The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 173 There is a big monster in the tiger cave! Mr. Shen, run! (Taiping Heavenly Kingdom leader plus 8)

The cave was silent except for the sound of the whistling mountain wind, which pushed the accumulated snow into balls that fell onto the treetops.

Inside and outside the cave, everyone stopped what they were doing and paid their respects to the clay figurine - the body.

Even Huang Qi, Lao Lu, and Lao You, the monsters, all looked respectful and bowed their heads.

The deceased were human beings, but why didn’t He protect them?
If the country had not been restored, if this land had not become the homeland of China again, these monsters would not have such a comfortable life, and would inevitably have to hide, or kneel before foreign monster gods...

Shen Le placed his palm on the chest of the clay figurine, and it took him a long time to calm down. He concentrated his mind, and vaguely saw a flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes, and the image of a young warrior appeared:

He kept running, sweating profusely. As he ran, he kept muttering:
"General Yang... there is a traitor... don't believe it..."

"General Yang... there is a traitor..."

Is this the past experience and memory? Left on the clay figurine, on the clothes, badges and personal belongings, after so many years, can he still see it?
Who are you? What's your name? Where is your hometown? I'm here to take you home...

Shen Le tried several times in succession, but could only read a few sporadic memories from the clay figurine and the remaining items around it.

It is impossible to clean it now, and it is also impossible to repair these clothes and equipment and stimulate their spirituality. I can only think of other ways, and I can only rely on copper pieces...

Shen Le bowed deeply to the clay figurine, took out a pill, put it in his mouth, and meditated on the spot.

After a long time, his energy and spirit were restored to full, and he stepped forward again and held down the clay figurine.

The heat in his body was exhaled without reservation, absorbed, transformed, and amplified by the copper sheet, and then all flowed into the clay figurine as he wished:
"Copper piece..."

Shen Le sighed and asked for help:

"I don't know what your true form is, but I know that you are the divine weapon that protects China...

The man in front of me is a warrior who fought for China until the last moment... Please help him, help him..."

In the palm of his hand, under the glove, the copper sheet was suddenly scorching hot, so bright that it almost showed through the glove.

And this light not only shines on the world, but also shines into the darkness, breaking through the black fog and illuminating bits and pieces of debris.

Shen Le quickly seized the opportunity and used his mind to guide the light to gather there.

Under the mud crust, the clothes that were about to rot into flying catkins, the rotten belt, the badge that was so rusty that the words could not be seen, and the pistol that had been rubbed countless times...

Little by little, they returned to their original appearance. And the memories they had imprinted on their master were also transmitted to Shen Le's mind one by one:

Childhood, adolescence, youth... fighting, getting injured, starving, fighting again...

After a long time, Shen Le fell back exhausted and sat cross-legged on the ground.

In a low, weak voice, he repeated the memories he had read among the clay figurines:
"His name is Ma Changshun... He was a soldier who was killed while delivering intelligence..."

"He was 22, or maybe 23, he himself couldn't remember his age... He was from Liuhe County...

There is no one left at home, they were all killed by the landlords, bandits, and devils..."

"What he has always been worried about is where General Yang is buried... How is our country doing now..."

The young team members glanced at each other quickly.

The man was gone, and he could no longer hear anything he said to him. But as people who also defended their country, how could they not pay tribute to their ancestors?
Then, the captain quickly stepped forward, turned on the screen of his mobile phone, and held it in front of the clay figurine. He kept flipping through the pages:

"Look, this is the cemetery for burials..."

"In 45, we won the war of resistance against Japanese aggression and drove away the Japanese invaders. Look, this is the image of the founding of the People's Republic of China in 49... The Chinese nation has stood up since then..."

“We are already very developed now…

There are trains and planes everywhere, and roads can reach every village... Everyone can have enough food to eat..."

"Look, the equipment we are using now...

We have very good guns, no shortage of bullets, and can communicate with the rear at any time, with information support...

This is our carrying gear, it is light and close fitting, it saves a lot of effort when carrying things, no need to pack the backpack anymore...

This is our self-heating ration for the march. Just pour some water in it and you can eat hot food in a short while. There are meat and fresh vegetables...

Oh, right! Drones!

Call down the drone and let the senior take a look... take a look..."

No answer. No nod or shake of head, no smile.

Inside the clay figurine, the skin that was so dry that it stuck to the bones was not moved, and no black blood flowed from the eyes that had rotted into two black holes.

However, the team members did not care. They kept showing pictures one by one, equipment one by one, and quickly opened the marching rations, heated them, and placed them in front of the clay figurines.

Just like in the cemetery, just like when they went to visit their comrades...

Even if the person has passed away, we should have a drink together and put out the cigarettes and strong liquor that our comrades like...

