He got out of the car and came behind Yang Xi.

"Who is the deceased?"

Yang Xi was wiping his tears and laughing. Hearing this, he turned around and saw that it was Mr. Hei. He quickly bowed down and said, "I dare you to tell Duke Xia. This is the Sima under Lieutenant Li Bidu. His name is Jiu Bo. He is from Pinyang in Guanzhong."

Because he is always good at wine, we call him the Master of Wine."

Heifu seemed to have heard someone say: "Is he the old Sima who participated in the battles to destroy Zhao, Yan, and Chu during the First Emperor's reign?"

"Exactly!"

Yang Xi did not expect that Heifu actually knew Jiu Gong and said: "Although Sima has a bad temper and likes to talk nonsense after drinking and is often punished, he is familiar with the roads of Guandong and knows the enemy's tactics. The Battle of Sanchuan and the Battle of Mangdang Mountain.

All have made great contributions.”

"In this decisive battle with the Chu thieves, Jiu Gong personally led his soldiers to defeat the Chu army. He broke into the right wing and fought fiercely with the Chu people. He killed Ao and killed the soldiers without any calculation. Finally, Xiang Liang wanted to leave. He took dozens of soldiers with him.

A knight broke into the Chu bandits' formation and killed Xiang Liang. Unfortunately, he was injured by Xiang Liang's personal guards immediately..."

The voice did not dim, but became louder and louder. Yang Xi was proud of the wine master's bravery.

Heifu listened quietly, nodded and said, "Does this wine master have any last words?"

Yang Xidao: "Before he came out of seclusion, he said that no matter whether he was alive or dead, this would be the last time he came out of seclusion! I only hope that his descendants would not have to be like him, conscripting year after year and guarding the border every year."

"This expectation was not fulfilled by the First Emperor, but what I promised will definitely be achieved!"

Heifu nodded heavily: "His corpse, together with other war dead, will be returned to Guanzhong with dignity and buried."

"Xia Gong, is this true?"

Another voice came, but it was a Qin soldier guarding the corpses of three or five comrades beside him. He was restrained by Heifu's personal guards, and he knelt down and shouted loudly in Anlu dialect.

Hei Fu asked his bodyguard to let the man come over. After looking at him for a long time, Hei Fu said, "Are you the Nanjun citizen husband I commended when I was in Wuguan? Your name is Bo...?"

"Yes, it's Shrike from Anlu! Now he's the commander of the village!" Seeing that Duke Xia still remembered his little fellow villager, Shrike was very happy and asked again:

"Xia Gong, can all the corpses of those who died in the war return home for burial?"

"able."

Seeing more and more people gathered, Heifu got on the military chariot again and said loudly: "More than ten years ago, three hundred of my colleagues from Nanjun died in the battle in Linyang. At that time, I vowed to take them home. Here we are.

During the second expedition to Chu, I spent all my money to buy three hundred coffins and sent them back to Nanjun! The first cemetery of loyal soldiers in the world was established."

"Today's war dead, just like then, died for the great cause of reunification. Before leaving the customs, Yu asked the military judge to give each person a small wooden plaque with their name, place of origin, and military affiliation.

Prepare for identification. When a fox dies, his head will be on a hill, and a black man will not let the bones of his heroes be exposed in the wild, alone in a foreign land, without being able to feed on blood."

"If the wooden sign is lost and cannot be identified, a loyal cemetery will be built locally to offer sacrifices. Those who can be identified will have their bones temporarily placed locally. Fuli will build a coffin workshop and cut down all the good wood in the mountains and all over the Suishui River.

The good people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are recruited, and the vehicles from the entire Central Plains are recruited, and they must be sent back, whether it is Guanzhong, Nanjun, Nanyang, or Shuzhong!"

In this decisive battle, the Chu army lost nearly 60,000 people, while the Qin army also lost nearly 10,000 people, and tens of thousands more were seriously injured. Most of them will die, and the number of dead will continue to increase.

