vrcanaries Chapter 689 Civil servants’ insights
Chapter 689 Civil servants’ insights
Sun Ting on the side asked quickly,
"Excuse me, Commander, how do we distinguish our army from the enemy?"
Old Liu was stunned when he heard this.
"No, look at the color of their armor. The Yan army's is black, the Chu army's is whitish, and the Qian army's is light yellow.
The two battlefields are not connected. The Chu army is on the east, and the Qian army is on our side. As long as they are not wearing black armor, they must be the enemy.
Come on, follow me and get the torches and cart."
Many civil servants divided themselves into teams and followed Lao Liu, receiving some carts and torches.
They walked to the battlefield, and just as they approached, the pungent smell of blood and corpses hit them in the face, almost making them vomit.
Old Liu pointed to the scarf around his neck and said,
"Don't you have a face towel to cover your nose? Never mind, prepare some tomorrow and make do with this tonight.
A newly dead person doesn't stink much, but when the sun comes out tomorrow, you'll smell something authentic."
Old Liu waved his hand, assigned them an area, and asked them to start moving.
The teams dispersed one by one, and the ones walking in the front were of course the top and second place teams.
"Alas, what a horror!"
A civil servant had just bent down when he was frightened and screamed.
There were several corpses lying on the ground. The one on top had its eyes wide open, staring at the sky with its eyes wide open. There was a huge hole in its chest, which was pierced directly through it.
In the light of the torch, everyone seemed to be able to see the unwillingness and desire to survive in his eyes.
"This...how can I start this?"
A civil servant wanted to reach out and lift the body, but he was too scared to touch it.
"This death is too tragic. Why didn't he close his eyes? I didn't dare to do anything when he looked at me like that."
"Brother Zhang, how about you and I help carry him to the car?"
"I don't dare. I don't dare."
Old Liu, who was on patrol, passed by and saw them talking. He thought something was going on, so he walked over and asked,
"What's wrong? Is there something?"
"There's a body."
Lao Liu: ???
Damn, there are so many corpses on the battlefield, is that surprising?
Zhang Sheng pointed at the corpse on the ground and said,
"This...this corpse is too scary."
Hearing this, Lao Liu looked down and smiled.
“This corpse is not scary at all, this corpse is awesome.
Look, there was only a hole on his chest, but his whole body was intact, with all his arms and legs intact. It took only two people to lift him up.
If you come across a bloody corpse with limbs missing, it will be difficult to pick it up.
The ones in the innermost part are the worst off, all of them have been trampled into a pulp. Hey, you have to pick up the pieces of meat piece by piece, that's scary."
Hearing this, the faces of the ten civil servants turned even paler.
There were two timid ones who bent over and started vomiting loudly.
Seeing them like this, Lao Liu smiled proudly and said,
"This is unbearable. Let me tell you, we do this kind of work every day, and even with this, we still think we are luckier than the regular soldiers.
We just carry corpses and clean the battlefield. Although it is dirty, tiring and smelly, at least we don't have to fight on the battlefield.
The regular soldiers have a hard time. They have to fight on the battlefield and might even die.
Hey, those who died are still lucky. If you have time, go to the wounded camp and take a look. That's hell on earth."
After saying that, Lao Liu turned and left.
Wu Bi looked thoughtful, turned his head to look at everyone, and said,
"I think I should understand, Your Majesty and the Prince, why you asked us to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded.
They want us to see the real battlefield.
The battlefield is not about weapons and horses, but about broken limbs, wailing everywhere, and unbearable pain. The battlefield is a purgatory on earth.
I even wrote two sad poems during the day to praise the war and the warriors of Dayan.
It seems that I am too superficial. I only see the appearance of war but not its essence.
War means the rapid demise of life, with white silk hanging in every household and no men living within a ten-mile radius.
These are the rapid decline of young and middle-aged people, the sacrifice of an entire generation.”
The second-place winner, Sun Ting, also sighed,
"Yes, only by being in the center of the battlefield and experiencing the cruelty of war firsthand can we appreciate the preciousness of life.
I think this is also the reason why His Majesty and the Prince asked us to come here.
To be disrespectful, I used to think that the so-called unification of the world for the sake of the people was just an excuse for the prince to fulfill his own ambitions. But I don't oppose such ambitions, as this is the only way to enhance the prestige of Great Yan.
But now, I understand that I was too narrow-minded before.
The prince and your majesty are the ones who truly understand the preciousness of life.
They knew that there were nine kingdoms, conflicts were constant, and too many people died in wars every year.
Only by sacrificing one generation to unify the world and ensuring that future generations will never again suffer from war can we have a happy and healthy life."
"That's absolutely right. We should compose a poem to record our current state of mind."
Auxiliary soldiers shouted in the distance,
"Hey, you over there, are you going to work or not? Hurry up, don't dawdle. If you can't do it, go back and let someone else do it!"
Wu Bi smiled bitterly and said,
"Come on, everyone, future high officials of the imperial court, don't let the soldiers look down on you.
Sun Ting, come and lend a hand."
The top two candidates took the lead and lifted the body, placing it on the cart with great difficulty.
"Take a look and see if they are the bodies of our Yan soldiers. If they are enemy soldiers, we will have to strip them of their armor."
"Yes, it's black, that's right."
"That's fine. Come on, let's take a look. What color is this?"
"It's also black. This row seems to be all black. The row opposite is from the Qian army."
"Let's get the bodies of our comrades first, and then the enemy's. They died in a foreign land, so we must give them a peaceful burial."
"It's not really considered dying in a foreign land. After all, this place will belong to Dayan in the future."
"All under heaven belongs to the king. All the people in the world are his subjects!"
"Brothers, let's all work harder to bury the fallen Dayan warriors in peace."
They shouted, temporarily overcoming their fear, and worked hard to carry the bodies and throw them onto the car.
"Everyone, pay attention to the military badges under your feet. They are proof of identity. They are used to provide pensions to the martyrs' families. We cannot let the heroes shed blood and tears."
The other civil servants also rolled up their sleeves and worked hard to clean up the battlefield.
Of course, they only overcame their fear temporarily.
The battlefield filled with corpses and blood, the blood-soaked mud, and the pungent smell of blood and corpses were all attacking their fragile nerves.
From time to time, someone would lie down and vomit loudly, almost vomiting bile. He looked so miserable that many auxiliary soldiers around him laughed.