps and breathing.

Even the 600 recruits recruited from the young and strong people who moved from Licheng in the past three days, 400 recruits recruited from surrounding villages and towns, and the new recruits who had not even had time to wear military uniforms, whether they were naughty or bad-hearted, were so arrogant that they dared not take a breath. They followed the veterans there like a good baby, except that the team was really not very neat.

The veteran squad leader who had either widened his eyes or angrily scolded them these days was unexpectedly not angry, and stood beside them and looked straight ahead.

In fact, it is not only family members and soldiers who participated in this grand ceremony to enter the spirit.

People from more than ten miles nearby villages knew that the Sihang Regiment would bury the sacred officers and soldiers in these two days, and many people spontaneously organized themselves to rush here overnight.

In their words, although the soldiers of the Sixing Regiment were not their relatives or their children in their villages, they were heroes who served the country, and seeing them off is the duty of all Chinese people.

Because the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous, the mountains are few, and the Taihang Mountains are poor, and the stone mountains here in Dakouzidong account for the majority, making it even poorer!

The villagers could not bring the steamed buns and meat they had passed down from their ancestors as sacrificial items, so they brought yellow and white linen.

It was a linen that was imitated by the spinning wheel at home. Each household was three feet away and then it was torn into many lines!

The people who came stood on the mountain along the way to the Martyrs Cemetery and hung linens all over the branches!

The mountain is covered with mourning!

Even the dark night can't stop these white flying all over the mountains like snowflakes!

The sentry on the mountain who was responsible for security was standing straight in the white mountains, desperately suppressing the tears in their eyes.

But this time, it was not because of sadness, but because of the intense heart.

If you die in such a battle, you will be in vain to come to this world.

Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually became brighter.

The mountains are already misty, especially in late spring and early summer. The red sun that has jumped out of the top of the mountain is blocked by a faint mist, emitting a slight light that is not dazzling at all.

"Reporting the group! The time has come. Can the brothers who escort the heroic spirits set off?" As the general coordinator of this spirit entry ceremony, Zhuang Shisan ran from afar and reported to Tang Dao Li attentively.

"Accurate!" Tang Dao nodded and waved his hand to order.

"Fire the gun! Send it to brothers!"

Two rows of honor guards composed of officers and soldiers of the guard company on their side heard the order and took one step back together, pointing their guns diagonally towards the sky.

The gun is not a Czech semi-automatic nor a Liao-made single-shot rifle that has been fully equipped, and it is not a Type 38. It is all made of Hanyang's old guns!

Because they were afraid that the heroes who died in battle would not be familiar with them, and the gunshots made by Hanyang would definitely allow them to find their way home.

"Bang! Bang!"

The gunshot completely broke the silence of the green mountains, and the heavy smell of gunpowder lingers on everyone's noses makes people feel even more tragic.

Those people are silent in the smoke of gunpowder, but they are still leaving behind in the smoke of gunpowder!

This may be the fate of the warrior.

The coffins of the officers and soldiers who died in the battle this time were customized in the past two days. Perhaps the wood is not very good, but it can also be considered old wood. This was also specially requested by Tang Dao to take care of the feelings of his relatives. As long as the remains can be transported back to Dakouzidong Town, they must be buried instead of cremation, and the coffin must be reasonable.

If there are only ashes and clothes for your carry-on, the box responsible for Anling must be made of good stone to avoid corrupting for too long. What if his descendants come to transport him back to their hometown in a day!

Therefore, more than thirty coffins were very heavy, and the ones responsible for supporting the spirits were the battalions, companies, platoons, and squad leaders of the three infantry battalions that participated in the battle.

Because the Japanese army lacked artillery this time, they mainly attacked, and all the sacrifices came from the front-line infantry, while the other artillery companies, spy companies and other auxiliary troops were only injured and not killed.

They are the chiefs and brothers. The last journey of the brothers is naturally to send them to them personally.

