In the gradually ascending aircraft, Lu Chen and Eriki were sitting in the back row. Regicide was lying across the hatch, and he was looking at the world outside the window.

They will definitely come down again. They will definitely not be able to take away the remains of the two first-generation species this time. The time given to Ixichel and Dudu to get along is his last...

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he could only hear Eryi's exclamations and Lu Mingfei's "Don't die"

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On the dry land, a boy who looked five or six years old was dragging a wooden board with wheels forward.

Sweat gradually fell from his young face and flowed to the corners of his dry mouth.

At the border of the empire, the war has just begun, and the people are in dire straits, and withered civilians can be seen everywhere on the road.

When people see withered weeds on the roadside, they will jump on them eagerly. In order to satisfy their hunger, people will not give in.

The strong ones knock the weak ones to the ground, swallow the weeds directly into their mouths, and if they feel they are not enough, they plunder the weak ones, but who will have anything to eat?

There were the sounds of men arguing, children crying, and mothers comforting themselves.

No matter how powerful a country once was, when it declines and war breaks out, the people on the border will always be the first to suffer.

On a July day, the sun was so strong that it not only evaporated the earth, but also seemed to want to evaporate the last lives of these poor people.

The boy turned a deaf ear to the pedestrians on the road, and just slowly pulled the board forward step by step.

His eyes were blank, he didn't know where he was going or where the future was.

Because he was in a trance, a stone on the ground tripped him, and the boy finally fell to the ground.

The ground was so hot, but he couldn't get up.

But the heat stimulated his nerves and made him try his best to stay awake.

He couldn't sleep. If he slept here, he would never wake up again.

He can't fall down, he has to go to the next river, he has to find food, and he has to...save his mother.

He hadn't eaten for two days, and neither had his mother. He was afraid that one morning he would wake up and find that his mother would never breathe again.

In the two weeks since he left the village, he had been begging, but no one would give him food. People came to pity him, but who would pity them?

Three days after escaping from the village, he saw the hungry people fleeing. From the conversations of the refugees on the road, he knew... that the country was starting to go to war.

It was the Westerners who came over. I heard that there were also terrifying divine thunders, flying iron birds, and tireless steel behemoths that ran on the ground.

The boy didn't believe it at first. He was very precocious and could still clearly remember the stories his mother told him when he was three years old.

Mom said that the Empire is the most powerful country in the world because they have the blessing of gods and an army of secret blood warriors.

Every secret blood warrior is powerful. Their strength generally exceeds a thousand kilograms, and they can open monuments and break stones.

With this power, they ruled the east of the sea for five thousand years, and all countries bowed to them and paid tribute every year.

With strong military power, the country will naturally be prosperous and peaceful. They are the kingdom of heaven and no one can invade them.

He once innocently told his mother that he also wanted to become a secret blood warrior when he grew up.

But his mother touched his head, held him in her arms, and said softly: "Xiao Chenchen, don't go and do those things. The country is very peaceful. If you go to school when you grow up, you won't be able to pass the exam."

It doesn’t matter if you have fame or not, you can also be a teacher in the village.”

He was a little unhappy because when his father was still alive, he remembered that he once praised him for being very strong and that he might be a good candidate for a secret blood warrior.

But he also vaguely remembered that after his father said those words, his mother seemed to have a big fight with his father.

Now the Westerners are coming. They ride on the steel giants on the sea, roar like thunder, and blast open the door to their country.

The iron bird in the sky was angry like the god of fire, and the divine thunder dropped causing heavy casualties to the mysterious blood warriors.

Seeing more and more refugees along the way, the boy finally realized the reality. It turned out that the empire's secret blood warrior army had really been defeated.

At least in the first battle, I was caught off guard.

When he was young, he was wondering, what is the iron bird that can fly in the sky like?

Is there really a steel behemoth that can run wildly on land without eating food?

Are the divine thunders falling from the sky a new divine power that Westerners have mastered?

He didn't know why he was thinking this. Maybe there was no one to talk to, and he had to think of something to keep himself awake.

He climbed up from the ground with difficulty, only to see a pair of dry and skinny feet.

"There seems to be a thin-skinned boy here, and no one else."

A skinny man with dark skin looked at the boy who got up from the ground, his eyes shining green.

After he opened his mouth, a slightly shorter and thin man came over and looked at the boy with a look of joy on his face.

