On how powerful a country used to be, when war broke out, it was always the border people who suffered first.
In July, the sun was so strong that it not only evaporated the earth, but also seemed to want to evaporate the last life of these poor people
The boy turned a deaf ear to the pedestrians on the road and slowly pulled the board forward step by step.
He doesn’t know where he is going or where he will go in the future.
Being in a trance, a stone tripped him on the ground, and the boy finally fell to the ground.
The ground is so hot, but he can’t get up a little.
But that heat stimulated his nerves and made him try to stay awake.
He can’t sleep in the past. If he sleeps here, he will never wake up.
He can’t fall. He’s going to a river. He’s going to find food. He’s going to … save his mother.
He hasn’t eaten for two days, and his mother hasn’t eaten either. He is afraid that he will get up early one day and find that his mother will never breathe again.
He has been begging for food for two weeks since he left the village, but no one will give him food. People will pity themselves, and who will pity them?
Three days after he escaped from the village, he saw the refugees and hungry people from the road. During the conversation with the refugees, he knew that … the country was at war.
It’s westerners calling. I heard that there is a terrible god, thunder, flying iron birds and tireless steel behemoths on the ground.
A boy doesn’t believe it. He listened to his mother’s story when he was three years old and remembered it clearly.
Mom said that the empire is the most powerful country in the world because they are blessed by gods and have secret blood fighters.
Every secret blood fighter is powerful, and their strength is generally more than one thousand kilograms, and they can break stones.
With this strength, they ruled the sea and the east for 5 thousand years, and all countries have to bow to them and pay tribute every year.
Countries with strong military power are naturally rich and peaceful, and they are inviolable by Chinese people.
He once naively told his mother that he wanted to be a secret blood fighter when he grew up.
But his mother touched his head and held him in her arms and gently said, "Don’t engage in those fighting and killing the country in the early morning. It’s very peaceful. When you grow up, you can become a teacher in the village if you don’t succeed in taking the exam."
He was a little angry. When his father was back, he remembered boasting that he was strong and maybe a good embryo of a secret blood fighter.
But he also vaguely remembered that his mother had a big fight with his father after his father said those words.
Now the westerners have called, and they have roared thunderously on the sea steel behemoth and blasted their country.
The iron bird of heaven is angry like Vulcan, and the thunder has caused heavy casualties to the secret blood fighters.
Looking at the more refugees along the way, the boy finally realized the reality. It turned out that the imperial secret blood fighters were really defeated.
At least I was caught off guard in the first battle.
What is it like for a young man to want to fly in the sky?
Is there really a steel behemoth that can run across the land without eating feed?
Is the thunder from the sky that westerners have mastered the new divine power?
He doesn’t know what he thinks. Maybe there is no one to talk to. He has to think something to keep himself awake.
He struggled to get up from the ground only to see a pair of dry feet.
"There seems to be a delicate skin and no one else here."
A swarthy and thin man watched the boy climb up from the ground with green eyes.
Behind his mouth, a slightly shorter and thinner man came over and looked at the boy with a happy face.
After getting up without talking, the boy grabbed the board and tried to move on, but he was stopped.
At the same time, the board he built with a small cloth shed was also lifted
"I said that Laojiu is lucky. There is also a woman here who seems to have been born with fine skin and tender flesh for several days."
The little man’s eyes were full of surprises, and a closer look cast a ray of desire. "It’s really beautiful to make the old man happy before eating …"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a young figure. He consciously waved his hand to block the boy.
The boy climbed up from the ground with a pair of eyes as fierce as a young lion. "Don’t touch my mother!" "
Laojiu kicked the boy before he left, but the boy quickly got up, ran to the side of the wooden cart, jumped up and grabbed the little man and bit him on the shoulder.
"Ah, this smelly little bite me loose! Loose! "
The little man shook wildly, but the boy hugged him to death.
When passers-by saw this scene, they bowed their heads and walked by. They didn’t have the strength or mind to mind their own business.
"Old you are such a loser that you can’t even handle a child."
Laojiu came over and punched the boy in the face. The boy felt pain and let go of his mouth and rolled off the board.
He quickly sat up and stretched out his short arms to protect his mother and groped with the wooden board at the same time.
"Little turtle Sun, I won’t kill you!"
I always feel embarrassed and walk towards the boy with a grimace.
When he raised his hand, he was stunned because he saw the boy with a dagger in his hands facing him.
"Don’t come over or … or I, I will stab you to death!"