Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 698 Walking Home
Time: December [-]th of the third year of Xuanhe in the Tang Dynasty, that is, the third day after Hu Biao and others captured the city of Kucha.

Location: On an open field outside the city gate.

Thanks to the Hu people in the city, a fiery passion for work erupted under the stimulation of things like cattle and sheep, bones, and skins.

By this morning, the materials that a group of netizens returned to Chang'an were basically ready.

So they planned to do nothing, take a good rest for a day, and set off early tomorrow morning after recharging their energy.

In response to such a decision, the netizens whose rest and sleep time did not exceed six hours a day in the past few days almost stopped cheering after hearing about it.

Especially the rookies, they laughed until their teeth were showing.

It's just that after they had a meal of beef buns, they didn't go to sleep right away.

Instead, one by one, Qiqi arrived outside the city, and the expressions on everyone's faces were unusually cautious.

The reason is very simple. Before they left, they would naturally not ignore Guo Shuai and the bones of the veterans of the Anxi Army and let the Tubo people who came back continue to insult them.

Because I was worried that even if I found a way to bury it, it would be dug out by those Tubo people, and it would continue to be exposed to the wind and sun, and let the wild dogs eat it.

Therefore, after a little research, Hu Biao, Yang Dongli and others made a unanimous decision:
All the bones are cremated with a fire, and then brought back to Datang, so that the ashes of these old soldiers can be buried in the homeland where they missed and dreamed countless times during their lifetime.

Even for this reason, they almost had to squeeze out at least two precious sledges to bring back the ashes of more than 1000 kilograms; it still couldn't stop them from making such a decision.

After everyone gathered, there were many barbarians busy outside the city gate.

Already, one large and one small have appeared, and there are two piles of firewood in total.

The reason for this is that it was one of the small firewood piles, which was used to burn Guo Shuai's bones, and after they were brought back to Datang, they could be handed over to the Guo family.

And another pile of firewood, which was several times larger, had a total of 2163 skulls piled on it.

Because they were some skulls, in the current era where there is no detection method at all, even if the gods came, they would not be able to tell which old soldier it was.

Naturally, it cannot be said that they were cremated after separation, and the relevant ashes were given to their families.

Therefore, they can only be burned together, mixed together and brought back.

At that time, it was given to their family members, and after being buried in the ancestral tomb, more or less part of them was themselves, and thus entered their own ancestral tomb.

It can be regarded as a hasty way, there is no other way...

After Hu Biao and others gathered outside the city gate, most of the Hu people in the city came out to watch the excitement, perhaps out of curiosity.

Ignoring those barbarians with unusually complicated eyes.

Hu Biao, Fengrui, AT, Yang Dongli, Xufeng, Cangguan, Langqing, Huang Yizhide and several other veterans who participated in the first mission in the past.

They all picked up a lit torch and walked towards the two piles of firewood.

I intend to send these comrades who fought side by side in the past to their last journey.

In this way, the pile of firewood, which was sprinkled with some flax oil, soon began to burn; after the pile of firewood was burned and cooled.

They would break the unburned bones with a hammer, collect them all, and finally pack them nicely.

But in such a process, Yun Qing, a young Taoist priest who is definitely considered ordinary in the modern plane, suddenly had a thought.

Standing in front of the fire, he began to mutter:

"At that time, the Heavenly Venerable Rescue Suffering filled the realms of the ten directions, and often rescued all living beings with majestic power, so that they would be freed from going astray, and all living beings would not be aware of it..."

This is the "Taishang Dongxuan Lingbao Rescue Suffering Sutra" used to save the dead in the Zhengyi sect he belongs to.

It is very strange that I don't know if the white hair wind that is still raging this morning has played a part.

It is still under the influence of some mysterious forces that cannot be explained by science.

The sound of chanting Taoist scriptures in Yun Qing's mouth was not loud, but the thousands of Hu people who watched the excitement behind them could hear clearly in their ears.

Among them, the number of Hu people who can understand Chinese accounts for [-]% of the number.

But after hearing the scriptures in their ears, they could clearly feel a kind of power that they didn't understand, but it was extremely mysterious.

Under such a force, the first elderly barbarian hesitated for a while.

In the end, he knelt down to the fire piously, muttering words, his body dropped to the ground, and his forehead was tightly pressed against the cold and snowy ground.

In the time that followed, one after another Huren fell to their knees.

In the end, in less than 2 minutes, a total of [-] people, regardless of gender, age, or age, all knelt silently into a large group.

This situation lasted for about 5 minutes.

Suddenly, a voice full of surprises sounded: "God is above, the sun has come out, and the sun has come out."

After hearing such a sentence, I have been immersed in the previous time, and I instinctively looked up at Hu Biao in the memories of those comrades in the Anxi Army in the past.

It was at this time that I was surprised to find that at some point, the white hair wind that had been raging for several days actually stopped completely.

There is a thick layer on the top of the head, which makes people see behind the eyes.

The dark clouds that could be said to be extremely depressing in my heart are gradually dissipating.

Suddenly, a golden sun shines down from the gap between the dark clouds; it is so golden, it looks so warm and makes people feel good...

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In the early morning of the next day, under the complex eyes of the Hu people in the city, two teams, one large and one small, left the gate of Qiucha City one after another.

The small group of people is Hu Biao and others who plan to return to Chang'an today.

There are a total of 31 people, 128 high-quality war horses, and 15 snow sledges. Each sledge is filled with miscellaneous materials such as food, tents, fuel, medicine, spirits, property, and even fodder.

As for the other large troop, the scale is much larger in comparison.

There are more than [-] men and women in total, including horses, camels, cattle, and various living materials, it is quite a large team.

These people were saved by Hu Biao and the others, those Hu people who were originally slaves of the Tubo people.

There is no doubt that the nearby Tubo army will kill them as soon as they receive the news; if they still stay, then the outcome can be imagined.

Therefore, although they will not return to Chang'an with Hu Biao and others.

It is also wise to know that Hu Biao will not bring these burdens.

In order to survive, they would rather go out of the city under such a difficult environment and go to the wilderness to avoid the revenge of the Tubo people.

But at the moment of parting, that orchid named Releika couldn't help but asked: "General Hu, and all the nobles from the Tang Dynasty, you will definitely come back, right?"

"Of course, we will definitely come back, so live well and don't die in the hands of the Tubo people." After hearing the words, Hu Biao replied with certainty.

Then, after turning around, he yelled out another sentence: "Go, go home, go back to Chang'an~"

Under the content of such a simple sentence, an inexplicable emotion rose in the hearts of all the netizens.

With such an emotion, wrapped in thick fur, he turned into a handlebar-style wolf blue; he flicked the whip in his hand with a 'crack~',
He also yelled out in a cheerful mood: "Go, go home, drive~"

Immediately, the sledge pulled by two horses began to trot.

Five minutes later, looking at the teams that had gone away, Hu Jiruileka's big team also started to move in another direction.

And after about an hour, a dozen or so Tibetans who had survived hiding in Tibet in the middle of the city these days also left the city in a hurry on the stolen horses.

After leaving the city, they rushed towards the nearest Khotan city.

He intends to report the news that there is still a remnant of the Anxi Army of the Tang Dynasty, and that he has killed all the defenders of Kucha City, and report it as quickly as possible...

(End of this chapter)