Zhulan stood at the door and looked at Yang Wuchun carefully. After not seeing him for a year, Wuchun had changed a lot. In the past, Wuchun had a smile on his face, but now he was becoming more and more majestic, with a murderous aura. He stood motionless in the yard like a bloody knife. Wuchun's eyes were red, and Yu Lu was so scared that she hid in Li's arms.
Li was so scared that he took a step back. He muttered to himself, "He is indeed a man from the battlefield. His aura is terrifying."
Yang Wuchun's throat moved, and he knelt down with red eyes, "Aunt, Uncle."
Zhulan's eyes instantly turned red. Although she had no illusions in her heart, she couldn't help crying when she saw Wuchun's reaction. After so long, this was the first time she faced the death of a loved one. She said in a hoarse voice, "Was it Wudong or Wuhe?"
Yang Wuchun spoke with a thick nasal voice, "It was Wu Dong who died trying to save me. I feel guilty about my grandfather's instructions and my parents."
The person who died was his own brother, the youngest brother. Wu Dongqin had not even married, and as the eldest brother, he failed to protect his younger brother.
Zhulan cried. She still remembered the boy who loved to laugh and play. When he left, he joked with her, "Aunt, wait for me to bring back my military exploits so that you can also be proud of them."
Zhou Shuren's heart sank. He stepped forward to help Wu Chun up and said, "Let's talk inside."
Wu Chun wiped his tears. He had come to this day by stepping on the blood of his younger brothers. "Yeah."
Li and Boss Zhou were both very happy at first, but now they were both dumbfounded. They only paid attention to Wu Chun's promotion and wealth, and never thought that military generals all gained their status through fighting.
Li said quietly, "No wonder mom and dad have been in a bad mood recently. It turns out that mom and dad had already guessed it."
Zhou Laoda recalled carefully that after his parents saw Wu Chun, they came back with heavy hearts. That day, his parents guessed that Wu Dong, who called him his cousin, was gone. Zhou Laoda had a heavy nasal voice and his voice was hoarse. He couldn't help crying, "How could he be gone!"
Li also cried. Xue Han came back to her senses after hearing the crying and realized that her cousin Wu Dong was really dead. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and cried. Mingteng and Yulu were young, and Mingteng didn't have a deep understanding of what death was. His parents and grandmother cried, and the little guy also cried. Yulu cried when she saw her brother crying.
Ma Eryue lowered his head. Although it was obviously a happy thing, he sighed in his heart. As a servant, he really didn't know how to comfort her and could only stand there stupidly.
In the room, Zhulan wiped her tears and asked, "Where is Wuhe?"
Wu Chun said sadly: "Wu He is injured and is recovering at the Zheng family. I think he should be well now."
Zhou Shuren didn't want to rub salt into Wu Chun's wounds. Wu Chun was the most hurt because his own brother saved him. He moved his mouth but didn't ask in the end.
Wu Chun's eyes were red. "They are all under my command. We were ambushed. Wu Dong should not have died. I am the one who should have died. He blocked the knife for me. I am the one who should have died. I have a son and a daughter, and he is not married yet!"
He was too ashamed to see his parents and didn't dare to face his grandparents.
Zhulan and Zhou Shuren had guessed it long ago and were better at accepting it. They watched Wu Chun vent his regrets. They knew that Wu Chun had been holding it in his heart and had never told anyone about it. When he saw his relatives in the capital, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Zhulan stared at Wuchun's eyes. Wuchun's eyes were bloodshot. He had not had a good rest since Wudong passed away. Among all people, Wuchun was the most tormented.
Wu Chun slapped himself hard. Zhulan wanted to go forward and grab his outstretched hand but stopped. She and Zhou Shuren watched quietly. Wu Chun sat down on the ground and cried loudly, crying with regret.
Wu Chun cried for a long time, and only after a long time did she slowly calm down.
Zhou Shuren stepped forward and helped Wu Chun up. "The swords on the battlefield are ruthless. You can't put all the responsibility on yourself. You decided to go to the battlefield to fight for the Yang family. You have prepared for the worst. Wu Dong's spirit in heaven doesn't like to see you living in regret all the time."
Wu Chun's voice was completely hoarse, "Uncle."
He knew, he knew everything. He forgot that when Wu Dong died, he smiled at him and said it was great that he was alive.
Don’t be fooled by my younger brother’s usual cheerful appearance, this kid knows everything. Not only did he save him because he is his biological brother, but he also believes that he is the hope of the Yang family.
Later, even Wu He was stabbed for him, but Wu He was lucky enough to hold on until reinforcements arrived. However, Wu He was also seriously injured and did not participate in any subsequent battles. When he left the northwest, Wu He was just able to get out of bed.
Wu He knew that he was in agony and insisted on seeing him because his injury had not yet healed. Wu He said that he and Wu Dong were willing to die for him.
Zhu Lan's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her voice was hoarse, "Have you brought back Wu Dong's body?"
Wu Chun sniffed, "I sent someone to escort Wu Dong's body back to his hometown. Originally, I should have gone back with him, but the war wasn't over yet, so I couldn't leave. Later, I entered Beijing, and according to the time, I should have arrived at my hometown."
He didn't have that much money on him, so he borrowed a lot from the Zheng family.
Although there was a great battle on the border, there were also many desperate criminals. As long as they were willing to spend money and their lives were not in danger when escorting corpses, they would be happy to do it as long as the money was enough.
Zhou Shuren patted Wu Chun, "You did a great job."
He had learned about it. When cleaning the battlefield, if there were too many dead bodies, some would be burned on the spot, while the better ones would be buried together after the battlefield was cleaned up. Only some military officers with high official ranks would be transported back separately.
Wu Chun did a very good job by bringing Wu Dong's body back from the battlefield and asking someone to send the body home.
Zhulan was worried about her parents. They were old and she didn't know if they could bear it.
In Sunjia Village, Wu Dong's body has been buried. The old man is sending off the young man, and the Yang family is filled with sadness.
Yang Dayong locked himself in the room for two days and called his two sons. Yang Dayong looked at his eldest son's graying hair, closed his eyes and opened them quickly, "Big brother, you must want to know why I left Wu Dong and Wu He alone!"
Yang Zhumu lowered his head, "Dad, don't say anything, I've already guessed it."
Yang Zhulin's eyes were red. "Dad, you are right."
Yang Dayong was also heartbroken. "Wu Dong and Wu He are both good kids. If you want to blame someone, blame me. They all listened to me. Wu Chun cannot die."
Yang Zhumu choked up, his old son, "Dad, I understand everything. Wu Chun is also Wu Dong's biological brother. Wu Dong was happy that he could save his brother. His son has no complaints."
Yang Zhulin, "My son doesn't complain either."
Yang Dayong's hands were shaking, he had been in the battlefield, he knew life was not a matter of life and death on the battlefield. He had been mentally prepared for his three grandsons, he would be lucky if one survived, now two survived, he should be happy, but why did his heart ached so much!
In the capital, Yang Wuchun finally calmed down and was about to talk about his achievements when Boss Zhou came in and said, "Dad, Zheng Hong is here."
Zhou Shuren said, "Please come in."