"The god of war has fallen, and the whole country mourns together!"

A young man with a pale face looked up at the black and white font of the huge poster, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, Jiang Chunqiu never thought that he would return to his hometown as an ordinary person.

Glory?

Splendor?

It's just a smoke-like past!

'The god of war has long since died on the battlefield! Passing away with supreme glory, there is no god of war in China! ’

'Jiang Chunqiu, who is alive now, is just a waste with the same name as the God of War, you remember, only those who die are heroes! ’

'I don't want to see anyone pretending to be the god of war!' ’

Otherwise, slaughter! ’

These words lingered in Jiang Chunqiu's ears and lingered.

Yes.

Jiang Chunqiu is the god of war in Northern Xinjiang who was mourned by all the people and should have died a long time ago, three months ago he was deeply trapped in the enemy formation in Northern Xinjiang and dragged the nine enemy chieftains to his death, everyone never thought that he could survive, but miracles took pity on him so much that he survived, at the cost of once his strength was gone, and there was no one in a hundred.

And those words came from the mouth of his former disciple 'Death'!

In the past, the disciple Death Reaper was the only existence in the army that could see the back of the god of war Jiang Chunqiu in terms of strength, one door and two generals, what a supreme glory?

But in the end, Jiang Chunqiu was betrayed.

In order to condense the prestige of the army, the god of death chose to let the 'God of War' pass away completely, even if he later found out that Jiang Chunqiu was alive, he only said those cold words.

Come to think of this.

Jiang Chunqiu suddenly turned his head and left, but his face was calm, but he clenched his fists tightly, and he could vaguely see the sudden green tendons of those people under his white and almost sickly skin, like a dragon lying cross-legged!

But after taking three or two steps, Jiang Chunqiu suddenly laughed as if he remembered something, and a smear of self-deprecation appeared on his pale face, and he couldn't help murmuring: "My good apprentice, you can give you whatever you want as a teacher, you want military merit and prestige, you can give it to you as a teacher, you want to surpass as a teacher, and you can give you this opportunity as a teacher, can't you wait any longer?" ”

"Actually, you don't need to speak, now is the time for me to retire."

"I have long paved the road for your future, but you are still too anxious, no matter what, I, Jiang Chunqiu, should not have you as a disciple, and I will break off from now on."

Looking at the slightly unfamiliar Pinghai City, Jiang Chunqiu suddenly felt a little emotional, he had left for five years, grew from a pawn in the army to a generation of war gods, and now he returned without success.

Really make people go.

At this moment, no one in the world can understand Jiang Chunqiu's state of mind.

"Pinghai City, I, Jiang Chunqiu, came back alive, and I don't know if my parents are healthy, as well as Qin Youqing...... How's it going? ”

"Is she a wife?"

Jiang Chunqiu promised Qin Youqing to retire within three years and come back to marry her, but he didn't expect that now that five years have passed, everything is full of unknowns, which makes Jiang Chunqiu feel timid.

According to the route in his memory, Jiang Chunqiu soon returned to his own community.

Before Jiang Chunqiu walked into the community, he saw a familiar figure walking up the stairs with the vegetables bought in the market, his heart trembled slightly, and he spoke in a trembling voice.

"Mom......"

The middle-aged woman turned to look at Jiang Chunqiu in surprise.

Smack.

The bag in her hand fell to the ground, but she couldn't care about it now, because she seemed to see her son's figure standing not far from her.

"Are you...... Spring and autumn? ”

Jiang Chunqiu took three steps and made two steps to the front and knelt down, saying that the man had gold under his knees, but Jiang Chunqiu, the former god of war in the army, knelt in front of the middle-aged woman Huang Ying, and choked up: "Mom, it's me, the unfilial son Jiang Chunqiu is back!" ”

Mother and son soon hugged each other and cried.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back, hurry home, Mom will make you what you liked to eat when you were a child." Huang Ying secretly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, which made Jiang Chunqiu feel sad.

"Where's my dad?"

Back home.

Jiang Chunqiu found that his father was not there, and there was a faint smell of Chinese medicine in the air, which made him feel an ominous premonition.

Huang Ying was stunned, and the joy on her face was instantly diluted.

"Your dad has leukemia and is still lying in the hospital...... Huang Ying's voice choked, Jiang Chunqiu was like being struck by lightning after hearing this, and his heart was suddenly extremely miserable.

Jiang Chunqiu guarded northern Xinjiang for five years, protecting hundreds of millions of people behind him, but in the end, he couldn't protect the people around him.

Now it's a joke to live empty-handed!

After Huang Ying's story, Jiang Chunqiu gradually understood how hard his parents had lived in the past five years, his father was laid off three years ago, and he could only do some casual work to support the family, especially after his father was diagnosed with leukemia, it was even worse, and the family has been in turmoil.

Jiang Chunqiu suddenly understood that this might be the 'Grim Reaper' making trouble behind his back, otherwise with Jiang Chunqiu's prestige in the army, how could his parents have such a hard time?

It turned out that you had been planning to replace me since the day of your apprenticeship, and you even did something to my family. Jiang Chunqiu said secretly in his heart.

'You'd better pray that I never recover, or I'll clean the portal!' ’

He and Huang Ying rushed to the hospital after a hurried meal, Jiang Chunqiu saw Jiang Wenlin, who was extremely thin in the ward, his eyes were instantly moistened, and big tears fell.

"Men don't flick when they have tears, what's the matter with crying and crying, not to mention that you are still a veteran?" Jiang Wenlin is obviously only 50 years old, but he is as thin as a seventy-year-old man, and he has obviously reached the point where he has run out of oil and dried up.

Even though Jiang Chunqiu was once the peerless supreme of Northern Xinjiang, he was powerless in the face of birth, old age, sickness and death.

"Dad! You'll be fine, as long as you can find the right bone marrow, I'll take care of the rest. Jiang Chunqiu has a huge amount of compensation given to him by Shangfeng in his hand, which is enough to ensure that he has no worries for three generations.

Huang Ying is happy, his son doesn't seem to be lying.

She hurriedly looked at Jiang Wenlin, clenched his withered palm, and cried with joy: "Old Jiang, our son has a future, the ancestors of the Jiang family have appeared!" ”

Jiang Wenlin was obviously happy too.

If he has the opportunity to hold his grandchildren, how can he be willing to leave this world easily?

Jiang Chunqiu suddenly looked at the door of the ward, where a slender figure quietly appeared, making him raise his eyebrows.

The woman at the door of the ward frowned lightly and said coldly: "Jiang Chunqiu? How did you get back? ”

This woman Jiang Chunqiu also knows, it is Qin Youqing's best friend Wang Mengliang, she has never been optimistic about Jiang Chunqiu, who has a clear net worth, although this woman does not deal with Jiang Chunqiu very much, but Jiang Chunqiu knows that she is a knife mouth tofu heart.

Not a bad woman.

Wang Mengliang saw that Jiang Chunqiu's eyes hadn't taken off his body for a long time, and his eyes couldn't help but look at ridicule and mockery: "What? Never seen a woman? ”

"Hmph, but it's a coincidence that you came back, Youqing has already found a matching bone marrow donor for your father, and Youqing will also reimburse the expenses."

Youqing?

When Jiang Chunqiu heard this name, he got up suddenly, and floated in front of Wang Mengliang, his eyes staring at Wang Mengliang.

"Youqing, is she okay now?!"