What happened?

At this moment, several soldiers from the northwest who followed Fan Jianglin and were walking in the funeral procession kept asking in their hearts.

They were already surprised when they saw the mourners outside the city, but they didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

So many people!

So many people!

Oh my god, why are there so many people! It seems like the entire capital came out to greet us!

Oh my god, is this really just a small shop owner?

The soldiers stood numbly in the funeral procession. Looking around, they saw that the darkness in their sight was full of people. There were people standing in front, back, left, and right, even upstairs, on roofs, and on big trees on both sides of the road.

People who couldn't squeeze in yelled loudly and tried their best to squeeze in. Crowds of people were everywhere. Many people who were originally in the funeral procession held hands and tried hard to block the flow of people so as not to be blocked. Every one of them was exhausted.

He tried his best to persuade and shouted, his face turned red.

The soldiers raised their heads and looked at the overwhelming paper money, turning the whole world into a vast whiteness. It seemed that the whole world was mourning together.

The city was filled with mourners to welcome the heroic souls.

The soldiers, who didn't know a word of Chinese characters, suddenly thought of such a sophisticated sentence.

This sentence is not what they said, but what I heard others say before.

It was after a great war in the northwest a few years ago. The officers, soldiers and people of a castle lived and died with the city. They fought against the Western thieves for three days with the strength of the whole city. In the end, almost all of them were killed. Then the entire northwest front was built for the mourners.

At the Yingling Temple, everyone wore sackcloth and mourned for the funeral. They were still young at that time, and their impression was of the deafening sound of suonas, gongs and drums, and the overwhelming paper money. People from seven towns and eight forts came to pay their respects to the funeral.

At that time, some literati wrote articles and poems to describe and record this incident. They could not remember other gorgeous words, but they only remembered this simple and straightforward sentence.

They never dreamed that they would see this scene in the capital, and that the mourners would be five soldiers like them.

Who are these people?

"You brothers, escort them to Beijing properly, and we can guarantee you a rich future."

Before leaving, Xu Sigen's words rang in his ears.

At that time, I heard a few of them saying nothing, but I was laughing in my heart.

The Maoyuanshan brothers have not yet had a rich and prosperous future themselves, but they have lost their lives and tell them this? It is ridiculous for everyone to hear this.

At this moment, it seems that this statement is really not ridiculous.

Can the ability to make the whole city tremble and come to mourn him still not protect the wealthy and prosperous future of these little soldiers?

The soldiers instantly got goosebumps all over their bodies.

The rapid and neat sound of horseshoes came in the commotion, accompanied by a chorus of shouts.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

After receiving the news, 50% of the city patrol soldiers from the Army and Horse Division also took a breath of cold air when they saw the crowd on the street with their own eyes.

No wonder the city gate officials reported that there was going to be civil unrest. Looking at the dark crowd on the street, the dozen or so of them felt a little scared even though they had armored spears in their hands.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" the leader of the patrol shouted.

"What are we not doing but watching people attend funerals?"

"I want to ask for a bowl of wine."

The crowd shouted in confusion.

Watching someone's funeral? Begging for a bowl of wine? Bah, do you think he is a fool?

I don’t know who died. Is this to incite people to cause trouble?

"Why did you enter the city when you left the city for a funeral?" the patrolman shouted, waving his hands.

The soldiers behind him immediately swarmed up, holding crossbows and aiming at the group of mourners, ready to prepare.

"Disperse immediately, otherwise we will be prosecuted."

Fan Jianglin was riding on a horse, holding a baby in his arms, looking blankly at the soldiers blocking the road.

The mourners behind him also stood in solemn silence, with white flags fluttering in the wind like a forest, and five coffins almost covered with paper money lined up in the street, forming a strange contrast with the noise around them.

Watching this scene, the patrolman couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Who is this person?

"A certain northwest battalion soldier, Fan Jianglin, sent his brothers who died in five battles back to Beijing for burial." Fan Jianglin said slowly, taking out a notice from his arms.

The patrolman received the notice and found that the identity of the deceased was correct.

