The past is still in front of me, but the person who laughed with him in the past has succumbed to the cold coffin.

Cang Jiuyao didn't step forward, but he didn't leave, he just stood fixedly in the moment, looking at the lifeless coffin in front of him, his mind was blank.

Once upon a time, after returning from the war, no matter whether she won or lost, Gu Quanzhen would prepare a pot of wine and wait for her, and the two of them, one old and one young, sometimes didn't say anything, just drank wine one after another, until the wine pot bottomed out, and then they went back to the room to sleep.

When I woke up, the bloody smell of the war and the severed arms of the corpses that seemed to have been floating in front of me seemed to be able to gradually subside.

Cang Jiuyao is not an alcoholic, but wine can calm her.

In those years, I had to carry knives and guns to the battlefield almost every day, and I couldn't wash my hands with blood when I returned in the middle of the night every day.

At that time, Cang Jiuyao was very afraid, not afraid of war, but afraid that he would be addicted to that kind of endless killing, afraid that he would become a bloodthirsty monster.

Therefore, wine can also make her settle down, and at the same time tell herself soberly what her original intention is and what she wants to be nearby.

"Uncle Gu, I won the battle again, but this time you didn't accompany me to drink a pot of wine......"

Cang Jiuyao let out a long sigh: "Uncle Gu, I have wanted to say to you for so many years, thank you." Thank you for everything you've taught me over the years...... But you know I've never been a good articulate person, I don't know if I understand my thoughts, and now I finally muster up the courage to say it...... But I don't know if you can hear it anymore. ”

Walking out of the camp where the coffin was placed, Zuo Zhengming was still waiting not far away, he walked forward, saw Cang Jiuyao's slightly red eyes, and wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and didn't say anything after all.

The two walked side by side together, and Cang Jiuyao's silence made Zuo Zhengming speechless for a while. The soldiers he met along the road all hugged their fists and saluted the two, Zuo Zhengming looked solemn, and Cang Jiuyao also responded a little absent-mindedly.

I don't know how long it took for this suppressed emotion to pass, and Cang Jiuyao finally pulled herself out of that sad and suppressed emotion.

She said: "The Northern Frontier Army will inevitably send a large number of vanguard troops to attack our checkpoints in the near future, and we must deal with it in advance just in case." ”

Zuo Zhengming bowed: "We have already sent twice the number of defenders at each outpost, and this time your victory in this battle has boosted the morale of the army, and our army's ability to respond to the battle will inevitably improve a lot." ”

Cang Jiuyao listened to Zuo Zhengming's words, lowered his eyes and smiled, then looked up at Zuo Zhengming and said, "If I say that I am also gambling on this battle, will Uncle Zuo be angry with me?" ”

Zuo Zhengming was stunned for a moment, but then shook his head helplessly and looked at Cang Jiuyao: "You, you." ”

On the battlefield, Cang Jiuyao likes to gamble, but what she often gambles is her own life.

If you win the bet, you will win, and if you lose, you will die.

Even veterans who have fought for many years are extremely life-sparing, but Cang Jiuyao's actions sometimes make people feel that she doesn't care whether she lives or dies, and sometimes even looks like she is looking for death in the eyes of outsiders.

However, even if it is a gamble like looking for death, often in the final victory, Lady Luck will stand by her side.