, which may eventually reach 20,000.

Therefore, this is a huge project that will cost tens of millions of dollars, but Heifu's words are here.

"Move slowly, if it doesn't work in one year, it will take three years. If it doesn't work in three years, it will take five years. As long as it can be found, all the corpses of the soldiers will be returned home!"

"Long live!" I don't know whether it was Yang Xi who shouted first or the shrike.

"Long live Duke Xia!" The shouts of long live came one after another, making it difficult for Heifu to continue speaking. He could only stop him several times before the voices of the soldiers gradually dropped.

Heifu continued: "More than that, when the imperial court becomes richer, I will not build palaces like the First Emperor, but I will sacrifice my life for today's war, for the past few years, to overthrow the tyranny of Hu Hai, and to reunify the world.

, and the loyal soldiers who died will erect a big stone monument!"

"This monument is called: 'Heroes Monument'!"

"Hero Monument?" The soldiers looked at each other in confusion. They all said that Duke Xia was a great hero who fought against chaos and saved lives. They also thought that this title was exclusive to Duke Xia.

But Heifu doesn’t seem to think so:

"I once told people that in this huge world, there is not a single hero, not a single hero. That's right, the kind of 'hero' or 'hero' who once drew his sword and brought disaster to the common people for ten years, there is no such thing as a hero."

recognize!"

In the distance, Mr. Huang Shi stood quietly wearing a mask. The wind blew from Suishui River, and the stench of the battlefield made him shake a little. This was a scene that Yingchuan almost faced.

But now, after hearing this, he nodded slightly.

It seems like there is a breeze blowing through this stinking mess, making people less desperate.

Heifu's voice continued, spreading among the soldiers:

"Only those who have made sacrifices for the great cause of unifying the world, for the common people to be able to have men enjoy their jobs, women to enjoy their jobs, and to have a truce all over the world, are worthy of this title!"

"Those who are still alive after the bitter battle, even if they are just Guizhou soldiers and small soldiers, from now on..."

Heifu bowed his hands to the survivors, Chang Zuo bowed and said: "We are all heroes!"

"And those who died in battle are also ghost heroes!"

…

"The scene of today's decisive battle will also be engraved on the stone relief of the Heroes' Monument and erected in front of the Xianyang Palace. The deeds and names of the soldiers will be immortalized forever..."

Heifu asked Shusun Tong, who was almost unemployed, to write down the matter and hand it over to Fengchang Lu Jia and Shaofu Zhang Cang when he returned to Guanzhong. While he was talking, a heavy rain suddenly poured down, and they could only open the big umbrella.

Take shelter from the rain under the military chariot.

The rain washed away the battlefield, washing the blood into the Suishui River, and making the ground muddy.

At this moment, Guan Ying, who had gone to pursue the enemy, sent someone back to report. The messenger made a plop and bowed down in the muddy water, but his face was full of joy:

"Guanjun Lieutenant reported back to Duke Xia and was ordered to chase away the Chu bandits. Along the way, he beheaded more than 3,000 people. The water and land troops from the east of the Yangtze River also occupied Qi County. The remaining 3,000 Xiang Ji troops were unable to enter Qi County. They were trapped by my tens of thousands of troops.

In the north of Qi County, in Daze Township!"

"Daze Township..."

Heifu muttered these three words, and the counselors and generals next to him were congratulating each other. Only he knew what this place name meant...

"There must be God's will in the dark?"

Heifu walked into the rain, looked up to the sky and laughed. Those thin threads of rain seemed to be manipulating the threads of dynasty and personal destiny, leading them, the participants, to the final chapter bit by bit.

Or perhaps, what is playing on these strings is the wish of the common people, the hope of ending the war as soon as possible and starting a new life?

"That's fine."

Heifu sighed: "It's right here where everything originally started."

"Let this war that should never have happened end!"

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Chapter completed!