Chapter 882 Family reunion, white lingerie hanging on the door

The son of the head of the sky died on the battlefield.

When the news was confirmed, the marshals fell into a long silence. They looked at Han Ce on the bed, full of bitterness.

Time has passed, and the frontline war is still in full swing.

On the tenth day of Han Ce’s return to Blue Star, he finally slowly opened his eyelids.

His lips were dry, his face was as pale as gray, and his eyes were slack.

Surrounding guards immediately reported to the marshal.

Soon, Xu Zhen, Ye Chenjian, Chen Mo, Huang Long and other marshals rushed into the Tianshou dormitory, just to see Han Ce struggling to get up.

“Don’t move!” Marshal Xu Zhen immediately pressed Han Ce on the bed and said, “You have just woken up and your body is still very weak, don’t move around, just rest well during this time.”

Han Ce asked feebly, “The front line… how’s it going?”

The first sentence he woke up was to ask about the battle situation on the front line.

Marshal Xu Zhen nodded bitterly in his heart: “The front line has stabilized, and we are at a stalemate with the Zerg. It is estimated that the Zerg will not be able to attack in a short time.”

Han Ce closed his eyes with satisfaction.

He was so angry that his chest twitched like a blower.

The marshals asked the military doctor and various Galaxy medical scientists to diagnose Han Ce, and they all walked out of the dormitory and stood on the steps of the South China Sea, stepping on the thick winter snow.

Chen Mo: “Are we going to tell Tianshou the news of Han Xiao’s death?”

The marshals were silent.

Han Ce participated in the Northern Ai War at the age of eighteen.

At the age of nineteen, he became the inspector general of Kyushu and the marshal.

At the age of 20, he took over as Lin Jun and became the head of Kyushu.

From the age of 20 to 30, they all worked hard for the Kyushu. In the past ten years, the Kyushu has developed steadily outwards and is solid inwardly. Han Ce is regarded as an unparalleled achievement in the country and the people.

The last three generations of the head of Kyushu.

The first generation of Tianshou and Lu Yu stabilized the chaotic situation.

The second generation Tianshou and Lu Yu laid the foundation for the rise.

Han Ce, on the other hand, gathered the foundation of the two generations of Heavenly Heads and led the rapid rise of Kyushu.

There are both thunder methods and unparalleled merits.

At the age of thirty-one, Han Ce got married and had a child. His wife was the then Minister of State of Kyushu, a gentle woman at home. The two had a son named Han Xiao.

Legend has it that on the day of Han Ce’s wedding, he stood on the city wall of the Red Palace for a whole night. The red palace was full of laughter and lights, but he was facing the heavy snow, looking up at the endless starry sky on the dark city wall, as if waiting for something, but unfortunately he didn’t. Wait, go away lonely.

Han Ce’s son, Han Xiao, was born with endless attention and love.

Han Xiao was very intelligent and good at observing people’s hearts since he was a child. He was deeply loved by Han Ce and the marshals, but his personality was too introverted and timid. The reason was that Han Ce was eager to protect his son and did not let Han Xiao see the war. Cruelty and terrifying natural disasters.

Han Xiao actually really wanted to go to the army for training.

But Han Ce was well aware of the cruelty of interstellar warfare today.

No matter how much life is placed in the starry sky, it will dissipate like fireworks in an instant. No one even knows or cares about it. Therefore, whenever Han Xiao expresses his desire for military training, Han Ce will greet all military departments and prohibit Han Xiao from entering the military. .

It’s a pity that the army has relaxed a lot of conditions for this big conscription, and because of the large number of applicants, he was too busy to get dizzy, which led to Han Xiao successfully infiltrating the army.

Now, Han Xiao is eighteen years old.

With the heart of honoring his father.

Re-tread the journey of his father, Han Ce, when he was eighteen years old.

Go to the battlefield, enter the front line, see natural disasters, destroy man-made disasters.

