After inquiring about the general direction, Feng Li walked towards the city of Ruz in Angola, where he could go and see his brother. I don't know how he has been after so many years, whether he is still the one who loves to cry and has to rely on others to sleep.

At this time, fourteen-year-old Luo San came to the recruitment office of the Angolan Luz City Barracks. The young man was a head taller than Fengli at this time, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a long body and a jade body, with a resolute look, without half of Fengli's imaginary cowardice and timidity, at first glance he was a calm and resolute person.

Luo San came to his dormitory with his military uniform, and he was greeted by the captain Lu Xinming, a veteran who had been a veteran for three years. Of course, in the minds of veterans, it is not how long the training takes, as long as those who have been on the battlefield and killed the enemy are veterans. Lu Xinming introduced the remaining six people in the same group to Luo San (a team of ten people, and the remaining three were all sacrificed on the battlefield), everyone happily patted Luo San on the shoulder, and this recruit Gazi quickly integrated into this big family in everyone's enthusiasm.

Luo San is serious and passionate, strictly implements various training tasks, and does not say a word no matter how hard and tired he is. The barracks training is similar to that of Vanna Village, except that the types and intermediate changes are different, but the strictness and quantity have increased a lot. often went back to the dormitory and fell asleep, and his teammates gradually became respectful when they looked at this hard-working teenager. When they first arrived at the barracks, although they also suffered a lot, they complained a lot. There is no such person who does not cry out for bitterness, and the captain Lu Xinming takes more care of Luo San. He believes that Luo San will become the backbone of the team, or even higher, and he may have to test him to promote himself in the future.

In the third month of entering the army, Luo San and others finally ushered in a small battle.

The black and pressed iron hooves rolled in, the dust and smoke rolled up all over the sky, and the roaring iron hooves shook the earth with thunder, and a slaughter came to the face. The cold spear, cold eyes, and murderous aura like Shura made Luo San and other recruits' hearts shrink, and they tried their best to stabilize their bodies so that they would not fall. Luo San held the knife coldly with his hands and feet, and his usually dexterous body was now like falling into an ice cellar, and panic and fright made him unable to move.

He put down his long knife and tried to raise his bow, but he could only do it. The strings that are easily pulled on weekdays are driven like Mount Tai pressing down at this time, making them unable to move. The veterans on the city wall looked at Luo San with a sweaty face holding a bow and arrows with satisfaction, because at this time there were already many recruits on the city wall who were sitting on the ground, and very few could stand and raise a bow, and the young man in front of him was obviously very good.

Yes, Luo San's recruits are on the city wall, and their vision and momentum alone have made them so unbearable, and it is inevitable that the next time they will face and even kill the enemy, the confrontation between blood and fire, and the duel of life and death. If they can't adjust the changes soon, then they can only add a little blood to the city of Angola Ruz. The general's statement is that the battlefield is already changing rapidly, and if you don't have good adaptability and adaptability, that's death! Overcome yourself, live, can't, die.

Luo returned to the ** with trembling legs, and it was completely unclear what was happening on the battlefield. In his heart, there was only the overwhelming cold figure, the bloody momentum that he couldn't breathe. Lu Xinming helped him bring the meal back and put it on the table, shook his head and walked out. That's how everyone came over, and they just had to get through it by themselves.

Luo San looked at the roof blankly, he was still so useless. At the beginning, Feng Li could walk alone in the dark night, and he had to rely on him to sleep; Feng Li Neng went to the camp of Jiatu alone, and he couldn't stand it just by watching it from the city wall. I thought I had learned to be strong over the years, only to find out that it was still so useless!

Feng Li, are you okay? Fengli, where are you now? Feng Li, you must still be alive, right? Fengli, will you come to me?

Fengli, I must be disappointed to see this, right?

The wind leaves, the wind leaves......

Countless Fengli images swirled in his mind, Luo San sat up, chewed the food slowly, and tried to swallow the food that was churning in his stomach and wanted to spit out. I must cheer up, I want to be strong, I want to be a brother of Fengli, I can't let him look down on me. Feng Li said that a qiē can only rely on himself! It's just that I originally wanted to rely on Fengli, but now it seems impossible, Luo San smiled bitterly in his heart.

The wind that was concerned about people left at this time, and the leisurely riding horse swayed on the path. The revenge has to be avenged, and a qiē seems meaningless to him. If there is no meaning, there is no purpose, and if there is no purpose, there is nothing to do.

However, no one knows if Feng Li is wandering around like this, or because of the nervousness in his heart. At the moment when Shen Tu's eyes suddenly widened, the bloody blood filled his mouth and nose. Feng Li walked out of the camp of Gatu tremblingly, and the panic in his heart slowly calmed down in front of the graves of the three grandfathers. He didn't want to see people now, and it would make him think about the bloody smell of rust.

