Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 164 Funeral

After the 4-week basic training is completed, the Army Teaching Battalion officially becomes an army.Although it is a battalion, because of its nature as a demonstration unit, the degree of synthesis is very high. In addition to infantry and hunting soldiers, there are also artillery and service units.

The organization established by the Military Commission roughly imitates the European army in the 18th and early 19th centuries. The battalion is the basic combat unit. 6 platoons form a company with 3 people in each company.There are standard bearers, drummers and flute players in the company, and another 9 people make up a cooking class.

The current Army Teaching Battalion is only organized into 3 infantry companies, 1 hunting platoon, and 1 "grenadier platoon".This so-called "grenadier platoon" has resumed its original meaning here, rather than the meaning of elite infantry.

The No. 1 grenade produced by the chemical department is too lethal.To this end, a larger No. 4 bomb was developed.The shell is changed to cast iron.The materials were not up to standard, and there was no suitable explosive, so the method of increasing the volume was used to increase the loading capacity of black powder. As a result, the size of the manufactured No. 4 bomb was comparable to that of an old-fashioned landmine.

Because of its weight, this weapon is thrown in the form of a hammer-of course, it can be thrown directly by hand, but it is only a dozen meters away. The No. 4 bomb is not equipped with a pull-fire fuze, but uses a safer and more reliable fuse to detonate.The grenadier has to prepare a slow-burning match -- which is exactly the same as the original grenadier.

Such an awkward design makes the officers of the new army love and hate, but it is a good plaster if it can pull out pus.A man with great strength and long throws was selected from the soldiers to be the grenadier. Each person was equipped with 4 grenadiers as standard, and they were carried in special back boxes.

However, an accident happened during the throwing training of the new army. The thrown grenade exploded in the air before it hit the ground. The flying iron pieces killed a soldier on the spot and injured several others.The result of the inspection was that the quality of the fuse was not up to standard, and the burning rate was too fast.

Making a fuse is technically simple, using paper and gunpowder.But handmade is very skillful.No one has ever worked in a pyrotechnics factory, and the fuse made by reading books is not evenly charged, sometimes tight and sometimes loose, and burns fast and slow.This problem has existed in the past, and it will cause the timing of the blasting card to be inaccurate, so the fuse is often placed longer.But the grenade can't leave too much safety, otherwise it won't explode for a long time after landing, and the fuse will be pinched off.

Whether this problem is big or small, the chemical industry group organized people to test for several days in a row, trying to improve the process, but unexpectedly it was easily solved——One day a peddler came to Dongmen City with a burden, and he peddled It is something that has never been sold before - firecrackers.Immediately, Dongmen Chuyu, who realized the value of them, bought them all, took them for a test, and the result was satisfactory. The next day, the firecracker was forced to move his whole family and the tools and materials used for firecrackers by crossing the bayonets. Arrived at Bairen Commune.

Winter in Lingao has come unknowingly. Although it is known as the Little Ice Age and is located in the subtropical Lingao, the temperature during the day is still not lower than 20 degrees Celsius, and it feels much cooler than that on D-Day.Now is the dry season in Lingao, it almost never rains, and every day is sunny.

On this day, in a wasteland more than ten kilometers away from Bairen City, it suddenly became lively. People, rich men, merchants and idlers in the four towns and eight towns, as long as there is no important thing today, they all turned to this place. The usually uninhabited place has come—today is the day for the "Kun people" to hold a big funeral.

Lingao is a small border town, except for the beheading in the county town, which is a fun to watch, the common people have almost no entertainment throughout the year.Weddings and funerals of rich families were originally the best entertainment for the common people in the old days.What's more, there are strange overseas visitors everywhere.

The county magistrate Wu Ya also changed into plain clothes and mixed with the crowd.Unlike the county magistrate, he was full of curiosity about this group of overseas visitors.

He walked with the crowd for about an hour, and came to a high slope on the west bank of the Wenlan River. The terrain here is high and pitchy, and it is extremely troublesome to divert water for farming, so it has always been a wasteland.It is flat on all sides, and there is a slightly raised hill in the middle.Soldiers from the "Kunren" were already standing guard in the open space around the hill, and many people had gathered on the hillside and in the open space around it. Those locals who were already familiar with the outsiders of Bairen City could recognize many prominent figures inside.All in neat uniforms.

In addition to these people, there are many ordinary people who work for the "Kun people".The newly-retrained Base Company of the Army Teaching Battalion wore brand-new starched uniforms, and the Minie rifles in their hands were polished and shiny with oil, and the stabs of the guns were shining with cold light.

The entrance at the foot of the hill was a large rectangular wall of black stone, of which only a small arch remained.A path runs through it to a small dirt hill in the middle of the cemetery.

On the top of this small slope with an altitude of less than 10 meters, a black granite semi-circular stone wall was built, and the lotus base carved with stone blocks was simply decorated.

On the top of the stone wall, there are several Chinese characters engraved on it: Cuigang Martyrs Cemetery.

Wen Desi got off the car and walked slowly towards the hill in the middle of the cemetery - as a representative of the highest authority of the traversers, he will preside over the first funeral of the traverser regime - the deceased was an ordinary soldier who died of a grenade a few days ago Training accident.

In the short life of Li Shisan, who didn't know the exact age himself, there is really nothing that shows that he will become a special figure in history after his death.But the inscription on the wall of Cuigang Cemetery starts with him.