But how can a child who has learned the art of *** from a young age and does not have the slightest interstellar combat and life-and-death fighting skills come back alive in the war-torn galactic frontier?

“It’s a good boy, it’s a pity.”

Ye Chenjian’s face was trembling, and he tried his best to say in a calm tone, “Just say it, that’s Han Ce’s child and a soldier of Kyushu. Han Ce has the right to know as a father and the head of Kyushu.”

…

In a coma, Han Ce heard someone crying out to him.

He raised his eyelids tiredly and found that it was his wife.

The originally dignified and beautiful wife of the Secretary of State now has soft black hair scattered all over her head, and her beautiful eyes have unwiped tears.

“I’m not dead… why are you crying?”

The corners of Han Ce’s mouth trembled slightly, and he pulled out a difficult smile.

But his wife suddenly collapsed again, crying silently into tears in front of Han Ce, gasping for breath while crying, unable to utter a sentence: “Xiao…Xiaoxiao…In the frontier…”

Han Ce’s mind was very vague, but after that moment, his spine froze, his eyes struggled between confusion and sobriety, and asked, “Han Xiao…what’s the matter?”

The wife lay on the bed and cried and said, “Xiao Xiao died in battle on the frontier, and his body was torn into flesh by the Zerg…”

hum!

At this moment, Han Ce’s head seemed to be hit by someone with a hammer. He was dizzy, his tinnitus was buzzing, and his heartbeat became clearly visible.

Pfft!

Pfft!

poof…

…

Tianshou is in a coma again? ”

“Yes, Marshal, Han Ce Tianshou fell into a coma again after learning of Han Xiao’s death.”

“Ugh……”

Outside the Tianshou bedroom, heavy snow covered the world. Ye Chenjian’s sigh passed through the vast flying snow and floated towards the uninhabited dome. This day was New Year’s Eve again, New Year’s Eve for the whole family.

He silently walked into Tianshou’s bedroom, approached Han Ce gently, stretched out his hand and took out a black token from under Han Ce’s bed, and then left quietly.

The guards of the Tianshou Military Palace saw this scene, and immediately wanted to step forward to stop them, but were gently stopped by Ye Chenjian and said, “You… don’t want Tianshou to die for Kyushu again.”

The guards were silent.

Ye Chenjian left ~www.readmtl.com~ The New Year’s Eve in Beijing has always been orthodox and lively.

Whether it is on the ground or in the sky, there are a lot of red lanterns hanging. It seems like the most beautiful place in the world in a trance, but on this day, there are also many, many people hanging white silk at the door of their house, lighting white candles, standing at the door of their house , calling hard for the children who have passed away.

On this day, the military department announced the death list to the common people.

Today is New Year’s Eve.

Ye Chenjian stepped on the thick snow and walked in the streets and alleys of the common people in the old capital. He walked past the door of the family reunion house, and also walked past the door of Bai Ling’s house where his mother was sad and weeping. Finally, he walked to the highest part of the capital and sat down In a gazebo, looking up at the sky.

“It’s been nearly thirty years, and so much time has passed in the blink of an eye.” Ye Chenjian looked at the city in the sky with the stars in the night sky, and the civilian ships in the sky city, and spit out a breath that turned into white mist. .

“Time is so fast, generation after generation…”

Ye Chenjian took out a black token from his arms.

This is the Tianshou token handed down from Lin Ziqiang Tianshou. When each generation of Tianshou succeeds to the throne, blood will be dripped into it.

Ye Chenjian opened the token, dumped all the blood of Han Ce inside, then bit the tip of his finger and dripped his blood into it.

Subsequently.

Ye Chenjian let out a sigh of relief.

Under the starry snow cover.

He fell asleep leaning against the pillar of the gazebo.

This sleep, and never wake up again.

…

“Old Man Ye is dead?”

Marshal Xu Zhen was about to go to bed.

As a result, the guards reported the news to him.

The cup for washing fell to the ground, and the shattered glass reflected Marshal Xu Zhen’s extremely sad look.

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