"It turned out to be the bravery of the Northwest Battalion." He said, his expression softening slightly.

But how could they cause so many onlookers?

This kind of scene can only be seen when the imperial court has won a great victory and goes to Beijing to present prisoners. At that time, there are coffins accompanying them, but that is a treatment that only military attachés of fifth rank or above who died in battle can enjoy.

When can a few soldiers do this?

"Since it's a burial and it's just outside the city, why did you come into the city?" He asked with a frown, "It's better to turn out of the city quickly."

"grown ups."

The patrolman was stunned for a moment and looked at the man in front of him, a little stunned. Why did the man suddenly speak in a female voice?

"Sir, the reason why you came to the city is because of my arrangement."

Everyone turned around when they were busy, and the patrolman also came back to his senses and turned around. He saw a group of people coming behind him from nowhere. Different from the people watching the excitement around, they were holding white flags, obviously they were also mourning.

At this moment, a woman with a power fence slowly stepped forward. The woman was wearing black clothes and had a hemp rope tied around her waist.

"younger sister."

Seeing this woman, Fan Jianglin, who was riding on the horse, turned over and dismounted. Whether it was because he had been riding for a long time or because he was too sad, he staggered and almost fell down, but the child in his arms giggled because of the stagger.

"Sister," Fan Jianglin called with a choked voice as he came closer, "I brought them back."

This plain sentence was said in a hoarse voice, and the patrolman standing aside couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and his eyes fell on the five coffins.

The two maids beside the woman were already kneeling on the ground and crying loudly.

Along the way, only the men were accompanying them. Except for the first sob at the roadside festival, they were no longer crying. At this moment, a woman's cry finally sounded, which made the funeral atmosphere even more intense.

At the same time, I don't know whether the baby was finally frightened by so many people or frightened by the woman's cry, so he started crying loudly.

The noisy crowd around him gradually quieted down, and in the dark street, only the cries of two women and children echoed, making the atmosphere even more strange and depressing.

"Sir." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the patrol, "The cemetery was chosen in the east of the city."

Xun Jia looked at what she was going to say, and Cheng Jiaoniang continued speaking first.

"However, you can also go outside the city in the east of the city. You don't have to go through the city," she said.

I know it very well, Xunjia thought.

"But, I promised my brothers that when they leave Beijing for the northwest." Cheng Jiaoniang said, a slight smile appeared on her face. Unfortunately, no one could see the smile under the power fence. Her eyes turned to the five cars.

There are five coffins on the top, "When they serve the country loyally and return home in triumph, they will be greeted by horses, strong wine and fireworks in the streets."

As she spoke, she slowly passed the patrol armor and walked towards the coffin. At the same time, she stretched out her hand and stroked the horse pulling the cart.

These are five horses with the same coat color. A knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that they are a rare good horse, and an ignorant person will also praise the horse.

I was so focused on the excitement that I didn't notice that the horse pulling the carriage was also so good.

"They are back at this time..."

It's a pity that he left as a living person, but returned without a cold coffin.

The people around him sighed.

"They also served their country loyally and won the victory, so my promise must be counted."

Cheng Jiaoniang said, taking back her hand from the horse.

Shopkeeper Wu who was following him immediately handed over a wine jar with his own hands, and Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand to take it.

"Brothers, this is the spirit brewed by my sister for you. It is unique in the world."

As she spoke, she tipped the wine jar, and the aroma immediately dispersed.

Seeing the white wine pouring on the ground, the quiet crowd became commotion.

"Oh, what a pity! Oh, the wine is so good..."

"Don't pour it all down, keep some, keep some..."

There were noisy words in the crowd, and the crowd stirred up a wave.

Cheng Jiaoniang finished pouring the jar of wine and turned to look at Xun Jia again.

"My lord, now that my brothers have returned, they share the same sorrow and joy, so I invite you all to drink together." She said, "My lord, please have a sip and have a taste. This wine of mine is worthy of my brothers."

Fierce and loyal to the liver and gallbladder."

The patrolman was startled for a moment. Shopkeeper Wu had already brought some drinks to him, not only to him, but also to every soldier.
To be continued...