The Republic of China: Twins with a beautiful start, navigating a troubled world

A fire burned for a day and a night. Just as Sun Tao expected, the fire in Black Tiger Mountain was naturally extinguished the next night.

Today's Black Tiger Mountain has become bare, and all the houses and buildings on the top of the mountain have been burned to the ground.

And on the morning of the third day, Zhao He called He Changjun and Deng Gang and issued an order: "You take two hundred people and go to Black Tiger Mountain immediately and move all the grain, gold, silver, jewelry, etc. in the cellar. return."

"Yes, my subordinates are listening!"

After He Changjun and Deng Gang received the order, they immediately led the people straight to Black Tiger Mountain and moved all the food, gold, silver, jewelry, silk cloth, etc. plundered from Qinglong Village back home.

Although this attack on Qinglong Village was considered a complete victory, the Tiandao Gang also lost ninety-eight brothers. Zhao He was deeply saddened by this and held a grand "burial ceremony" seven days later. The scenery sent them off happily.

And on this day, Zhao He also decided to shoot Xu Shichang and other people from Qinglong Village in front of his dead brothers, which could be regarded as revenge for them.

Time flies!

In the blink of an eye, it’s seven days later!

Spring passes and autumn comes, and as autumn ends, winter slowly enters.

The cold wind howled like a knife, blowing on everyone's faces, making their cheeks hurt. People also put on thick clothes, hats and gloves.

This day was the day to bid farewell to the victims. The entire Panlong County seemed particularly quiet and desolate. There was no one on a spacious street. The cold wind howled, blowing the white lanterns in front of the houses. Shaking.

White lanterns: Generally used in funerals, they are an important symbol in funeral activities. Symbolizing grief and mourning loss.

Starting at twelve o'clock in the morning, white lanterns are hung up in every room of every house.

Boom boom boom!

"Woooooooo..."

At this moment, a loud sound of suona suddenly sounded. This was the song "The Big Funeral", which was played by more than a hundred suona masters at the same time. This loud and sad sound spread throughout Panlong County.

At the same time, there were bursts of grief-stricken cries and wailing.

As the line of sight kept getting closer, one could see a funeral procession coming towards the end of the street. The suona masters were playing the suona hard, holding up white flagpoles, and singing as they walked. with white pieces of paper.

Behind them were large mahogany coffins, carried by shirtless men, making deafening shouts.

The mahogany coffins came one after another, a total of ninety-eight coffins, slowly advancing along with the funeral procession.

Behind the coffin were Zhao He, Su Ziyuan, Su Xueyuan, Li Shiqi, Tang Li, Zhao Haiquan, Zhou Qilong and countless other people. They were all dressed in white clothes and wearing white cloths on their heads. They lowered their heads and touched the coffin. Touch behind you.

Many people's eyes were red, their faces were filled with tears, and they couldn't help crying in sadness.

Even Zhao He was like this, tears flowed out uncontrollably.

These people who died were all brothers who had been with him through life and death. They threw their heads and blood together, fought bloody battles, and moved forward bravely.

If it hadn't been for their sacrifices, Zhao He would not have been able to lead his men to annihilate Qinglong Village and kill these bandits.

"...the door god, the door god, has shown great power. I will borrow the road to send out the funeral procession. The main road will be opened two feet, and the small road will be opened eight feet... The disciples are sent out today. When they see each other, they keep walking in other directions. I sincerely invite the Six Lords of the Nandou and the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper. I serve the Supreme Lord, and I am as urgent as the law, and the ancestors rise in the clouds..."

An old Taoist priest with a crane face and white hair opened the way and recited mantras at the same time. The funeral procession walked toward the city gate at a neither fast nor slow speed.

Wherever they passed, the previously closed houses opened one after another, and they saw ordinary people wearing white clothes and white cloth, dragging their children with their children, silently joining the funeral procession, without saying a word, everyone There was a look of sadness on his face, and everything seemed orderly, as if he had been rehearsed in advance.

But in fact, all of this was done by the people who came to see him off voluntarily, without anyone forcing him to do so.

At the end of the team, Xu Shichang and more than a dozen other prisoners of the Qinglong Village followed. They were either the head master, hall leader or helmsman. They were all core members of the Qinglong Village. They were full of evil deeds. Even if they surrendered, they would still have to die.

As for the other captives who surrendered, they have now been reduced to hard labor, spending their lives digging coal and iron mines, serving the people and atone for their sins.

Boom boom boom!

"woo woo woo woo……"

The funeral procession slowly walked out of the county town. As people continued to join in, it was like a long dragon, stretching for several miles. Everyone wanted to see the heroes off on their last journey, pray for them and mourn for them.

Even if the wind is blowing cold. They were not afraid of the rain and did not complain at all.

The funeral ceremony lasted for more than an hour, and then they arrived at the Houshan Cemetery. All ninety-eight grave pits had been dug.

Under the arrangement of the Taoist priests, the coffins were carried into various corresponding tombs one by one.

The people seeing off the deceased stood neatly aside, with their heads lowered, silently seeing off the deceased.

"A glass of fine wine is filled to the brim. I advise the deceased to leave early and not wait at home. Go to Jiangdong in his free time... Two glasses of fine wine are filled to the sieve. The dead man will never come back after leaving. He goes to the Eight Immortals Platform. Built on the Eight Immortals Platform. Good wine, drink it and be happy, the mute can speak after eating it..."

The Taoist priest muttered words to bless the deceased.

After everything was done, the old Taoist priest respectfully came to Zhao He, bowed, and then respectfully said: "Zhao Gang Leader, the ceremony has been completed, can you be buried now?"