There is no mourning, no gongs and drums, no humming mantras of monks and priests, and no women's wailing.A weeping trumpet sounded in the sky, and as the trumpet sounded, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.The soldiers of the benchmark company lined up with guns at a goose step of 75 cloth per minute.The trumpet fell.Guided by two drummers, the military drum beat slowly, and a black four-wheeled artillery cart was slowly driven by two tall black horses that the locals had never seen before. A simple wooden coffin was placed on the cart.The horseshoes beat on the stone road, accompanied by the slow sound of drums.Everything has never been seen before, mixed with respect, admiration and emotion.There is nothing more mournful and pathetic than all of this.The atmosphere was so intense it was almost suffocating.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the grave by ropes.

"Raise the gun and let it go!"

The seven soldiers selected by the Jaegering Platoon raised their guns and fired at the air at the same time, three times in a row. The clear gunshots lingered on the hillside, and there was silence all around. It was played, and even the time-travelers who had come to perform the political propaganda drama with their arms were moved to tears—the atmosphere is really contagious.

The coffin was then covered with earth.

"At the moment of his death, his soul had already ascended to heaven," Wen Desi said solemnly. "The Valkyrie flew to pick them up. We bid farewell to his body here, and his soul watched us from the sky..."

"This must be a short-haired senior official." Some of the villagers watching from a distance were discussing.

"I heard it's not, it's a vice master."

"Is the same with a deputy? The short-haired emperor doesn't know what to do? Probably a four-wheeled cart needs 100 horses."

"The soldier was recruited locally. He was a 'Fulker'. He had only been a soldier for more than a month, and he died when the cannon was fired."

"It's such a grand death, it's not a waste of life." Someone actually became envious.

"That's right, Li Dahu in our village died, but the deacons set up half a street, but they all used beggars to show their way, how could they have such a grandeur!"

After hearing this, Wu Ya rushed over and asked, "Is it really just a soldier who died?"

The man who spoke saw that the visitor was dressed in shabby clothes, so he knew that he was not an ordinary person, so he carefully replied: "It goes without saying that a brother of mine is currently doing work at Shorthair's, and he will tell me what he said to me personally." Is there a fake?"

"I don't understand what they think, isn't it just a soldier?"

"Buy Xiner." A man not far away looked like a scholar, although his face was pale and his clothes were torn, he still put on a look of disdain, "Is this still a funeral? How can there be a little bit of etiquette? A barbarian is a barbarian! "

"Don't talk nonsense, which week's ceremony said that Wang Bifang was the one who opened the funeral?" Some people seemed to dislike him and sarcastically.

Wu Ya didn't continue to listen, a feeling of fear or admiration filled her heart.The thieves are buying people's hearts, but their methods seem to be more effective and can directly touch the vital points of people's hearts. Wu Ya claims to be an old bastard in the officialdom. How much money is available for extra food.But the scene just now moved him inexplicably, and made him want to cry. Looking back at this moment, it is ridiculous: what is there for him to cry and be moved?The art of attacking the mind of the Kun thief has reached the point of evildoers!From the beginning of the autumn harvest, the common people rushed to Bairen Beach as if they had been drugged, and more and more people turned to thieves.Wu Ya is an old local official, and he knows that although the common people don't like the government, but unless there is a famine, the common people will not turn to the bandits.Lingao's annual success this year is not bad, and there are still so many people going!What will become of it in the future?This Ming world!

On the way back to the camp, members of the executive committee noticed that the new army was marching even faster, the army was more orderly, and everyone was full of energy.The soldiers spontaneously sang the newly learned military song:

A beautiful fairy calls you from afar

Brave man, go and fight the enemy bravely

Head on, blowing hot wind

stirring my heart

There's a sneer on your face

Staring indifferently at the earth you face death calmly

it's all in my eyes

i know you have nothing to fear

I know you are very strong

one day you will find

you are so powerful

one day you will find

you can do wonders

A beautiful fairy calls you from afar

For tomorrow, the man is going to kill the enemy

Like the god of death roaming in the blue sky, embracing and fighting, full of blood

For tomorrow, please don't hesitate

Brave man, go and fight the enemy bravely

This song is accompanied by EVA's score and sung by hundreds of strong men with southern accents and northern accents. "Xiaoguo" is really extraordinary.The officers all wore strange smiles, and some of them were so suppressed that their faces twisted.

Wei Aiwen was very proud, and said to Ma Qianju: "President Ma, did the funeral go well? Let's see how high everyone's morale is!"

"Didn't you just copy the set from Arlington Cemetery and add some foreign MSG. I thought I would see Scottish bagpipes." Ma Qianzhu was very satisfied with the effect of this funeral. Above is for the dead, but mainly for the living.The grand burial of Li Shisan not only won the hearts of the ordinary natives, but also united all the traversers—after all, they are not gods, and as they go deeper and deeper into this time and space, people will die at any time.Although everyone knows that everything is empty after death, they know that they will be buried grandly after death, lying under a marble stele on a lawn with green grass, instead of being thrown in a pile of smoky graves. Be brave in the face of death.

"I bought a bagpipe and brought it with me, so no one knows how to play it!" Wei Aiwen looked "bad", "I thought Little Bear could play it, but in the end he can play "The Grenadier March" with the flute. 》There will be nothing else. Otherwise, the effect will be better!"

"Don't keep showing yourself credit. If Xiao Zishan hadn't proposed the proposal to build the Cuigang Cemetery to the executive committee more than a month ago, would it have achieved this effect now?"

"Did he also make some contributions? I don't deny—"

"It's good that you can recognize other people's contributions." Ma Qianju vaguely felt that Wei Aiwen had something wrong recently.But one thing's for sure: he's starting to inflate himself.

(End of this chapter)