Great Xia Western Desert.

A passenger plane belonging to Southwest Airlines slowly lifted into the air.

Economy Class.

Near the window, a young man with a grim face.

Tall!

In those seemingly calm eyes, there seemed to be a touch of depth like the sea.

"Young man, are you a soldier?" Ye Pingce's side was a silver-haired old man with blazing eyes.

Ye Pingce was slightly stunned.

There was some confusion in his eyes.

Raising his eyes and looking at the old man, this look made it a little clear in his heart.

If you guess correctly, this old man also served as a soldier.

Otherwise, how could there be such eyesight?

"Haha, I'll tell you the truth, I was also a soldier back then, but that was decades ago!" the old man laughed, but his voice was full of joy.

"Back then, it was still in the south, and I slaughtered a few monkeys by myself!" the old man shook his head slightly, but Ye Pingce couldn't help but be stunned.

Get up immediately.

Tidy up your clothes and salute the old man.

Such a person is a well-deserved hero!

Fifty years ago, it was not peaceful in the south.

If it weren't for the existence of people like the old man back then, I really don't know what kind of scene it was in this Great Xia.

The old man was a little moved.

Without saying a word, he got up and saluted Ye Pingce in return!

"...... are you" Ye Pingce was about to speak, but he couldn't help but be stunned.

Suddenly he looked at the old man's right hand.

There's a boxy black box out there!

"This is my son!" the old man's gaze suddenly dimmed.

"He is a participant in the western war this time, under the banner of the Invincible Army!" the old man shook his head.

There was more helplessness in his eyes.

"Originally, it was time to break open the city gate, he ran too fast, but he didn't expect that the moment the city gate was broken, he was killed by the enemy hiding behind the city gate!"

Maybe.

If he slowed down, these things might not have happened.

However, there are no ifs.

Now the white-haired man sends the black-haired man!

"His body is no longer complete, I can only use this way in order to bring him back!" the old man shook his head, and there was a touch of helplessness on his face.

"Old man, don't be sad!"

Ye Pingce's voice was low.

There is a bit of depth in the eyes.

There were not many casualties in this battle, but it was precisely because of the dedication and sacrifice of such ordinary soldiers.

Only then did we have the current victory.

Ye Pingce's eyes were slightly red.

"I ...... I'm not sad, but I feel sorry!" The old man shook his head again, his eyes shining brightly.

"This time, it's going to Kyoto, listen to the seal! You don't have to be sad when you're old, the honor he deserves will not be less!" Ye Pingce's face was solemn.

"yes!"

"Yes, there will be no less, the invincible army is good, and I also believe in the invincible army!" the silver-haired old man nodded heavily, and there was more determination in his eyes!

"You old immortal!"

But in the next second, a discordant voice sounded in the seat next to him.

"You held this thing, got on the plane, got on the plane, and still boasted about it here?" The young man in white stared at his brows, his face slightly cold.

Ye Pingce couldn't help frowning.

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes!

The silver-haired old man just opened his mouth, and there was more a look of surprise in his eyes.

What he was holding in his arms was not ordinary ashes.

This kid is good!

He's a hero!

He dedicated himself for the stability of the country, and he took the first step!

"How?"

The young man in white suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"You old immortal, you tell me about you, there are so many people on this plane, you think the plane belongs to you?" the young man raised his eyebrows.

His eyes were full of coldness.

"I'm sorry!" the silver-haired old man's body trembled slightly.

Trembling, he stood up and saluted the young man.

The young man was stunned for a moment.

But there is a bit of playfulness in his eyes?

"What the hell are you doing?" the young man left his seat.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, you don't know, you think I'm bullying you!" the young man frowned, and his eyes were even more cold.

"I mean, no matter what he does, he will die! Don't say it here, I don't want to hear it!" the young man raised his voice, and there was a little more smile in his eyes.

"What do you mean, what do you mean, being a soldier is great, isn't it?" the young man smiled.

"I didn't mean that. The silver-haired old man gritted his teeth, although he was not angry in his heart, but he no longer defended.

"No?"

"Why didn't you talk about wool?" the young man suddenly became interested, and looked at the old man with a playful look.

"Aren't you people soldiers? What's so great about being a soldier? Isn't it just work?" The young man looked around, and noticed that many people were pricking up their ears and listening, and there was a little more smile on their faces.

"Being a soldier is to fight, and if you die, it's bad luck, if you bring the ashes up, you bring them up, and you still flaunt them here, you think he's a hero, I just feel unlucky!" The young man glanced at the urn in the old man's hand again, with a look of disgust.

Ye Pingce, who was sitting on the side, suddenly turned cold.

Brute!

This man is a brute!

If it weren't for these people throwing their heads and spilling their blood, how could there be a stable situation now?

If only there were no such people as soldiers!

I'm afraid that the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom has already driven straight in!

When the time comes, the lives will be miserable, and the people will not be able to make a living!

Look at such a brute, can you still say such sanctimonious words?

"Supposedly I, you just threw this thing away, so many of us are here, we don't want to see this thing. The young man didn't notice the change in Ye Pingce's complexion, but shook his head slightly, and there was more mockery in that smile.

"You!"

The silver-haired old man's eyes widened suddenly.

There was a look of astonishment on his face!

Inside, are his son's ashes!

And even if the son is not a hero, he can't just throw it away!

Is this a man, or is it not a man?

"What did you say?" Ye Pingce's face turned cold.

Suddenly got up.

Hongluan, who was sitting next to Ye Pingce, snorted lightly and also got up.

"Apologize!" Ye Pingce's face became even colder.

"Apologize, why should I apologize to this old thing?" The young man in white had a slightly cold face, but there was still a faint smile in his eyes.

"Smack!"

Ye Pingce didn't say a word, raised his arm, and slapped the young man in the face.

"Why?"

"That's it!" Ye Pingce raised his eyebrows.