Chapter 363: Build a mountain of people to honor the heroes

Chapter 363: Build a mountain of people to honor the heroes

Chapter 363: Build a mountain of people to honor the heroes

The battle in Dingbian City continued without stopping.

The blood light rising into the sky almost submerged the entire Dali sky.

Compared to the gloomy Dali, Jingdong is enjoying rare good weather at this moment.

The 3,000 cavalry led by Mu Chun had crossed the river from Xinhua Prefecture and entered the territory of Jingdong.
At this moment, the water of the Lidu River is surging.
Waves of water vapor filled the air, making the sky a little more hazy.

In this hazy moment, a group of soldiers stood by the river.
His face was extremely solemn, and his heart was filled with unspeakable absurdity.

At this moment, on the pebble bank on the west bank of the Lidu River,
There were countless bodies piled up.
Their skin was white and wrinkled from being soaked.

You can also see dense knife wounds on the body, as well as holes on the chest, cheeks and exposed skin.

There is no blood, but it looks extremely hideous and terrifying.

Looking far ahead, they could also see corpses blocked by many stones and driftwood.
At this moment, it is being washed by the river water, floating up and down in the water.

Mu Chun stopped in front of the battle formation, frowning.
Looking at their clothes and armor, I made a decision in my heart.
These people are all soldiers from Luchuan.
They should be soldiers from Jingdong camp.

As for the cause of death, it is also very simple.
The only Ming army active in Jingdong now is the vanguard scout unit led by his brother-in-law.

And these dense musket wounds also silently prove this point.

However, a hint of doubt flashed across Muchun's eyes.
Why were there so many dead bodies on the river bank?

There may be more than a thousand bodies along this stretch of river alone.

He had no doubt about his brother-in-law's ability.

But these bodies appeared in the river,
It seemed as if the Luchuan camp deliberately handled the corpses in this way.

At this time, more than ten soldiers who went to investigate covered their noses and ran away in a hurry.

After summarizing the information, the leader reported:

"General, these victims have been dead for at least five days.
The bodies had already begun to rot and stink, and most of them died from being shot by muskets.

Their wounds were densely distributed on their upper bodies.
There were very few knife wounds, and there were also very few weapons such as spears. "

"Were they all killed by muskets?"

Mu Chun tilted his head and looked at Li Du Jiangshui in front of him, his heart full of doubts.

How did they manage to kill these Luchuan soldiers and then have their bodies appear in the river?

Could it be that they lured the enemy out of the camp and then wiped them out by the river?
Mu Chun shook his head and quickly rejected this idea.
There were nearly 100,000 people in the Luchuan camp, so there was no chance for the musketeers to fire at them.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Chun suppressed his doubts.

He waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to return to their ranks, and then gave the order:

"We will walk carefully along the river and make a detour when we are within ten miles of Luchuan camp."

"Yes!"

Following loud roars, Mu Chun waved his hand, and the group continued on their journey without stopping.

The cavalry galloped, the sound of horses' hooves continued.
In the past, traveling was always boring and full of tension.
Whether it is the anticipation or confusion about the upcoming war, it will make the soldiers absent-minded.

This has nothing to do with whether the soldiers are elite or not; it is just human nature.

But at this moment, the three thousand elite cavalry led by Mu Chun did not feel bored or confused, and their eyes were no longer empty.
Instead, they all frowned and stared at the riverside.

Corpses, corpses, corpses everywhere.

They had already traveled nearly fifty miles.

The warhorse also began to pant heavily because it had not been able to rest for a long time, and its pace slowed down.
But the endless stream of corpses never stopped.
They just lay alone on the river bank, piled up in groups of three or five, and at a glance they didn't look like there were many of them.

But it stretched for fifty miles, which made some soldiers present feel absurd and fearful.

What exactly happened in Luchuan Camp?
Could it be that the river god was angered, causing the river to surge and flood the camp?
If you think about it carefully, there is no such possibility.
All the elite soldiers in the army are good at setting up camp.

The water of the Lidu River could not flood the camp in any way.

What's more, the corpses in front of us are very similar to the first ones found, and most of them died from muskets.

Mu Chun's face was full of disbelief. The distance was fifty miles.
There must have been at least five thousand bodies, left alone to rot by the river.

These are just the bodies washed up by the current.
There are countless more that have sunk to the bottom of the river or disappeared.

Could it be that tens of thousands of people died in the Luchuan camp?
Seeing more and more corpses,

As they got closer to the Luchuan camp, Mu Chun had to consider this possibility.

He raised his head suddenly, "Stop!"

The group of 3,000 people slowly stopped.

Mu Chun ordered:
"Rest here and have dinner!"

The group of people were absent-mindedly gathering their horses and replenishing their energy.

Mu Chun summoned Zhuo Xiaofeng, a centurion of the army, and ordered:

"Less than twenty miles ahead is the Luchuan camp.

Take the brothers to see what happened in Luchuan camp?
If the enemy's defenses are lax, get closer to find out the enemy's situation.
Otherwise, retreat quickly and don’t expose your whereabouts.”

Zhuo Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, and he was ready to go.

He had long wanted to go and see what was going on.

He clasped his hands and said:
"Sir, we will not fail in our mission."

"Go." Mu Chun frowned and waved his hand.

An hour later, the sound of violent horse hooves could be heard.
A group of black-armored cavalry suddenly appeared in the mountains and forests south of Luchuan Camp.

From a distance, Mu Chun could see the messy and absurd camp in front of him.
Outside the camp, the flames seemed to have not yet been completely extinguished.

The curls of black smoke and water vapor intertwined, releasing endless wailing and desolation.