White rice, shiny red braised pork, green vegetables, pickled mustard with red oil, and a cup of sweet drink...

Everything was steaming hot and fragrant, and there was even a small piece of chocolate, which was torn open and placed next to it... Suddenly, dust fell off the surface of the clay figurine, revealing the thin clothes full of patches on the deceased.

A gust of wind blew and the clothes turned to ashes.

Another gust of wind blew, and the skin and muscles all turned to ash...

The ashes did not disperse immediately, but were blown up by an unknown whirlwind and swirled above the spread out marching rations.

Then, a gray whirlwind circled around the crowd, circled again, blew out of the cave, and swirled in the snow.

The higher it spins, the farther it spins, and the fainter it becomes.

Finally, the whirlwind disappeared, and all the ashes quietly scattered, scattering in the snow, in the forest, and on the land of China, and disappeared.

The phone fell into the dust without making any sound. The captain standing in front of the clay figurine had no time to feel sad and shouted:
"Line up, salute—"

A moment of salute, a moment of silence. Then, the soldiers went about their business. The captain stepped forward, knelt, and sniffed the opened marching rations:
No heat, no fragrance.

The entire ration remained in the same state as when it was opened, but it was already ice-cold and no longer appetizing.

Legend has it that food eaten by ghosts and gods will have its essence extracted and become unpalatable. Is this true?

The captain looked around in confusion and even scooped a little rice and put it into his mouth.

He chewed it twice and spat it out:
Maybe it was frozen for a long time, or maybe it was just his illusion. Anyway, the texture of the rice was woody and a little astringent...

He tried the braised pork, vegetables, pickled mustard tubers, and drinks one by one, but his mouth felt bitter and astringent, and he couldn't taste anything.

When he broke the chocolate and put it into his mouth, he was shocked, stood there for a moment, and burst into tears:
"This is so sweet, so sweet..."

The taste of chocolate was so sweet that it was bitter. However, the captain would rather not taste this sweetness.

The man who walked through deep snow and entered dense forests and remained calm in the face of any danger now knelt limply on the snow, pounding the ground with his fists.

No one could persuade him. No one could comfort him. Shen Le turned his head and looked at the snow outside the cave, his chest heaving and tears streaming down his face.

After a while, the captain wiped his tears, got up, and continued to perform his duties:

The bodies were collected and transported, and placed in body bags. Name tags were affixed to each one, and they were moved to the designated location...

Work, eat, rest. The group was busy until dark, and only then did they finish dealing with all the corpses at the entrance of the mountain king's cave.

The second day was spent dealing with the sealed remains, and the third day was spent dealing with the human bones left over by the tigers, as well as the spirits that remained on the sealed bodies.

All the remains, all the bones, those that can be liberated can be liberated, those that can be purified can be purified, and those whose origins can be traced can be traced.

The mountain king had a lot of blood on his body, and there were piles of bones in the cave. Everyone was very busy.

The complete remains are fine, but for those that are incomplete, we have to pick out the bones one by one, and try to piece them together one by one, trying to make them complete.

Even Shen Le couldn't help much with this job. He was not a forensic doctor, and he couldn't judge which bones belonged to the same person based on their shape and length.

The aura on these bones has basically disappeared, and it is impossible to distinguish their former owners based on the difference in aura.

The only thing he could do was to examine the intact bodies and try to find some clues from the personal belongings of the bodies.

For example, the era, the region, and if possible, it would be best if we could read some images of the deceased during his/her lifetime...

In the past three days, Shen Le had been keeping his spiritual eyes open, but he didn't get much out of it. Until a corpse was brought in front of Shen Le, and he was about to put his hands on it, when he was suddenly shocked.

Pry open the deceased's hand that was pressed tightly against his chest, and gently pull out a...

one……

Small round box?
Such a familiar scent... a light and gorgeous scent, yet a heavy and deep scent, exactly the same scent as the dressing box...

Even if it is shrouded in layers of black air, even if it has been silent in this wilderness for decades.

Such an obvious aura, still like a fire in the dark night, can be seen clearly with just a glance.

"Got you……"

Shen Le gently stroked the round box. The hardware had rusted, so the box couldn't be opened and the photos inside couldn't be seen.

However, he had seen the soft and auspicious patterns in his memory, in the memory of the girl getting married...

"So, you'll stay here forever..."

"I couldn't go back. I couldn't go back to your mother, your wife, your children..."

Shen Le stroked the corpse's cheek and sighed softly.

The body lay quietly, with no echo, no spiritual feedback.

Only the soldiers' nervous shouts from deep in the cave came through the intercom:
"Mr. Shen! There is a big monster inside! Retreat quickly!!!"

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