"Get up!" Lei Xiong, the leader, roared, and the muscles on his arms bulged.

"Okay!" Another roar was heard, and the spirit-helping team composed of officers from all the infantry battalions of the Four Lines Regiment began to march.

Following behind were the larger troops, with about hundreds of people.

However, there was no coffin on their shoulders, but each of them held a stone box covered with white cloth in one arm.

Regardless of military positions, except for the officers who are helping the spirits, these soldiers holding white cloth wrapped boxes are all the closest comrades to the martyrs!

Among the soldiers who lined up to see him off, there was only one special squadron.

Because the special squadron is the most elite group of people in the Four Corps, they are all veterans and they sacrifice the most comrades.

The old hei was holding Leng Feng's younger brother Xiao Shitou's spiritual box, Gu Xishui was holding the youngest girl, Niu Er was holding Liu Datou's, and Lu Sanjiang was holding his old squad leader...

Mingxin seems a little lonely, but he is the most enviable person on the field.

Because, since he entered the Special Forces Squadron, no one died in the special forces Squadron has so far, only two were seriously injured and three were slightly injured.

The spirit-sending team went first, Tang Dao led the military subordinates to go back, and then followed the entire army of the Four Corps!

"stand at attention!"

"salute!"

The soldiers responsible for the guards along the way stood up straight and saluted the team.

The people standing on the hills spontaneously lit incense, candles and paper money, and the lights of fire illuminate the heroes' way home!

Until 8 a.m.!

The sun shines on this hillside where the tomb has been dug!

According to the list after Tang Dao reviewed again last night, 839 tombs were dug on the hillside. Because there was no time, the stone tombstones were not made. There were only 839 wooden boards standing in front of the tomb. Each board was neatly written with the names of the sacrificed officers and soldiers, and they died in a certain year, month, and day of the hometown.

This workload is very large, but it was supported by Dan Tai Yunshu.

In his words, "I believe those heroes will not dislike me!"

This is probably one of the reasons why Li Jiujin could only silently endure Old Dantai's saliva spraying his face.

Without sensational name, Tang Dao just walked past the coffin and the spirit box carefully held by the soldiers, just as he once took them to war.

But this time, no one stood at attention and saluted him again.

Tang Dao looked up at the first row of names standing on the hillside, familiar, unfamiliar, and even almost forgotten names, suddenly he was a little dazed.

When he first entered the Sihang Warehouse, the deputy platoon leader Liu Datou looked at him as an outsider, and the green face of the sixteen-year-old Leng Shitou seemed to be still vivid in his mind.

But they are no longer there!

From then on, I will sleep in this cemetery.

Fortunately, they no longer have to endure the pain caused by the war so hard, and they can stay together and chat and fuck.

This is not a kind of happiness.

The deceased are gone, and the living are still going to continue.

Tang Dao stood in front of a soldier in the queue and stood firmly.

"Zu Ling" roared as Master Zhuang dispersed.

The coffin is still the officers of the six-person spirit-helping group, while the spirit box has changed from one person to two people. Solemnly holding the spirit box, lined up the mountain, from top to bottom, put the coffin and spirit box into the tomb, and then covered it with white cloth.

This is also because the time is too short. According to the Tang Dao's idea, the military flag of the Four Routes was to be covered with, but there were not even many cloths in the wilderness, so there was no time to make the military flag.

"Leave this to me!" Tang Dao took a spirit box from the soldier behind him.

Under the silent gaze of thousands of soldiers and civilians, Tang Dao went up the mountain alone, holding a spirit box, gently put the spirit box into the largest one in the middle of the foot of the entire cemetery, and the only tomb without a tombstone, and gently covered a four-row army flag on the spirit box with his own hands.

All the soldiers were envious. Who had the privilege of letting the regiment commander personally support the spirit? If that brother knew that he would receive this honor after his death, he would probably die with a smile!
To be continued...