The broken wooden fences and torn flags swayed helplessly in the wind, like the last whispers of the defeated.

The flag that barely tries to raise its head is powerless to tell the story of its past glory and present decline.

"What happened?"

Mu Chun joined the army when he was only a teenager. He fought on the battlefield for ten years and experienced countless battles, big and small, but none of them was as absurd as today.
This is a camp that can accommodate 300,000 Luchuan troops.
Even if the main force has left, there are still 100,000 soldiers and civilians. How could it have become like this?
The soldiers behind him also looked incredulous, staring blankly ahead.

Even though Zhuo Xiaofeng had met her once before, his face was still blank when they met again. He spoke softly:
"Sir, there is no one in the camp for ten miles. It is like this.
I have left soldiers behind to continue exploring northwards, but I don't know what the result will be yet."

Mu Chun nodded somewhat dully.
Even though he is young, his face is full of maturity.

But at this moment, he looked like a shocked young man.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Chun waved his hand and led a group of soldiers to move forward quickly.

Step into it,

Under my feet is a ground mixed with scorched earth and blood.
Occasionally, you can see sparks that have not yet completely cooled down, jumping in the ashes.

Just like the lingering fighting spirit on the battlefield, unwilling yet helpless.

All around, corpses were lying in all directions, some of them were charred by the flames of war, their faces were unrecognizable,
Some still retained the fear and despair they had in life, with their eyes wide open.

Their sight passed through the broken tent and saw the gate that was only half left.
A question flashed through my mind: why is there a big gate in the camp?

But soon, they were shocked by the scene before them.

On both sides of the gate, there were piles of corpses.

The air was filled with a pungent burnt and foul smell, making people suffocate.

A mountain of corpses, a mountain of corpses three feet high,

The bodies were piled up densely, with dense bullet holes on them.

"My lord, he was killed by a musket."

Mu Chun nodded gently, and the absurd guess in his mind emerged again.

Even though I had already abandoned this guess several times on the way here,
But now, it seems that I have to believe it.

It seemed that his brother-in-law had used some unknown means to break into the Luchuan camp.

The group continued walking.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, blowing up the dust and rags on the ground.
It seemed as if one could still hear the moans and cries of the deceased soldiers, echoing in the dead silence for a long time.

The further we went in, the more horrible the scene became. Most of the tents had been burned down.

Only a few ruins were left, barely supporting the crumbling sky.

What was once a granary and arsenal is now just an empty frame and scattered debris.

Silently telling the story of the fierce battles and defeats of the past.

The chaos is absurd, the tragedy is tragic,
The group moved slowly at first, but as they went deeper, the horses' pace became faster and faster.

Anyway, that absurd speculation,
This has become a reality at this moment, the Luchuan camp has really been breached.

As we moved forward, the twenty-mile camp became unusually short.
Before I knew it, I had reached the southernmost part and saw the scouts heading back.
Their eyes were dull at the moment, they walked unsteadily, and seemed absent-minded.
Seeing his subordinates like this, Zhuo Xiaofeng frowned and stepped forward quickly.
"You guys, what happened?"

It was only at this moment that the scouts reacted.
One of the flag bearers quickly pointed to the north with fear and disbelief on his face.

"Sir, please go and have a look."

Mu Chun frowned slightly and looked at the devastated Luchuan camp reluctantly.

He put away the absurdity in his heart and waved his hands vigorously!

The group crossed the winding shore and entered the northern mountainous forest area.

Although the scene here does not directly reveal the cruelty of war as in Luchuan Camp,
But there was a more oppressive atmosphere in the air.

Traces of battle can be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests.
The felled trees, the trunks pierced by arrows,

And those traces of fighting that were hastily covered up but still clearly visible.

But the strange thing is that there are only traces of fighting here, but no corpses.
You can even see blood stains with the outline of a human figure, but there is no corpse.

The scout led the way cautiously in front, and soon...
They walked out of the mountains and forests and came to a relatively open plain.

Everyone's eyes widened, their breathing stopped in an instant, their pupils shook violently, and their minds lost the ability to think for a moment.

Before my eyes, there stood a mountain of people made of flesh, blood, and mud.

The mountain of people was several feet high and extremely wide, standing between heaven and earth, roaring silently at the cruelty of the battlefield.

The sunlight seems to be dim here.

It could only barely penetrate the thick crust of corpses and soil on the surface of the mountain.
Casting mottled and distorted shadows.

On the surface of the mountain of people, broken limbs and arms can be seen everywhere.
They twist or stretch,
It seems to be silently telling the struggle and despair before death.

Some of these limbs have dried up to the color of dead wood.

Some still had some blood and flesh left, emitting a disgusting stench.

What is even more shocking is the half-exposed head on the mountain of people.

They open their eyes wide and stare into nothingness.

Or close your eyes tightly, trying to escape this endless pain.

These heads were mixed with mud and sand, and some were so disfigured that they were difficult to identify.
Some can still vaguely see their appearance before birth.

These heads, like fragments forgotten by time, quietly tell tragic stories.

The wind blows gently,

It brought a mixed smell of dirt and blood from the mountain of people, which made people feel a chill involuntarily.

A stone tablet stood quietly in front of the mountain of people.
Lines of small words are clearly engraved on it.

[Among the scouts in the front army, one in a thousand died, and they were all my relatives and friends.

Today, I vow to kill 50,000 bandits in Luchuan.
To comfort the souls of my brothers, and to build a Jingguan to provide a permanent home for the souls of the dead.

However, this action also caused the souls of the dead and injured to sink, never to be able to reach the other side.

Sad husband!

——Lu Yunyi]
(End of this chapter)