At the same time that Li Shi Min ordered the Turkic envoy to enter.
On the bank of Weishui River, 200,000 refugees and locals were still shuttling back and forth on the battlefield.
Some were in charge of collecting weapons, some were in charge of handling the corpses of the warhorses, and some were in charge of burying the corpses of the Turks.
In addition to the corpses of the Turks, there were also the corpses of the Tang army.
The scene of the battlefield froze their heroic looks at the last moment.
In some places, there were only one or two corpses of Tang soldiers, surrounded by a circle of Turkic corpses.
Some of the corpses were covered in arrows and were still crawling forward.
There were even some who did not fear death and rode their horses into a head-on collision with the Turkic cavalry, ultimately being trampled to a bloody pulp.
Everyone looked at the tragic scene with tears in their eyes.
The bodies of these young men who had passed away were still struggling to kill their enemies.
His life had already been spilled on the land of his hometown along with his blood.
Until death, he had never looked back at his home.
"Soldiers of the Han Family, return, my soul ~"
"Soldiers of the Han Family, return, my soul ~"
The mournful elegy with a sobbing tone resounded across the bank of Weishui River.
There was a national war on the bank of the Wei River!
Occasionally, there would be a cry of surprise from the crowd."Tang Army, alive! Hurry up! Military doctor!"
Then, someone would carry the wounded and run toward the military doctor's camp, followed by a large group of people.
He was ready to relay at any time.
At this time, everyone's morale would be boosted and they would cheer loudly.
People's faces would also be filled with the desire for life and admiration for miracles.
In the afternoon, the sun hung lazily in the west sky.
The battlefield was finally cleaned up.
The corpses of all the Turks had been dragged into twenty ten thousand graves and buried.
The bodies of the Tang army were also sent to the gathering place, registered, and cremated.
An official brought five bailiffs and escorted a carriage filled with heavy wooden boxes to the scene.
" This is a blind date," he shouted." This is a small token of gratitude from the government on behalf of the Tang army for helping to collect the corpses."”
"Everyone, please come over and line up. One tael of silver per person is not much. Thank you for your hard work over the past two days and one night!”
No one responded. The commoners just looked at him quietly.
"Sir, please give this silver to the families of the soldiers who died in battle!”
A refugee in ragged clothes shouted in a hoarse voice.
"Sir, please hand it over to the families of the deceased soldiers!”
Two hundred thousand people shouted in unison. In the end, the accents from all over the world converged into one sentence.
"We don't want money!"
"We don't want money!"
……
"You guys…"
The official's eyes reddened. He opened his mouth, but he felt his chest tighten. He could not say anything.
These refugees who were in the most difficult situation refused to accept the money without hesitation.
One tael of silver was enough to feed a family of five for half a month.
The local commoners didn't even look at this cart of silver.
"Good! Good…With such unity, how could the people of the Great Tang be afraid of a mere Outsider?”
The official instantly teared up.
"Sir, look!"
A bailiff pointed to the north bank, and the official looked in that direction.
At least a thousand people were shouting and pulling a huge stone tablet with a dozen long ropes.
On the huge stone tablet, there was a sentence: "Champion Marquis Li Mo killed Jie Li Khan.”
Strictly speaking, this was not a stone tablet, but a huge weathered rock.
The commoners who were moving this huge rock were already exhausted.
However, after they used their remaining strength to drag the stone tablet up.
He still had to adjust the position meticulously to ensure that the stone tablet was right at the place where Jie Li Khan died.
At this moment, they all had a stubbornness that was close to obsessive-compulsive disorder. They were afraid that they would not place it in the right place.
It would tarnish Li Mo's achievements.
The others stopped what they were doing and looked at the laborers who were fiddling with the stone tablets on the high platform.
He was afraid that his heavy breathing would mess up the arrangement of the stone tablets.
In the end…
"Great Tang's victory!"
" Champion Marquis, Wan Sheng!"
After carefully confirming that the stone tablet was not placed wrongly, the laborers carrying it burst out with a passionate slogan.
Instantly, it was as if someone was giving orders.
refugees, commoners, officials, and yamen officers.
They all roared loudly.
"Great Tang's victory!"
" Champion Marquis, Wan Sheng!"
……
Fifteen minutes later, at the place where the Tang Dynasty soldiers were cremated.
Over 50,000 refugees from Youzhou Province received 282 urns.
The owners of these ashes were the 282 White Horse followers who had followed Li Mo into the enemy's formation and died in battle.
"The soldiers who followed Lord Marquis here must be disciples of Youzhou.”
"The Turks have already dispersed. It's time for us to return home.”
"We can starve to death, we can die of exhaustion, but we can't let the soldiers of Youzhou suffer!”
An old gentry tore a thin shroud with trembling hands.
Then, he draped it over his body.
Whoosh...
The sound of cloth being torn could be heard from the crowd.
A moment later, everyone was covered in hemp.
The able-bodied man was holding these urns in his hands.
"Let's go and bid farewell to the Marquis Champion. We will send the hero home!”The gentry shouted.
"Go home!"
"Go home!"
The crowd burst into cheers filled with hope for the future.
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