I have to say that the horse he was swinging on, the horse he was riding, was obtained from the camp of Gatu. It was the only living thing he had ever received from the camp of Gatu. This horse came to the barracks in the third year of Fengli's stay in the camp of Gatu, and it was the king of the horses that were caught, and it was a head taller than ordinary horses, and its whole body was brown and red, without any variegation, but no one could approach it. Only eat a small amount of black beans and flour that Fengli gives every day, and only Fengli can ride it, and the Jiatu people can't take him, but it is impossible to let such a future king of war horses leave, thinking that it is impossible for it to leave the camp, so he let it go. But Fengli suspects that this horse is a colored horse, not that he is good-looking, compared to the fat-headed, big-eared, dark and irritable Jiatu people, white and delicate, cool and gentle Fengli is definitely the best choice for this horse. On the day of departure, the wind was attached to its ears, telling it not to come back when it went out in the afternoon, and that it would look for it when he went out of the camp himself. No one really paid attention to it that day. So I rode it back on my own.

Looking at the hill, I found that there was cooking smoke in the distance, whether it was a restaurant or a house, there was finally a place to hit the point. Gradually, he walked in and heard the noise of people, and Feng Li, who originally wanted to retreat, heard the sound of a blade slamming in it, and walked over with a frown. Feng Li pulled the glass and hid in the woods in the distance. Liuli is the name of the horse brought back from Jiatu, because its eyes are clear and it is too beautiful and beautiful, so Fengli gave it this name.

After a while, a pair of cavalry walked past the wind, and the small group of twenty people left satisfied. The wind left the horse and came to the village, the walls were broken, and the chickens and dogs were not left, just like the village where his own clan was destroyed. Feng Li turned to look in the direction of the departure of the Gatu soldiers, and was silent.

There is no savior in this world, and we can only rely on ourselves. Daddy and mother are ordinary talents and peasant women. When I saw that the people in the village were weak, in order to protect myself, I raised myself as a boy since I was a child, just so that in the troubled times, my perseverance and hardship were calm and calm, and I could protect myself. Judging from their current situation, none of their original decisions were very correct. Daddy, I only enjoyed the treatment of a girl when I was a child listening to stories on his lap. It was my father looking at him with pity and pain, helpless and heavy, and the love that couldn't be dissolved fell into his heart with a sigh. I still remember that when my father took a breath, he looked at the place where he was hiding, full of sadness and reluctance, and his father couldn't let go of himself, so he covered his face and cried silently, and he didn't dare to move.

Now we can only see if there is still a living mouth in this village.

I rummaged through it, but I didn't find anything, so I could only drink saliva and eat some dry food on the road.

How fragile life is!

Feng Li went all the way to the village in silence and went to the village to keep a fairly good house, lit a fire to cook, and then looked at the night sky silently, and walked around quietly on the side.

When the sun shines through the dappled leaves and shakes the eyes a little dazzling, the wind breaks away from the eyes, shakes the head a little dizzy, and stretches the waist. Seeing his master wake up, Liuli stuck out her tongue and licked his face, and Feng Li pressed her face against its head, pulling herself back from her cold dream with its temperature.

Maybe it's really Fengli hugged too tightly, Liuli shook his head dissatisfiedly, Fengli smiled, put his forehead on its head against its forehead, kissed its mane and stood up, the sun was too dazzling so that he used his hand to build a tent on the top of his head, so that he could get used to it, Liuli happily used his jaw to grind Fengli's head. Fengli patted it on the head, came to the stream to drink water and wash his face, and also brushed the glass, and then staggered and hurried.

The layers of trees and grass give people a feeling of heaviness, and the occasional tender yellow under the layers of grass makes people feel the toughness of life!

Along the way, he saw many burned villages, and Fengli looked through the water tanks and cellars, but no one was spared. The ashes coincided with the scene when he left home, and the desolation and sorrow everywhere penetrated into his heart through layers of time and space, like the ice of winter penetrating into his heart. The cold of the cold night spread out in front of my eyes, as if I could hear the cries of my fellow villagers, the sorrow of my parents, the resentment of my fellow clansmen, and countless familiar and unfamiliar faces suddenly appeared in my mind. The earth-shaking sorrow swept in, scattering the bloody eyes of Shen Tu, all kinds of sad, wounded, happy, and angry scenes scurried, and the wind left his head and fell to the ground. Liuli hissed and touched his head with the wind away from his head, but he didn't wake up, and after repeating it many times, he began to hiss and bite him with his mouth. Fengli woke up in pain and saw Liuli looking at him with blank eyes, and the mouth was still gnawing on his arm. He held Liuli's head for a while and leaned on it funny, calming the desolation and grief in his heart, and the mood was composed of this dilapidated village, dilapidated border, dilapidated nation, dilapidated country, and his own dilapidated mood.

The hot breath from Liuli's mouth spread from his face to his neck, soaked from his neck to his whole body, and then warmed his heart, slowly melting the cold winter ice. Holding Liuli slowly, Feng Li didn't know where to go, just like being in the bleak wind, confused and didn't know the direction. It's like watching the slain villagers flee in all directions, empty in all directions, empty in all directions, empty in heart, but unable to get out.