Marshal. Out.
Several people subconsciously looked in the direction of the young man's gaze. They saw him quickly turn around and say, "Men Lei. Who knows?" The gurgling sound continued. A figure appeared in front of everyone.
The image of the female general was completely different from what they had imagined at the beginning. Or should we say, it subverted their imagination.
Zhou Yuanjing has been active in Jintan for more than 100 years. Naturally, there are many wonderful moments. However, most of them are his heroic appearance in the early years of fighting both at home and abroad, and his appearance at some imperial ceremonies. Some of them are extremely high-level videos on social platforms. Even Jiang Hui, the later agent, has watched them several times. There is no other reason. It is because they are too passionate. The protagonist in the picture can be picked out at a glance. Even if there are many people around him, he is still the most eye-catching one, as if there is always a ray of light surrounding him.
At that time, the general was deeply impressed by the new Grand Marshal. Whether it was his ability, his record, his appearance, or his real contribution to the entire empire, Zhou Yuanjing was a well-deserved honor of the empire.
However, in the past few years since he retired due to injury, he has completely faded from the public's sight. No matter whether it is the second- or third-rate media that loves the privacy of the Ba people or the official platform, no one publishes photos of activities related to this marshal. They are only marked in the activities he attended. His name is still valued and respected as always.
Even if the other party disappeared, in the public Shexian County, everyone has never forgotten the other party's contributions to the emperor. Therefore, the other party's figure is still everywhere in the imperial weapons and has never disappeared.
Jiang Hui took a quick look at the experience of this legendary figure. He also thought that the other party's sudden disappearance from the public eye was probably because he wanted to retire and restore a peaceful life. After all, the time he served the empire was not short. It was more than 100 years, occupying 80% of his life. He should also take a break.
Or maybe? For some political considerations, like the previous leader retiring? Most of them will choose to leave the stage to give the younger generation room to display their talents. This is also an unspoken rule in the industry. Even the head of state is no exception.
But he never thought that the other party had never appeared in the public eye because of this
This elder actually has a very young bone structure. He is over 100 years old, not even a young man in terms of economic average age. Even for a patient like the other party, he still looks handsome and superior.
But even though he was wearing layers of military uniform and a cape, his slender figure could still be seen, and it felt like his bones were about to sink into it.
The entire facial contour, jawline and cheekbones are all prominent, the complexion is white, and the lips are black. At first glance, it is clear that he has been suffering from a serious illness for many years.
Even though he was sitting in a mechanical wheelchair, the savage had a straight back and no part of his body that was bent.
But the more this happened, the more it highlighted his special situation. His lower body was so weak. Wrapped in the dark, Ku Guanxia was a pair of skinny legs. Cut down along the weak legs, the sword was empty at the knees.
Jiang Hui and his companions did not dare to look any further. But the other party suddenly appeared in front of them. Their sights shifted involuntarily. After witnessing this amazing scene, they could not help but associate good fortune with it. They were covered in cold sweat.
Rex. The loyal guard. The former commander. Behind him. Looking at each other in silence. Self-controlled. Mechanical wheelchair image. Zhou Xiuwen and others
He actually still didn't quite understand why the Marshal condescended to come outside to greet them. Even though these were Zhou Xiuwen's few friends, there was no need to expose his weak side in this way. Just like he couldn't understand why the other party had to support his sick body to watch Zhou Xiuwen's game at school last time, even though he paid the price of a whole set of recuperation injections afterwards.
He respected his marshal. He respected his eternal mentor. Even though he was no longer as high-spirited as he once was and had lost his omnipotent body, he was still his omnipotent marshal.
But if these kids were not so sensible and showed a hint of ugly eyes, then the other party would not want to appear in front of the marshal again. Knicks lowered his eyes and quickly passed a hint of fierceness, which he swallowed skillfully. He had already developed the skill of keeping his eyebrows and eyes still over the years when he sat in that position.
But he didn't know how well his marshal knew him. The mirror in front of him paused. He seemed to realize that someone's banditry had come up again. He didn't say anything and continued to do what he wanted to do.
Zhou Xiuwen was also very surprised that Zhao Yuan came out to greet him personally. Then a hint of surprise and regret appeared on his face. He asked, "Father, why did you come out?"
He didn't care. Several friends were at a loss behind him. He walked over in two or three steps. A few steps away? Half squatting on the ground. Squatting in front of Zhaoyuan's mechanical wheelchair.
What? Am I not worthy of being seen? Take a distant view. Half-jokingly.
I know it clearly. Zhou Yuanjing, I didn't mean that, but young people are very sensitive. Hearing such words. The next moment, the next life in my heart. On the eve of half squatting, I moved forward by touching the ground. What are you talking about? How could I have such an intention
Besides, who would dare to say that you are shameful? How can you be shameful? If you can't even face his father? Then the empire he has fought hard all his life to protect will be meaningless.
Watching. Crouching in front of him and holding his own palm. Zhou Xiuwen. Zhou Yuanjing chuckled. Magical. With his other palm, he gently stroked the young man. Luding. Back.
I already know about your business. You did a great job this time.
Zhou Xiuwen knew that the other party was referring to his performance in this mission. He was naturally happy to hear his father's praise from his father. But he didn't care much. He cared more about his father's forgotten and softened attitude.
Zhao Wei was born after she was 100 years old. Her father, who had her own blood, loved his only son very much. The cruelty of the battlefield and the sandstorm made him cherish the bond between him and his bloodline even more, and be even better to those around him.
In Zhou Xiuwen's eyes, the other party has always been an excellent father. Even though he can't always be by his side, play with him, and grow with him like other people.