The sound of the horses' hooves stopped at the gates.

The rickety old woman walked out of the crowd on crutches, her body crumbling like the last dead leaf hanging on a branch, she dragged her thin body to a stop in the middle of the road, and looked at the man on horseback with cloudy eyes.

"Young Master Gu, is my son coming back with you, just ...... It's just a kid who walks with you and has a little lame on his right foot, he ...... It's my son. The old woman crawled wrinkled and pointed to her chest, because she was incoherent because of her emotion, and others couldn't understand what he was doing.

The onlookers said, "There was a battle ahead, and how many of those who went to the battlefield came back alive?" Your son must be dead! ”

The tone is helpless and sympathetic, in times of war, dead people are no longer commonplace.

The crying old woman was dragged away by passers-by.

The promenade welcoming the army back to the city had not yet dissipated.

The man's horse stood in the crowd, his gaze sweeping over one unfamiliar face after another beside him.

Some of them were angry, some were happy, and some were like the old woman with red eyes, full of tears, and more numb.

"Young marshal, let's go."

After a long time, the man answered.

"Yes."

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again, accompanied by the drama from the attic not far away, rendering this rare homecoming song extremely bleak and melancholy.

Gu Qingjing glanced up, only to see a touch of red that was out of place with the gray world.

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

A sentence flashed in my mind: Zhumen smells of wine and meat, there are frozen bones on the road, and the country shrouded in war presents two completely different scenes.

Wretched.

Lamentable.

And hateful.

As soon as he got home, before he had time to rest, Gu Qingjing was dragged to the restaurant by his eldest brother Gu Qingyu, saying that he had organized a banquet to pick up the wind and wash the dust for him.

He was not happy and was forcibly dragged over.

Walking into the theater in a military uniform, Gu Qingjing felt ashamed, and the words said by the old woman he met at the city gate today turned into a slap and slapped him on the cheek.

But the people around him didn't feel like this, they wore military uniforms and laughed, drank and ate, and teased girls, all without falling behind.

Gu Qingjing picked the quietest corner on the second floor to stay, and poured wine into himself bottle by bottle, the spicy liquor rolled down his throat, burning his internal organs and lungs.

But then he felt comfortable.

He fell asleep in the noisy world, dragged by the nightmare in his heart to another noisy world.

Unlike the prosperity and extravagance in front of you, there are only bullets and cannons at this time.

"Retreat! Fall back! This terrain is too favorable for the enemy! Our people rush out and can only be sent to death! ”

"As I said earlier, the terrain in that position is the most beneficial for us, why don't you keep going? Why do you have to rush forward? ”

His voice was hoarse, and a trace of blood oozed from his mouth, but no one listened to him.

He is the little young master of the Gu family who has just recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, on the surface he calls him Gu Shaoshuai, and behind his back he calls him a prostitute.

will not let him die, and naturally will not give him the qualifications to give orders.

The result was not what he expected.

Although the equipment is all advanced equipment obtained from abroad, all the people who carry guns and resist artillery are straw bales, and the commander is also a waste material with no experience in war.

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