When Li Du returned to the camp, Remonin returned as well.
Most of the dead soldiers were from the Golden Grass tribe. As the chief of the Golden Grass tribe, he was responsible for the whole funeral process.
According to tradition, before the Golden Grass Tribe was buried, they would send a representative to a faraway place to find a reputable fortune-teller that they did not know. In other words, they were African Dark Sorcerers. They would then search for the deceased's soul and bring it back to where it belonged.
They believed that after death, the soul would wander in the grasslands. The dark wizards would find the soul and bury it with the body.
The reason why they did not find a wizard nearby for divination was that they still had to find the cause of death through a wizard.
This confused Li Du. When he heard Remonin's explanation, he said blankly, "Cause of death? Weren't they killed by bullets? Weren't they warriors who died in battle? "
Remonin said, "That's not what we want to know. We want to know if they died because they offended a god, and which god did they offend."
Li Du said blankly, "But you know, they died in battle."
Remonin glanced at him and said, "You can say this to me, but when the tribe arrives and the funeral begins, you must not say it."
Li Du understood what he meant, and so did Lu Guan and the others. They laughed softly and said, "Ha, this is tradition."
Remonin said unhappily, "This is our tradition, but it is based on science."
As he said this, he began to explain, "Look, there are many people in every battle, but why don't everyone die? Why don't others die? Why? "
"Because others are lucky, and the dead are unlucky."
Remonin nodded. "You're right, but why are they unlucky?"
Li Du and the others looked at each other. They could not come up with an answer. Yes, why were the dead the unlucky ones?
Remonin was very satisfied with their reaction. He said, "You can't give an answer, can you? Because they offended a god, and it was the god who caused their bad luck! "
What could Li Du and the others say? This was their tradition, and they had to respect it.
So they nodded and asked, "These poor fellows, which god did they offend?"
"God Ter," Remonin said.
Li Du said, "I would like to hear the details."
Remonin said patiently, "Ter is our Sun God, and the soldiers who died in battle were believers of the Sun God, but they joined the battle at night and angered the Sun God, so the Sun God took their lives."
Godzilla muttered, "These gods are too scary. Luckily, I don't believe in any of them."
Li Du gave him a look. Don't talk nonsense here, attend the funeral, and then leave.
Three days later, when the sun rose in the morning, the funeral officially began.
Because the dead warriors had offended the Sun God and died, Remonin led his people to worship the Sun God. They offered beer and slaughtered animals to appease the gods.
During this period, the oldest elder of the tribe knelt on the grass, facing the east, and kept muttering in the tribal language. This was a sign of repentance and begging the gods not to hurt others.
On the other side, Remonin organized the strong young men of the tribe. Everyone was wearing traditional battle robes, waving their bows, spears, and swords, roaring in the direction of the sun.
Li Du did not understand and asked what was going on. Remonin told him, "Our warriors are questioning the Sun God. Why did he punish our people when they served him devoutly?"
Li Du was confused. "You are repentant and questioning your god at the same time?"
Remonin nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, we are repentant to show our devotion to the Sun God. We are challenging him to tell him that we are not easy to bully! "
What could Li Du say? He could only say that the tradition of the Golden Grass tribe was magical.
A few women were crying at the entrance of the military camp. They wailed and even rolled on the ground, looking very grief-stricken.
This scene made Li Du think that the wives of the soldiers who had died in battle were here to cause trouble. In the end, this was also a tradition to express the feelings of the wives for the death of their husbands. The more grief-stricken they were, the deeper their feelings were.
The others were not allowed to cry. Instead, they prepared the funeral in an orderly manner.
They put the soldiers in their uniforms into the coffins, put the coffins into the hearse, and sent them to the tribe's cemetery.
The hearse was modified from a truck. The vehicle moved slowly, and the tribesmen followed on both sides.
According to the tradition of the Golden Grass tribe, when the hearse was moving, other than the car of the president, no other vehicles were allowed to block or overtake the hearse as a sign of mourning.
The military camp was some distance away from the tribe. The people walked for more than ten kilometers before they reached the tribe's cemetery.
Some pits had been dug there. The soldiers, armed with live ammunition, solemnly stood guard around the cemetery.
The families of the deceased were waiting there. They were not allowed to cry. They had to suppress their grief.
Remonin personally acted as the gravedigger. He jumped into one of the graves, and the strong man above lowered the coffin down. He supported the coffin from below so that it landed smoothly.
At this time, the tribe elders would throw some dried herbs that emitted smoke into the grave. Then, the people would bury the coffin.
As the people scattered the soil, a drum sounded.
This was like a signal. The relatives of the deceased, who had been suppressing their grief, burst into tears.
The thought of so many young men turning into corpses in the blink of an eye made Li Du sad.
If it weren't for him, these young men might still be alive. However, if it weren't for him, when Good launched his attack, everyone here would have died!
He could only say that the Africans were right. If you wanted to live long, stay away from diamonds.
Diamonds were the real cause of their deaths!
At first, he was sad with the people crying, but after a while, he could not bear it anymore. Someone kept beating the drum, and there was a rhythm to it, as if they were playing a song.
The people's crying also had a rhythm. They had to cry according to the rhythm and volume of the drum, sometimes high and sometimes low, the pitch rising and falling. To him, this tradition was ridiculous!
Lu Guan, Brother Wolf, and Godzilla were clearly confused. Brother Wolf pondered for a while and could only say, "Let's respect the tradition of the Golden Grass tribe."
Their tradition was not so simple. The drums would continue until sunset, and the crying would continue until sunset …
Fortunately, only the family members were required to cry. After the coffin was buried, the others could leave.
There was a final activity for the funeral that night. It was a party with a bonfire, singing and dancing, and wine and meat.
Li Du had heard before that Africans were extremely fond of singing and dancing. Wang Zhongshi had also told him that African men were very lazy and did not like to work. Once they were working, they would pretend to be very tired.
However, once the singing and drums started, these Africans, who previously seemed so tired that they could not move, would immediately jump up and dance enthusiastically. If there was a bonfire, they would dance even more enthusiastically!
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. He could not leave that day. He had to attend the party.
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