In winter, the bare branches are covered with heavy snow.

'Squeak' sound, more than a dozen pairs of figures in thin clothes and trousers walked through the snow, the yellow-brown rocks behind the strong legs, dragging and drawing long deep marks in the snow, bright sunshine, no temperature, occasionally someone raised their heads 'ha' out of a mouthful of white mist, the line of sight through the floating fog, in front of the towering city wall, a large number of laborers are expanding the city made of right rock.

In the palace in the city, a woman with long blond hair wore a white silk skirt, caressing the pillars of the palace and looking at the city wall built in the cold in the distance, and in the other hand, she held a piece of wolf's head jade pendant, and gently rubbed her fingertips on it. The babbling baby crawled over the soft blanket, then sat down and tilted his head, looking at his mother's back, the child 'babbling ......' twice, clapping his little hands to attract his mother's attention, and then two large rough hands picked up the child from behind, a tall, bearded man in a red cloak, Gerald walked over with the child in his arms and stood side by side with his sister, following her gaze at the city wall being built.

"Thinking about him?" Gerald asked.

The blonde hair stroked, the tall figure turned around and put away the jade pendant, took his child from his brother's arms, walked to the back of the hall with a cold expression, stepped on the stone steps, the tall figure has been accompanied by the left and right, and threw a torch into the brazier on the high platform, boom, a huge flame soared, and the red firelight illuminated the surroundings.

The field of vision spreads out ahead.

In the empty apse, groups of figures stood there in long robes, looking at the high platform where the heat was rolling, and the blonde figure stepped forward, lifting the child in her arms above her head, facing the countless subordinates below, her voice sounded sonorously and powerfully.

"The Holy City is repairing the wounds of the past, and thousands of its people will return here to rebuild their new homes, my child, who has the noble blood of the rightful heir from the East and the city of Clark, who will lead us against the tyrannical rule of the Romans......"

The cold wind blew, and the woman handed the child to everyone: "....... My brothers and sisters, regain the glory of the past, take up sharp weapons, defend our new homeland, and keep Rome beyond the walls for the glory of the Germans—"

"Roar—"

Countless voices shouted frantically over the thriving city, and the ancient walls were replaced by new rocks, bathed in the winter sun......

The long wind blew thousands of miles.

Coming to the country of the Han Dynasty, Shanggu County, the snow on the eaves was swept down, and he was pinching a bird-like wood carving carved by his father and running happily through the corridor, naughtily shaking in front of an open window lattice.

After the death of his father-in-law, his mind became more precocious, and occasionally a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes...... The mischievous little figure ran in and put the woodcarved toy in his hand into the hands of the silent boy, who smiled a little shyly at the corner of his mouth.

Outside the window, the girl was holding her sister's hand and watching this scene through the window lattice not far away, and smiled: "Zheng'er will learn to accept people's hearts at such a young age." ”

The light of day is far away, Jizhou Yecheng, from Liaodong from the end of the city into this city, all the way to the general's mansion, to meet the ruler of the land of the four states, expressed his closeness, on the way over, saw this noble birth of the gate valve, the north of the governance is thriving, countless armies, countless people have the capital of the strongest princes in the world.

Although there has not been much friction in the tribe at the moment, Qiu Liju's son Lou Ban grew up, and his status was embarrassing. Yuan Shao naturally did not disappoint him, and gave him the titles and seals of Shan Yu in the name of the imperial court.

Soon after, he left with joy, Yuan Shao walked under the eaves of the corridor and stretched out his hand to take the decoction handed by the servant, since that year he pursued Gongsun Zhi, and was angry after vomiting blood, his body was not as good as before, but fortunately, although there have been sword soldiers in recent years, but relatively all states are advancing steadily, maybe it will not be long before the day when the soldiers will come to the world.

To the north he looked at, the snowflakes obstructed his vision, and the farther far north, on the meadows covered by thick snow, the horses' hooves slammed down, and from here, the running bodies blew the falling snowflakes in all directions, and the mighty steppe cavalry of one, two, four....... let out a fierce cry, defeating several Dingling tribes who had settled in a frozen lake far away, and a large number of captives walked in the snow, and walked miserably southward, to the distant city.

The galloping steppe cavalry was mixed with the figures of the Han cavalry, they occasionally uttered a few words of reprimand, and someone held a white giant wolf's banner neatly planted on the shore of the lake.

Immediately on the border of Liaodong, the Qianhu tribe, a small branch of the Xiongnu, lit a fire under the iron hooves of the Xianbei people, and when the winter night came, the bonfires burned vigorously, and thousands of people fell to their knees on the ground, forced to worship a banner embroidered with a giant white wolf.

Under the banner of the lock slave, he pulled out a scimitar: "Immortal Heaven has given us pasture, cattle and sheep, and the white wolf god has blessed us with invincibility-"

Occasionally, he would look to the west, where the larger, wider steppe would be the next target of conquest, "Kebineng...... Did you see that? Xianbei will get stronger day by day, and I will do better than you......"

Xu Du, the wind and snow rushed to the city, the bearded figure with a hand on his face, and then pointed to the south, and Liu Bei behind him said something, Yuan Shu, who was originally in Shouchun, took a glass of wine, sneezed, felt the back of his neck cold, crossed the long river, the broken city gate was being repaired, an ox cart slowly left away into the wind and snow, behind the rolled up curtain, a man named Wang Lang looked back at the city of Huiji, showing a depressed look.

In the huge imperial city, Liu Xiemo grew a soft short beard around his mouth, turned the bronze mirror, he got up and stepped out of the Chengguang Hall with his sleeves and looked at the palace in this snowy scene, faintly majestic. On the high attic on the other side, Ren Hongchang reached out and took a snowflake, which melted in the palm of his plain white hand.

- Gongsun Zhi.

Her face was flushed and fierce.

The name of the convergence of thoughts and resentments has a huge deterrent in the north, when the ice and snow first melt, the tender green drills out of the soil, under the clear sky, the mighty cavalry runs around the city, and soon after assembles in the huge school field, the black and white wolves hunt in the wind, and countless knights raise their blades with the generals, and let out a cry that shakes the sky and clouds.

On the huge platform opposite them, on a large chair covered in tiger skin, a tall figure dressed in a suit with hideous iron armor stood up, and the creeping white wolf at his feet heard the movement, opened his eyes and looked at the stabbing skylight, and slowly narrowed. The wind blew the corner of the robe, the fur stroked, and Gongsun pressed the hilt of the knife to inspect the countless soldiers below, his face solemn, not angry but mighty.

"Time to kill is coming......

The murderous aura spread out of the flat tone.

This is the era when tens of millions of lives live together, the earth and time that countless living beings have walked, and the extension of birth and death from generation to generation is like turning over a bamboo slip with a record of time, passing over little by little, and finally freezing a fixed moment above.

In the fourth year of Jian'an, the season of chasing deer has arrived.