The boy didn't say anything. After getting up, he held on to the wooden board and wanted to continue walking forward, but was stopped by someone.

At the same time, the small cloth tent he had built on the wooden planks was also lifted.

"Hey, Lao Jiu, you're lucky. There's a girl here. She looks like she has fine skin and tender flesh, enough to last for several days."

The short man's eyes showed surprise, and when he took a closer look, his eyes shone with desire, "You are so good-looking, please make me happy before you eat..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a young figure rushing toward him. He subconsciously waved his hand to ward the boy away.

The boy got up from the ground, his eyes as fierce as a lion cub, "Don't touch my mother!"

Lao Jiu stepped forward and kicked the boy, causing him to lie down. However, the boy quickly got up, ran to the wooden cart, jumped up, grabbed the short man, and bit his shoulder.

"Ah - this brat bites me, let go! Let go!"

The short man swung wildly, but the boy held him tightly.

When pedestrians on the roadside saw this scene, they lowered their heads numbly and walked by without having the strength or the inclination to mind their own business.

"Old man, you are such a waste, you can't even handle a child."

Lao Jiu came over and punched the boy in the face. The boy was so painful that he subconsciously let go of his mouth and rolled down on the wooden board.

He quickly sat up, stretched out his short arms to protect his mother behind him, and at the same time groped with his hands on the wooden board.

"Little turtle grandson, let's see if I don't beat you to death!"

Lao Ba felt that he had lost face and walked towards the boy with a sinister smile.

When he raised his hand, he was stunned for a moment because he saw the boy holding a dagger in both hands, facing him.

"Don't come here, or else... or I, I will stab you to death!"

The boy pretended to be fierce, but in fact his hands were shaking slightly.

His mother said that good children can't fight, so he was very patient in the village, but he didn't listen in the end.

My mother even said that good children should not kill people. It is always difficult for people with blood on their hands to be happy.

But these are two adults in front of him, and he is just a five-year-old child. No one will help him. To protect himself and his mother, he has to rely on himself.

"Fuck, you're so cruel, you have a knife, it's amazing, it'll be mine soon."

Lao Ba wanted to back down a little, but Lao Jiu was looking at him. If he couldn't even handle a child of several years old, how could he still mess around?

After all, he was slapped away. He was still a child after all. He was too scared to react and was slapped to the ground.

The boy was even more frightened, and the hand holding the knife was shaking.

what to do?

Are my mother and I going to be eaten today?

He knew what the two men were talking about. The day before yesterday, he had seen people who had lost their children due to famine.

He tried his best to straighten his body and stared up at "Lao Ba". The hand holding the knife was still shaking. He hadn't eaten for two days and he had no strength at this time.

He mustered up the courage to rush forward and stab Lao Ba, but as soon as he took a step forward, his hand hurt and the dagger fell to the ground. It was Lao Jiu who hit him with a stone. He was too nervous and forgot that there was something else.

Another person watching the show.

He quickly squatted down to pick up the knife. As soon as the knife touched the ground, his hand was stepped on by a dry and dirty foot.

"Old man, you are such a waste, what's the ink stain on you!?"

Lao Jiu stepped on the boy's hand and wanted to spit out the habit, but he swallowed it halfway. Water is also a precious resource.

At this moment, there was a sudden tremor on the road, and a thunderous sound was heard in the distance.

Refugees at the border these days are all familiar with this sound. It’s the sound of horse hooves!

Lao Ba and Lao Jiu raised their heads in panic and looked at the other side of the road, where smoke and dust were flying, and there were hundreds of horses galloping.

Those are not ordinary horses. They are trained by the military through special technology. Each horse is nearly six feet tall (from feet to neck/horseback), with muscles all over the body, and a steel mask on the face. It is not as gentle as

They are herbivores, but they look like bloodthirsty beasts.

At the front is the tallest black horse, and riding it is a young man wearing a black military uniform. He looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, but judging from his attire, he is already a captain!

Seeing the army, refugees lined the streets to greet them. Some cheered, while others begged for some food.

The people are not afraid of the empire's army. The empire's secret blood warriors are of high quality and rarely bully civilians. Under the five thousand years of "secret blood culture", the secret blood warriors are idols worshiped by the public.

Lao Jiu felt the surging momentum, and was stunned for a moment. Only after Lao Ba pulled him down did he realize that they were standing in the middle of the road!
To be continued...