The general's favorite husband's daily life

He Jiangchu has never been so frustrated since he became a general.Even collecting corpses for brothers has become a luxury.

Dozens of people held relics in their arms, but they still couldn't take everyone away.

They are doomed to sleep here forever, never to return home.

Obviously so many people died, but there was no change in the world.He Jiangchu glanced at the high-hanging sun, and suddenly made up his mind to put down all the relics in his hands.He gathered the surviving men together, let them leave the battlefield, then took out the flint and steel he carried with him, and set fire to the clothes.

The fire spread slowly at first and the flames were low.Slowly, more and more clothes were set on fire, and the weeds on the ground burned more and more fiercely.The smoke was billowing, and there was no wind, so the smoke rose upwards.

He Jiangchu and a group of survivors watched from a distance.

They knew that there was their brother in the smoke, but they could only watch.

At this point, no one wants to wipe away tears anymore.I feel a bit empty in my heart, looking at the smoke and dust is just smoke and dust, after all, it is different from those fresh lives.

For the first time, He Jiangchu hoped that there really are gods and Buddhas in this world. If so, those benevolent immortals and bodhisattvas should send these brothers home.

A group of people did not wait until the fire was extinguished, and all the relics were burned away.Looking at that cloud of smoke and dust can't change anything, it's just a waste of time.

It took only half a day for He Jiangchu to leave the camp and return to the camp, but it seemed that the world had turned upside down.

The world is so big that there are really no surprises.

Whether it's Annan's weirdness, or the hearts of the people around him.

Some of the remaining dozens of people had already woken up on the way back. It was too strange for them to encounter such an ambush for the second time.The time and place were calculated too accurately, as if someone in the army was passing information to the outside world.

When one person mentioned it, the others also woke up.Thinking of this, the boundless sadness instantly turned into a monstrous anger. If there were really casualties on the battlefield, they would have nothing to say.But if someone stabbed a knife in the back of his barracks, how could he be kind?Tens of thousands of brothers, all of them came here to eat and wear the same place, and they are all friendships of changing lives.

The original sadness is just like a ghost floating in the open field, with nowhere to go.And the moment he woke up, the ghost seemed to suddenly turn into a monstrous karmic fire, wishing to burn the entire wilderness.The crowd was furious, and this emotion, like a bursting embankment, affected everyone who survived.The emotions that were originally trapped in my heart seemed to suddenly find an outlet to vent.

Just when everyone was clamoring excitedly to find out the ghost and tear him into pieces, He Jiangchu was almost eerily quiet.This is not because he has come out of the initial anger, he thought he had vented all his anger on dealing with the blood lock box.But in fact, his heart is not as open-minded as he imagined.He's still disorganized now, and he finds it's almost impossible to calm down and think, even though he's trying to calm himself down.

He is always used to believing in someone with all his heart when he believes in him.But once you start to doubt, you will compare the past memories little by little to find out what other suspicious points about this person.

But this time there was an accident.Too many brothers died tragically in front of his eyes, the suspects who were almost certain when he was close at hand, and the mood that was almost impossible to calm down at all.

The little bit of reason left told him that there were still many, many doubts about this matter, and he could not make a decision lightly.But this little bit of reason was almost submerged in all kinds of boiling emotions.

He Jiangchu almost experienced the feeling when he was slashed by his father.Even though he is no longer a teenager, what he has to admit is that his heart is still trapped in that day, and he has never escaped.

It only takes a little introduction, and he will be trapped in that cage again.Then, under self-inflicted pain, I drive myself into a lunatic.

A group of people returned to the camp with this emotion. Although He Jiangchu kept everyone silent about the spies for the sake of the military spirit and the overall situation, they still couldn't stop everyone's eagerness for revenge.

Revenge is never for the dead, after all the dead are gone.Those who really need it are those who are still alive, it is just a way to appease the hearts of the living.

He Jiangchu didn't say anything after returning to the barracks, but stayed in the barracks by himself.He felt that his current emotions might need to be stabilized, and he knew that his current mental state was on the verge of being critical.

No matter how similar his mood is, he is not the boy he was many years ago after all.

That young man can ignore the accident and keep silent.In the battle, just kill and vent, and in the next battle, just keep silent.

But the current He Jiangchu can't do it. His silence and closure means that the remaining Liangqiu army will have no way out and wear down their morale.So he needs a quiet environment to sort out his mind, in order to pull himself out as soon as possible.

He needs absolute silence, so he never sees anyone asking to see him, even if Yan Qingzhuo comes to him.

Until someone reported that Bai Wuyi had come to see his wound.

When He Jiangchu heard the word "Bai Wuyi", he felt as if the blood in his whole body began to flow backwards.Sitting quietly for so long, these three words have always been in his mind.So much so that now that he heard these three words, his hands subconsciously pressed on Gui Yu.

Did he really think he didn't recognize him at such a close distance?

He Jiangchu has been comparing the similarities and differences between the man in the golden mask and Bai Wuyi in his mind, but he only feels that the more they compare, the more similar they are, voice, shape, height...except for the aura.

But things like aura can be faked.

Human nature is like this, just like the story of a suspicious neighbor stealing an axe.As long as you recognize what kind of person a person is in your heart, and then look at the past with such eyes, you will naturally feel that no matter how others look at it, you are not a good person.