The war was finally over. Although there was still a faint smell of blood in Feihong Pass after a fierce battle, there was a sense of serenity in the past. On the streets, at the city gates, there were no people coming in and out leisurely. The soldiers of the Mohist army silently cleaned up the battlefield and washed the bloodstains on the streets. Some of the bloodstains were from their comrades, some were from their enemies. Mixed together, no one could tell who had shed the blood, but both sides of the battle had paid a terrible price.
In the morning, Ye Li took Qin Feng, Zhuo Jing, and Wei Lin out of Feihong Pass and came to a hillside not far from Feihong Pass. When they arrived, there were already many people waiting there. Most of the people present were injured, and some were even seriously injured. Everyone had a solemn look on their faces. This was the place where more than a thousand Qi Lin were buried. Seeing Ye Li arrive, the more than one hundred Qi Lin immediately stood up straight and saluted in unison, "Greetings to Wangfei."
Ye Li nodded solemnly and stood up, "No need to be so polite."
"Many thanks to Wangfei for personally coming to attend the funeral of our brothers." A middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes came forward and saluted Ye Li respectfully. This was the only surviving commander of the Qilin's squad who was stationed at Feihong Pass this time. Although Ye Li could not remember the names of all the Qi Lin team members, Ye Li knew most of the team leaders. Because most of these people were the first batch of Qi Lin team members who stood out. Many of their skills were even taught by Ye Li personally. Ye Li still remembered that this middle-aged man was called Li Yu. He had the same name as the elegant and knowledgeable Li Yu of Southern Tang, but he was a completely different person. Even when facing his own comrades, he was still very polite. This time, he took the initiative to come forward and talk to Ye Li. It was indeed not easy for him to take the initiative to talk to her.
A bitter smile appeared on Ye Li's face. "They were all taught by me, so how could I not come? I … I'm sorry. "
The usually silent man's eyes instantly turned red. He looked at Ye Li and choked out: "No, it has nothing to do with Wang Fei. Since he was a soldier … it was a blessing to die on the battlefield. It's just that we … "Ye Li looked around. Compared to the neat and extraordinary Qi Lin of the past, the more than a hundred wounded soldiers now looked somewhat dispirited and sorrowful. Over a hundred men who had never retreated in the face of thousands of soldiers and horses were now looking at the neat rows of tombs in front of them with red eyes. Lying inside were all their comrades who had gone through fire and water with them. Perhaps two days ago, they had gathered together to chat and laugh about their families, wives, children, and future. But now, they were separated by life and death.
Ye Li sighed softly and walked to the front of the tomb, where there was a small open space. She respectfully bowed three times to the tombs and said in a deep voice: "Chancellor!"
Behind her, Qin Feng and Wei Lin took the wine jars and walked to the tombs in front of them. They sprinkled some wine in front of each grave. The Qilin soldiers at the side saw this and followed the two of them to sprinkle wine along each grave.
The low whimpering sound of a zither came from the empty space in front of them. Everyone turned back and saw Ye Li sitting on the ground with a simple ebony zither on her knees. Ye Li's white fingers strummed and the whimpering sound of the zither slowly flowed from her fingers. The sound of the zither was simple and unadorned, and the faint melody it played was even more desolate and sorrowful. This was the Soul Summoning Song.
Ye Li's zither skills were not very good. There was not even a trace of sorrow on her face. However, the sound of the zither that flowed out from her fingers made everyone feel a faint sadness and regret. Yes, it was not sorrow, but regret. Regret that she could not do better. Regret that so many outstanding soldiers died in such a way.
Suddenly, the sound of the zither changed and gradually became more intense. Every string seemed to be plucking at everyone's heart. It made everyone involuntarily think of the past. The pride and joy of just joining Qi Lin, the countless difficult training and the experience of going through life and death together, and the pride of going to the battlefield together.
"A man should know that the kindness of the country is great. Dying on the battlefield is a good ending!" Someone shouted in a deep voice, "Brothers … Farewell!"
"Toast!" Everyone raised the wine jars in their hands and faced the tombs in front of them and drank it in one gulp. In the sound of the zither, countless tears flowed down together with the wine, wetting the land under their feet where countless heroes slept. Brothers … go well … take care of yourselves!
After the song ended, Ye Li stood up and casually placed the ebony zither on the ground beside her. Looking at the tearful soldiers in front of her, she said in a deep voice: "Li Yu!"
The middle-aged commander called Li Yu came forward and said respectfully: "This subordinate is here!"
Ye Li looked at him and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you are Qi Lin's Deputy Commander. This consort orders you to take Qi Lin back to recuperate. Once everyone's injuries are healed, immediately return to Glass City. Within a year, this consort wants to see a complete Qi Lin. Can you … do it? "
Li Yu could not help but be stunned. Meeting Ye Li's firm and clear eyes, he hurriedly said: "This subordinate accepts the order! This subordinate promises that within a year … I will give the consort a complete Qi Lin! "Ye Li's order really gave Li Yu a shock. The importance and rank of Qi Lin's Deputy Commander was extremely extraordinary. Even the third son of the Xu family, who had joined Qi Lin for several years, was absolutely top-notch in terms of ability and ferocity on the battlefield. Moreover, he was Princess Ding's cousin. Even so, Xu Qingfeng was just one of the twelve commanders of Qi Lin. At this time, the consort promoted him to Deputy Commander …
As if reading Li Yu's mind, Ye Li said lightly: "Those who left are your brothers. This consort hopes that you can personally fill their positions again."
"This subordinate accepts the order!" Li Yu said loudly. This time, his tone was more excited. Ye Li nodded and said: "Everyone's injuries are not healed yet. Go back and rest early."
"Yes, this subordinate will leave!" Li Yu nodded in response. He turned around and led more than a hundred Qi Lin soldiers back to Feihong Pass.
"Consort, we should also go back." Zhuo Jing said softly. Ye Li shook her head and said: "I want to stay a little longer." Ye Li sat down on the ground again, placed the ebony zither on her lap and played casually. There was no fixed tune, only intermittent playing. In this bleak white graveyard, it made people feel even more sad.
On a high ground not far from Qi Lin's graveyard, Mo Xiuyao and Han Mingyue stood side by side. Looking sideways, they happened to see the calm face of the woman in plain clothes sitting on the white graveyard. Han Mingyue looked at Mo Xiuyao, whose hair was as white as snow, and said: "Since you are worried, why don't you go and take a look?"
Mo Xiuyao glanced at him and said lightly: "I know what to do."
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