One horse and one person stand between heaven and earth. This person is dressed in a cloak made of wolf skin and holds the sharpest sword in the world with his right hand. His incomparably noble temperament reveals his identity. He must not be underestimated or underestimated.

Behind him, hundreds of feet away, there were thousands of troops. From their faces, they could not see the slightest decadent color, so they knew that this was not a simple army.

It's quiet between heaven and earth.

The air emits the sound of clothes swaying gently in the wind. At this time, he looked like a soldier and a spectator. Young he, like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, burns his eyes!

But when he saw the light lift of his left hand, for a moment, as soon as he rode a white horse, he rushed to the northwest of his perspective, quickly and firmly!

A moment later, Wei Gong respectfully replied, "I inform you that their grandparents and grandchildren are a farmer on the border."

After finishing Wei's words, he said coldly to his grandparents and grandchildren: "kneel down and salute quickly when you see the king!"

The ragged clothes worn by their grandparents and grandchildren are bloodstained and very eye-catching!

The child is about seven years old. The vicissitudes of life on his face can't find any childish childishness. At first glance, his heart can't help getting cold and painful.

The old man beside the child has dull eyes and is in a trance. It looks like a puppet that has lost its life.

Sitting on a bloody BMW, the king stared at the child kneeling slowly and asked coldly, "what's your name?"

The child kneeling on the ground raised his eyes. His eyes were very light without any fear. He replied indifferently: "tell the king, Xiao Min, his surname is situ and his name is nian'an."

"Situ nianan? Well, good name! Where are you going?"

Situ nian'an replied in a deep voice, "I'm from another country."

"Huh? A foreign land?"

"Yes, a foreign land."

The king looked into the distance suspiciously and asked leisurely, "where is your home?"

Situ nian'an's eyes were bleak, "tell the king that Xiaomin has no home?"

The king narrowed his cold eagle eyes: "en?"

Situ nianan looked straight at the king without fear, and then said, "tell the king, now that the world is in war, Xiaomin's home has become a battlefield. Where does Xiaomin come from?"

When situ nian'an finished, a trace of hatred seemed to float on his face. Just for a moment, he was lightly hidden by him.

The king took a panoramic view, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, remained silent for a moment, and said, "go to the Great Khan country. It's a happy land."

Situ nian'an glanced at the king on horseback, remained silent for a while, pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled: "in the war, where can it be called a paradise?"

Hearing the speech, Jiang Wei shouted, "bold!..."