The general's favorite husband's daily life

He Jiangchu almost stared blankly at the phantom in front of him.Not only the voices are similar, but after the person appeared in He Jiangchu's mind, he belatedly discovered that even the body shapes began to gradually overlap.Although this person used a completely different tone, tone and attitude, He Jiangchu felt as if he could clearly outline the face under the mask.

For a short period of time, He Jiangchu just looked at him.

But the phantom on the opposite side didn't respond to his unbelievable eyes. The only thing that could be counted as a response was a golden box that flew across and rushed straight to He Jiangchu's neck.He Jiangchu dodged a little bit slowly, almost relying on the instinct of his body for many years in the battlefield to dodge this.

After this moment, He Jiangchu immediately regained his senses, and the way he looked at the phantom changed in an instant.It was so cold and chilling that it seemed that after a brief moment of stupefaction, overwhelming anger and hatred followed—he could never tolerate betrayal.

The closer you are to someone, the more unforgivable you are.

The phantom suddenly turned around, as if someone was coming beside him.He Jiangchu saw that the masked man turned to one side, as if he was listening to something, and then the masked man disappeared in place without saying a word.

After that person disappeared, all that was left around him were the weird golden box that was quickly passing by, and the endless howls of his soldiers.Seeing that there was no one in front of him, He Jiangchu froze for a moment, then suddenly turned around and rushed into the crowd.He replaced the Yadu long knife he was used to on the battlefield, and used soft silk and ghost rain - in this case, it is obvious that the combination of ghost rain and soft silk will be more flexible.

There are not many living people under him, and it is only one who can be saved.Every brother's life is worth his best effort.

But even if he tried his best, he still couldn't slow down the speed of Lord Yan's arrival.Under the general trend, one person's hard work and selflessness are tragic, but they also seem so powerless.Like a building about to fall, slowly falling down, there is a person who is holding on to the corner of the wall and refuses to retreat, but nothing can be changed.

The killing blood in He Jiangchu's body was already boiling because of despair and anger.

Gradually, more and more boxes began to explode due to the load of too much flesh and blood, and the mud-like things that exploded were scattered on the ground, and the illusion began to "melt" slowly, revealing the original appearance of this place.But I don't know if it's caused by the strong ability of the national teacher, the speed of the melting of the whole illusion is very slow, so slow that when the original appearance is revealed, the war has entered the final stage.

When the Ghost Rain Knife split the last golden box, He Jiangchu was already covered in this silt-like thing, and the thick paste covered his clothes and cheeks.Perhaps because the box had just absorbed flesh and blood, the thick pulp was not rancid and black, but a strange red and white color, exuding a strong bloody smell.

There was a team of tens of thousands of people when they came, but now there are only a few dozen people standing.

The illusion disappeared, and the box was wiped out.

But no one was able to rejoice, everyone was silent and stood still.

The ground around them was full of layer after layer of clothes, armor and weapons, completely intact, not even a single thread was brought out from the clothes.It's just that the living body inside is gone.Except for these remnants, the lingering bloody smell in the air, and the occasional sticky red and white splashes on the ground, there are almost no traces of these lives.

He Jiangchu's face was covered by the paste, and he felt that he was not thinking about anything right now, it was completely blank.He didn't know if he really didn't think about it, or if his body subconsciously wanted to protect himself and didn't dare to think about anything.

Tens of thousands of people, just so unclear, as if they had never been here.They are all his brothers, and they all have their own parents and family members in Liangqiu waiting for them to return.

Suddenly, He Jiangchu felt a little itchy on his face—it was tears.A little tear slid down the cheek from the corner of the eye, washing away a little mud.He Jiangchu himself didn't even know that he was crying, the great sadness came so suddenly, his body reacted faster than his brain.

He Jiangchu fell down as if he suddenly lost his strength.The soldiers who were still alive around rushed over as if they were startled, shouting "General!!"

The people nearby had already supported He Jiangchu first, but now no one is more sad than the other.

A group of people surrounded He Jiangchu, all of them seemed dumb, unable to speak a word.

He Jiangchu took a deep breath to keep his tone from trembling, and he said to the surviving soldiers,

"Pack up and go back to camp. We have other things to do."

A crowd of people unevenly nodded their heads and secretly wiped away their tears.Then spread out to collect other people's relics.There are so few people alive and so many relics, there is no way to bring them all back.

Also, this behavior is almost meaningless.Everyone's life is so complicated and unique, and such a military uniform with his name embroidered on the corner cannot tell the story of his life at all.No one was looking forward to getting this military uniform. Those old and young women and children in Liangqiu were waiting for something that had already disappeared.

Their bodies do not need to be buried, their last words have no chance to be told, and their flesh and blood will be scattered in this foreign land.Perhaps in the coming year, the flowers and plants here will grow taller and better because of the nourishment of their flesh and blood, making this place flourish and green.

But what does this have to do with them?

They were dead, in a strange place they had only been to for the first time.