In Shirahoshi City after the battle, there was no wind.

The smoke rose straight and slowly, like white trees winding into the sky, connecting with the sky and the clouds.

In the main square, several stone pillars, as tall and straight as gunsmoke, broke several times in the fierce battle.

Broken stone pillars, shattered earth, and collapsed buildings make for a picture of death.

The corpse is the finishing touch on this picture of death.

A group of soldiers are cleaning the battlefield, these soldiers are divided into 2 groups, a group of people will kill the heavenly demons who are still panting, one by one to make up the knife, to make sure that the dead can not die again.

And gather the dead heavenly demons together to form small mountains. - After that, the corpses of the heavenly demons will be burned intensively, so that the plague will not break out.

Another group of soldiers who were the first to effectively rescue the living soldiers - or dispose of their corpses.

The living soldiers will be properly rescued at the first time, and the dead soldiers will receive a decent funeral, which is a glory that every soldier will encounter.

The face of the deceased will be painted with intricate oil paint.

The Nuwa people believe that these intricate paints can help the gods of the underworld recognize the identity of the dead – and help them get on the proper ship of the dead.

At the same time, the deceased should have a gold coin in his mouth, and at the same time the deceased should hold in both hands the tools he used in his life—the soldier is their weapon, the merchant is a scale, and the blacksmith is his hammer.

In this way, they can remember their identity in the underworld, and when the ship of the dead reaches the other side, they will embark on their own afterlife, and they can also find their correct identity.

Two soldiers carried out the body of a warrior from the rubble, a magic gun warrior in his mid-thirties, with a large charred wound on his abdomen.

In the previous battle, a two-armed puppet demon spat out a red light at a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young soldier, who was stunned.

Seeing that the red light was about to hit the young man, the soldier in his thirties did not hesitate to use his body to help the young man block the blow, and was directly blasted into the ruins by the huge impact.

He saved the boy and he stopped breathing forever.

When two soldiers cleaning the battlefield carried the soldier's body out of the rubble, the rescued teenager followed closely beside the stretcher.

The teenager had smooth brown hair, and his lean body wore a fat combat suit that didn't fit well.

He stared at the comrade who had died for him, and there was a choked sore in his words.

"Why? Why did you save me?"

"I ...... I don't even know you!"

The veteran carrying the stretcher sighed.

He wanted to touch the boy's hair, but he couldn't free his hands to carry the stretcher.

He could only say to the boy in a comforting tone: "Son, if you want to open up, this is war." ”

"Life and death are the most common things in war, and you have to learn to adapt to war as soon as possible, because war won't adapt to you. ”

"If you're adjusted, you can get a stretcher and help clean up the battlefield – we have a lot more to do. ”

After the veteran had finished speaking, he carried the stretcher and walked away, and they were to carry the body to a corner of the main square, where someone would identify the body of the deceased and help them sort out the remains.

The boy wiped his tears and walked towards the center of the battlefield, where the tools were stacked.

Walking a short distance to the tool stacking point, he saw a teenager.

A young man with a pair of hairy triangular ears on his head, and at his feet, there was a gray heavenly demon who had been hammered into the earth, his head was gone, and his body was still trembling slightly.

......

Feeling the gaze around him, Han Wei turned his head and saw that it was a young man with soft brown hair, and he nodded at the other party.

At this time, the patriarch and several elders also arranged a series of follow-up work such as cleaning the battlefield, and walked towards Han Wei, Bai Hua and the others.

Mastiff Jing, who was standing not far from Han Wei's side, hurriedly pulled Han Wei's sleeve, and then he and Han Wei saluted the patriarch together.

Bai Hua snapped at the patriarch and gave a standard chest-beating salute: "Patriarch, the 3rd Squadron of the 5th Brigade of the White Star City Garrison Corps, Bai Hua reports to you!"

Immediately afterwards, Ba Linghou also saluted to the patriarch: "Patriarch, the fourth squadron of the second brigade of the garrison regiment, Ba Linghou, complete the task and report to you!"

The patriarch was still wearing the torn robe that exposed her arms, and she nodded softly at Bai Hua: "Bai Hua, I have heard of you, you are the most talented young officer in the Fifth Brigade. ”

Bai Hua blushed very rarely, lowered his head and did not speak.

The patriarch nodded at Ba Linghou again: "Very good." ”

After saying that, she turned her head and stared at Han Wei deeply.

A few seconds later, she bowed to Han Wei, "Lord Inheritor, thank you for saving our clan. ”

Han Wei jumped back in fright: "Hey, Sister Patriarch, don't be so polite!"

