Zhang Han smiled, if others saw it, he would definitely be a little dizzy.

She picked up her younger brother and asked, "Where are your parents?" ”

The younger brother raised his head in Zhang Han's arms, looked at Zhang Han with those same crimson eyes, and said, "They are cooking!" ”

Zhang Han was a little puzzled, in the past, it was not his mother who cooked, why did his father follow him to the kitchen today? And she immediately thought of why.

This ordinary day is destined to be different.

"Mom?" Zhang Han looked into the kitchen and saw the familiar back that he had been watching for eighteen years, and felt very relieved.

"I'm back." Zhang Han's mother didn't look back, still looking at the stove, stretched out her hand that was no longer white and tender to wipe the sweat that was smoked by the stove, and spoke, this tone was full of love and pride, and a little disappointed.

After all, after today, his daughter will go to the killing field. Even Noxus, who advocates force, mothers all over the world are the same, proud of the choices made by their children, and worried about their children's future.

"Zhang Han." There was a voice in the kitchen that contained the vicissitudes of life, as if it had gone through the wind and rain of the world, although it was overwhelmed, it was still just as majestic as it supported the whole family.

Just like his younger brother worships himself, he admires this father very much, he is not tall, and his appearance is not a symbol, but he is the marshal of this family, a veteran who has retired from the front.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, and today my dad bought a piece of meat from the city, and I'll cook it for you myself." Zhang Han's father turned his head to look at Zhang Han and poured the fried meat from the pan into the center of the plate.

This piece of meat should look good, but the way my father made it...

This is not important, this is the tradition of Zhang Han's family and even the entire Noxus, the father wants to cook a piece of meat for the juniors who are about to go to the battlefield, which means inheritance. That's why, unlike usual, my father cooks for himself.

Dinner was no different from usual except for this piece of meat.

Neither of his parents mentioned anything about going to the front line, but this ordinariness was unexpectedly a little heavy in Zhang Han's heart.

In the past, in her heart, joining the army has always been a noble thing, something that everyone must do, and going to the front line to kill those soldiers of Demacia is a glory that can be written on the ancestral home.

And this war, which has lasted so long and never stopped, will it stop because he killed a few more soldiers of Demacia?

The efforts I made in the military academy, the training I made for the purpose of killing, is it for pure killing, or is it to end this war?

Zhang Han recalled the piece of meat that was not very tasty, and for the first time he was a little suspicious, what was this for when he left home to go to this war that may not be able to come back alive? Is this necessary?

Then she shook her head, thinking of what she had said in the military academy: the Demacians killed countless Noxians, killed countless of our relatives, this is a feud.

I thought of the instructor's heartfelt words: "Killing the enemy on the battlefield is the only fair way out for us ordinary people, and the only way out for us to get ahead in Noxus." ”

The moonlight reflected on the roof was a little beautiful, and the breeze blew through the window, shaking the flame of the oil lamp, which woke up Zhang Han, who was a little immersed in thoughts.

She rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, ready to blow out the oil lamp.

"Knock knock." That's when there was a knock on the door.

"Zhang Han." It was the voice of the father.

Zhang Han opened the door and saw his father standing in the dim light, and turned sideways to welcome him in.

"What is this?" Zhang Han noticed that his father was holding a package in linen.

"Daughter, this was meant to be reserved for your brother." Zhang Han's father said: "But you are a daughter after all, this thing should be more useful to you, your younger brother is still young, and it will be some days before he goes to the front line." ”

"I'll use these for you first." Then he handed the burlap bag to Zhang Han.

"Dad has killed a few Demacians, although it's nothing, but he still has some experience." Zhang Han's father paused obviously, and then said: "Hey, forget it, don't talk about Dad's experience as a pawn, you must have learned it in the military academy." ”

Without waiting for Zhang Han to say anything, his father turned around, held the doorknob, and left Zhang Han's room.

Zhang Han was accustomed to his father's habit of wanting to speak and stopping, so he didn't say much, just said: "Good night, Dad." ”

Before the door was completely closed, my father silently pushed it open.

His eyes were a little old and looked at Zhang Han and called, "Zhang Han." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Han was looking down at the package in his hand, and when he heard his father's voice, he raised his head.

She was shocked to find that her father's eyes were a little red, and he was a little out of place on that dark and resolute face.

But it's so shocking.

"Come back alive."

Then he closed the door, and left no trace of his back.

Zhang Han could clearly hear his father's long sigh accompanied by the sound of the door closing.

It was night, the stars were shining, the moonlight was bright, and even the thousands of soldiers on the front line fell asleep with this night.

At the foot of the outer city wall in the capital of Noxus, Zhang Han thought about the figure of his father turning to leave, weighing the linen belt in his hand, and was dazed.

Zhang Han suddenly clenched the strap in her hand, she knew that it was time to sleep, after all, she would set foot on the road to the front line tomorrow.

Zhang Han slept very deeply, which was related to the education he received in the military academy for many years. On the battlefield, everyone will be very tired, but they must fight hard, and the time that can really rest and relax must be cherished.

Being able to quickly enter a deep sleep is a necessary skill for a qualified soldier, and Zhang Han is undoubtedly the fastest sleeping one at this Noxus Military Academy.

……

The sky is getting brighter.

The stars had disappeared from them, trying to make way for the sun to shine, and the immutable dark clouds over Noxus duly obscured the sun's imminent radiance.

In the daytime in Noxus, there is light, but it is not warm.

This is especially true under the city gates. The gray city walls, combined with the gloomy sky, always give people a feeling of oppression.

The Noxian recruits, accustomed to all this, were now gathering under the city walls.

The recruits of mixed sizes did not seem to be aware of the imminent arrival at the front, and there were those who quarreled, those who sat on the ground, those who played with things, and there was a commotion under the city gates, like a group of children who were going on an outing.

Zhang Han, who was standing in the middle of this noisy group of recruits, looked a little out of place.