The battle was already cowardly enough. If the brothers' corpses remained on the battlefield and allowed the rebels to ruin them, then the last little cohesion of the new army would be gone!

So Bo Min and other officers strongly demanded that they must take away the bones of their brothers, otherwise they would never retreat. This is not acting voluntarily, but the limitations of that era!

When an army forms an army, it will soon form a group with its own independent thoughts. How can this group gather together?

It is just rewards for merit, punishment for crimes, brotherhood, and great reputation! But in this era, the power of great reputation is the weakest.

Just as Xiao Letian said, if an army has no thoughts and soul, no real program, and does not know where the road is going, where the hope for the future lies!

Then this army will become a knife without thoughts, and will soon become warlords, independent, and cancer that extracts people's blood!

This limitation could be seen by people at that time, but they did not have a way to crack it!

Bai Min and others knew very well that when this battle was like this, there would definitely be no contribution to the return, and only punishment was given. The emperor would not have any good face to the defeated army.

The emperor is the great name for their army. Only with the emperor and others can they have a future job and hope for the future!

There is no hope of rewarding, and they have to be punished for being loyal, and these people will only rely on the last one to survive in the future, brotherhood, and keep warm!

So the corpse cannot be lost. If the military spirit is lost, it will be gone. I guess I can't even keep the establishment in the future, and everyone's hard work over the years will be in vain.

What’s even more terrifying is that the dead will die in vain. The living cannot take good care of themselves. Who will take care of the dead’s families?

To put it more bluntly, who will burn paper money for these unjust souls to visit the grave in the Qingming Festival?

If you lose your bones, these living people are actually dead, socially, politically, and spiritually!

The scene was dead here, and the only person who could mediate was Fu Qing. He had been lifted onto the airship by a hanging basket. He was in a deep coma and was about to transport it back to the capital!

No one can mediate the rest of the people, let alone suppress them!

Jiang Lie sighed, "Yes...but how can you collect it? So many brothers, you have to collect it for ten days and half a month!"

"It's hard to deal with it! Even if the burial is finished, I will commit suicide and Xie Guo..." Bai Min said with a long sigh.

At this moment, a person spoke, "Don't do it anymore... Let me do this! It should be the most appropriate thing for us to deal with..."

Everyone turned their heads, but found that it was Shimazu Dairo who spoke. He looked at the people present calmly. "In our Fuso tradition, after the bloody battle, both sides can collect the bodies, with the mercy of the Buddha!"

"I don't believe that China, the mother country of Fusang culture, would abandon such traditions and not even allow the deceased to be buried?"

"All the Fusang samurai present, stand up! Only we can complete this task!"

After saying that, Shimazu Dairo began to disarm himself, rifle, bayonet, pistol, hand #thunder, bullets, smoke #fog bombs, daggers... all kinds of combat equipment were removed and placed neatly in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, eleven soldiers with swordsmanship walked out of the Chinese railway soldiers. They were all members of the foreign legion's sword drawing team and belonged to Fusang soldiers!

The eleven people walked behind Shimazu Dairo and began to disarm themselves, leaving only the Taidao and the Libiao!

Jiang Lie looked at him and asked, "You? Can you do it? The Japanese Six is ​​in a rage at this moment. You will die if you go... Besides, you only have twelve people, how many brothers can you bury?"

Bai Min also said, "No need for you! We will take the heart, we don't need for you to go to the Guizi Six to die!"

Daro Shimazu shook his head, "I'm not going to die! I'm going to negotiate with Prince Gong... The two countries will fight and come to the envoy, and he should be able to understand this truth!"

"I'll find a way to convince him! Then I will spend money to hire a group of victims and ask the victims to help collect the bodies... Don't worry, retreat. I will carefully cremate my brother's body, properly pack the ashes, and take them back to the capital!"

"Do you have a better way than me? We are from Fusang, and in fact...haha... we are also aliens. We are not Han people. It is more convenient to negotiate with the Eight Banners Prince of Manchu!"

"He wouldn't even hate us Fusang people who are not very close to each other, right? Besides, this matter is good for him, and he can have a reputation for benevolence and righteousness!"

"Does the king want a reputation?"

After Shimazu Daro said that, everyone was silent, and no one knew how to refute him. At this time, Shimazu Daro said, "Find us some white cloth and bamboo poles, give me some hard currency and easy-to-carry banknotes..."

There are white cloths on the train. The whole white cloth is torn into strips of cloth more than 30 centimeters wide and more than one meter long, and then tied vertically to the bamboo pole!

One by one, you can make it by recognizing the flag. These are all crafts that Japanese samurai must learn. They will never be forgotten after being passed down for thousands of years!

It’s not enough to just recognize the flag with white cloth. Shimazu Daro and others respectfully wrote a line of big words "Namo Amitabha" on the flag recognition!

With the help of other comrades, the twelve flags were tied firmly on their backs, and they carefully selected twelve war horses, and the twelve warriors turned over horses.

Bai Min walked over and grabbed the reins. "Don't you bring any weapons? It's too dangerous..."

Shimazu Dairo patted Taidao. "Apart from the rituals of the samurai, we do not bring any modern weapons... in fact, it is safer. Otherwise, even the twelve of us could not have fought hundreds of thousands of rebels even if we were gods!"

"Please retreat with confidence. The lives of the wounded soldiers are important. We must take care of the dead brothers, and the living must take good care of the living... The deceased falls like cherry blossoms, and the living should drink and have fun under the flower rain!"

"Death is not scary, it is just permanent peace!"

The twelve warriors rode their horses and whipped them, running towards the retreat of the southern rebels. The remaining people looked at their backs speechless for a long time!

In this bloody battle, Fu Qing vomited blood and fainted, and the Japanese Sixth was not as good as that. The sudden appearance of airships and armored trains disrupted all his plans. Seeing the big fish slip away, Yi was so angry that his headache was split!

At this moment, Zai Cheng got a carriage. Yi? was lying in the carriage, tightening the white towel on his forehead, and an imperial physician was carefully using acupuncture!

"Father... don't be too anxious. Fu Qing escaped and ran away. He is lucky. Anyway, we will win this battle..." Zai Cheng supported the Japanese Lieutenant and whispered.

Yi? He clenched his fists in pain and said, "Why? Why did Xiao Letian intervene... I'm not surprised that the airship appears, why does the armored train appear?"

"Damn... Why did Ito send the information? Didn't he say that Xiao Letian has left? Isn't the group of dragons in the moment? Why did the armored train start to move?"
Chapter completed!