"It's good that we're just normal, just call me Han Wei, don't call me 'Lord Inheritor', it's too awkward!"

"Oh, actually, I think it's weird, too. The patriarch seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately changed his words, "That's what I'll call you from now on, little brother." ”

“......？”

Is Geng serious until this extent?

The corners of Han Wei's mouth twitched, and he secretly took a deep breath several times before pulling his emotions back.

However, Han Wei soon realized an important problem: the battle with the Heavenly Demon was over!

This means that he can finally find out the answers to all the doubts since he crossed over!

Han Wei was a little excited in his heart.

It's been almost a day since he crossed over to this world, and he is full of doubts about this world.

But because of the attack of the Heavenly Demon, he could only suppress the doubts in his heart.

Now, he finally had time to find out!

What kind of world is this? This question has been lingering in Han Wei's mind for a long time.

There are huge and heavy magic trucks in this world, but officers and heralds use warhorses to deliver orders.

The social system of this world seems to be very backward and tribal, but it seems to be much more efficient than the average tribal system.

In this world, there are incredibly advanced ancient Heavenly Demon Factories, and there are also magic energy rifles, which seem to be black technology, but a large number of soldiers still fight with swords, and there are also magical cultivators.

I think of the "tape recorder white star" and the words he said when he was in the ancestral land......

What is the relationship between humans and the Heavenly Demons, and why do humans occupy so many Heavenly Demon factories?

What exactly is a demon god?

Nuwa Divine ...... Is it a legend, or is there really a person?

It's a twisted and grotesque world, full of contradictions that Han Wei can't understand.

However, this world makes him feel so interesting.

Moreover, he has already traveled to this world after all.

He, Han Wei, is already a part of this world.

He clearly saw the bravery in the young soldiers of the Wu tribe.

Although their faces were still immature, when facing the powerful Heavenly Demon, they still attacked each other fearlessly, and none of them escaped when the Heavenly Demon attacked.

He saw the young soldiers, fending off deadly attacks on the robes around him who he might not recognize.

He also saw that they hugged those strong Heavenly Demons tightly and died with each other—just to create an opportunity for their comrades to attack the Heavenly Demons.

The young, soldiers of their own age, looked at them with fervent adoration and hope in their eyes.

Bai Hua saved his unknown self on the battlefield.

The patriarch asked the whole clan to address themselves with the honorable title of "Lord Inheritor".

Even his own pit goods are small-mastiff Jing, and now when he calls himself "second goods", he will hesitate.

That's it.

Although it took less than a day to get into this world.

But, I can't go back, can I?

Myself...... I'm already in this world.

Then move on.

Try to be strong and stay alive.

And, uncover the truth of this world.

The only thing is that it's a little uncomfortable to become a big dog when fighting......

Although the activity in his mind was very intense, in reality, he was actually in a trance for a short second or two.

The patriarch saw Han Wei's strange expression, and he seemed to have very complex mental activities.

His trance was interrupted by the patriarch's words: "This is not a place to talk, come with me, go to my council hall and talk." ”

Several teenagers nodded and followed the patriarch to the patriarch's hall.

They walked through the large, war-torn square to a massive building at the end of the square.

It was the patriarch's council hall, and it was located at the end of the main square, with the mountain behind White Star City in the background.

In fact, the building was built against the backdrop of the mountain.

At the front is the tribal chamber, and at the back is the chief's mansion and a small barracks, the latter of which was set up to protect the chief.

When he was halfway there, the patriarch suddenly glanced at Mastiff Jing: "You are the son of General Mastiff Feng? ”

Mastiff Jing nodded, his face was dark and red with excitement: "I didn't expect the patriarch to recognize me!"

"Oh, it's not too difficult, after all, it's not often that you have such a face. ”

“......”

"Ah yes!" Bai Ling patted his head, "General Mastiff Feng was seriously injured in the previous battle, but the person is fine. ”

Mastiff Jing was anxious when he heard it: "Then he ...... now"

Bai Ling pointed to the west: "It's in the medical center of the barracks, it's easy to find." ”

Ba Linghou took the initiative to say: "I'll take you on a horse, anyway, I don't have any other tasks for the time being." ”

Mastiff Jing nodded anxiously: "Okay!"

After saying that, the young officer rode his horse and ran towards the barracks with the mastiff, while the patriarch and the others continued in the direction of the council hall.

As he approached the council hall, the patriarch suddenly glanced curiously at the pair of furry ears on Han Wei's head.

She asked Han Wei curiously, "Han Wei, can I touch your ears?"

“......？”