C926 Heros ashes (1/2)

There were a lot of nameless islands in the Atlantic Ocean, but due to the fact that they were not surrounded by the golden channel and their area was small and had no strategic resources, they were all in an unabandoned state.

The Zhiyuan Warship was now moored on the sea, surrounded by four primitive scissor boat s and two merchant ships that they had just snatched, all of the boats had dropped half a flag. All the officers and soldiers were on the island, with the exception of the necessary garrisons. Today was the cremation of all the brothers who had sacrificed their lives.

The neat and orderly squadron was solemn and stern. Everyone had a face full of grief and indignation. The 36 huge pyres on the beach in front of them were all built up by cutting down all the trees on the island.

Because of the humidity of the wood, people had to pour barrels of kerosene over it, and even put a lot of coal on the pyre.

After a simple arrangement, the dead soldier changed into a brand-new military uniform and lay down on the pyre with a serene look, as if he was sleeping. However, many of the people who were still alive had tears welling up in their eyes.

Xiang Ying walked in front of every single corpse with bloodshot eyes, yelled out the name of the warrior, and stuffed the proof of his sacrifice into the urns. The urns were the shell shells of the six inch Armstrong's rear-barrel cannons.

”Brother, have a safe trip home. We will take your ashes home safely … I won't abandon you, Ryukyu has your share of incense … Your parents have a peaceful and rich life... ”

”Brother!” ”We won't let you die in vain. Rest in peace …”

Every time he shouted out a name, the surrounding military formations would break down in tears. Now, all the officers no longer had the time to care about everyone's looks and they themselves began to pee on their horses.

Weeping low to the point where it became a cry without any care for face. Since this was an empty island, they wouldn't be afraid to make a joke out of it. Thus, everyone just opened their mouths and cried.

All of the Chinese people here were Ryukyu s who had undergone military training for a long period of half a year. Everyone had already established a very close friendship.

Furthermore, they had traveled more than half of the world to Europe together. Afterwards, they had studied and lived together in various universities. They had fought side by side with each other, as if they were blood-related brothers.

The thirty-six brothers could no longer return home alive. Everyone was crying bitterly. They did not know how to face their dead comrades' parents.

Xiang Ying raised his torch and roared, ”Don't cry! Dust to dust, dust to dirt … Let us send our brother on his final journey! All have... Stand at attention! Salute! ”Gun!”

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Zhiyuan Warship s on the sea fired nine consecutive bullets, while the other scissor boat s also fired nine bullets. As for the soldiers on the island, after they saluted, they collectively pulled the triggers, and the sound of gunfire instantly became like rain and thunder.

Xiang Ying and the various officers lit up their respective pyres. The wood soaked in kerosene emitted thick black smoke, the flames were more than three feet tall, and the air was filled with crackling sounds.

The Chinese concept of burial was still different from the westerner. China had never experienced it before, so they could not directly bury their teammates in the sea. If they were Europeans, most of the soldiers who died in the battle would be wrapped in white cloth and thrown into the sea.

However, Xiang Ying and the others were not willing to do this. In the hearts of the Chinese people, even if they were to return home with ashes or even have a handful of hair, it would allow the spirits of the overseas travellers to have an attachment. Although the mountain was closed for thousands of miles, the spirit soul still had to go home.