Flowey is very obedient, a lot of the time it is, but you pray that a husky becomes a border herd? Then you think too much, I'm even curious where Luban, who was born in the Central Plains, got the inspiration to make a husky? Isn't the Chinese pastoral dog kinder?

It doesn't like people looking at it with hungry eyes, which makes it feel inferior.

At least that's what I think, and just as I was about to ask Ying Zheng what he thought of such a siege, he was pouring himself a drink and didn't care at all.

Right now.

Flowey couldn't sit still, and suddenly it swooped down on one of the Middle Eastern people closest to it, and the gunshots rang out.

I subconsciously pulled Zhang Qin Yin Na into my arms and activated the ring to the greatest extent, but found that except for the screams of the two women, there was no accompanying sense of gunfire.

Coming and going quickly, the gunfire quickly stopped, except for Huahua who was still fighting with the corpse on the side, leaving only the woman screaming.

"Alright, alright, stop shouting, I'm almost deaf."

I patted the two of them on the back, looking embarrassed, peeking at Yingzheng, he didn't care at all.

I saw this incredible scene, the Middle Easterners who were originally pointing their guns at us did their hands in Huahua, oh no, when they moved their mouths, they suddenly pointed their guns at their partners and opened fire.

I don't know what's going on, but they're killing each other, it's weird.

The fact that the body lay on the ground, bloody.

I looked at Ying Zheng, who was still looking at the wind and sand in the distance, as if he was waiting for a friend who had not yet arrived. Looking at Meng Yi, he nodded his head and toes with a headset and hummed along with the rhythm, like punk rock.

Who did this to you? I'm thinking.

Everything seemed so harmonious and so wrong, Meng Tian came from the other side of the street, dragging a man in his hand and carrying a very long gun on his shoulder.

The man was frightened, and his mouth repeatedly underestimated a word, which the translator told me meant "demon" or something.

Meng Tian glanced at the corpse on the ground and was unmoved.

The man in his hand was shot through the thigh by a steel bar, and the amount of blood from such an injury made his face even paler, and he was discarded by Meng Tian, he didn't escape, it seemed that he was frightened crazy.

I put the ring away and thought too much, really. Ying Zheng is here, and the danger seems so pale.

"Interesting weapon."

Meng Tian bowed slightly to Ying Zheng and studied the sniper rifle in his hand.

Zhang Qin was a little scared, it wasn't that she hadn't seen a corpse, but she hadn't seen such a vivid death, she pinned her head to the side, Yin Na thought about it and moved to pull Huahua over.

"Bang."

Shocked again.

Meng Tian actually studied this gun, firing at such a close range, the muzzle of the gun was impartial, and the original muttering on the ground had been put to rest.

He died, very painfully, and his skull exploded, and the blow was fatal.

Meng Tian threw down the gun and pouted.

"I wonder if this counts as a military feat?"

The town was silent, and those who resisted were all killed by Meng Tian, and I didn't want to study how they died, but I could guess that there must have been incredible fear in their eyes before they were old, fear of a man who ignored bullets.

Left only the civilians peeping in the corners, they were afraid, fear crept in their hearts, they were grateful, but also hated.

Ying Zheng stood up and looked at the sandstorm that was getting closer and closer in the distance.

"Let's go, Soul Walker, you must be curious why I slaughtered the people here, far from my homeland, to this windy and sandy place."

Meng Yi took off his headphones and smiled at me.

I patted Zhang Qin on the shoulder, her face was a little pale, and death had passed her.

I shouldn't have brought them here, I shouldn't have been in the first place, Zhang Qin raised her head, shook her head and signaled that she was okay, the smell of blood began to permeate, I was used to such scenes in Myanmar for a long time.

We had to leave, stood up, kicked Flowey, and it hurt so much that I sobbed, and it whined twice, and finally let go of the bitten "ragdoll".

Ying Zheng didn't deliberately wait for me, Meng Tian broke the sniper rifle, threw it away, and followed his king towards the edge of the town.

The journey continued, from the beginning to the present, the little boy who was squatting on the ground had no extra movements from beginning to end, Yin Na took one last look at the little boy and took a photo with a DSLR from afar.

"He's so pathetic."

I heard and looked away.

"War leaves no heroes, only orphans and widows."

I asked the puppet what he would become, the little boy who gathered his soul in the arms of his "mother".

The puppet replied, I don't know.

In its words, there is no absolute ending, and no one knows what it will be.

We said goodbye to the town, facing the wind and sand, seeing that Yingzheng was planning to face the sandstorm head-on, although I didn't understand it, I didn't object, and apologized to Zhang Qin in a whisper, and it was my fault for taking her to face the danger.

"It's okay, this kind of experience is something that ordinary people can't encounter in their lifetime, I can adapt to it, it's very exciting, isn't it?"

She smiled very beautifully, I was speechless, although Zhang Qin was very quiet and ladylike, but in fact, her heart was yearning for excitement, such as the bed in the dead of night, I deeply experienced.

I finally knew why people like to wrap their mouths and noses in a face towel, and I think I've eaten a lot of sand.

Yin Na took out windproof glasses and a face mask from her backpack, and it seemed that this girl was completely different from before.

As always, the Daqin trio didn't need these bells and whistles, Meng Tian showed no cuts, and told us loudly that when they fought against the Huns outside the Saiwai, there was also a more terrifying sandstorm than this, the soldiers were inexplicably lost, and they could only connect each other with ropes, and finally found that the other end of the rope was in the sand, and they couldn't pull it out.

I can't imagine how a sandstorm of this magnitude could survive, after all, we are still a few kilometers away from it.

"Where are we going?"

The sand hurt on her face, and Zhang Qinyin Na didn't dare to wear a skirt anymore, but her shoes were already full of sand grains, and I could feel it.

"Your Majesty, in order to find the way of immortality, you sent countless missions in different directions, but those monks...

Meng Yi walked side by side with us, and he raised one hand to block the wind and sand in front of him and said.

"Those damn alchemists lied to me, they let me eat the elixir made of mercury, and asked me to form a team to go overseas to find Penglai Immortal Island, so I dug a pit, buried them all, and let them under my feet."

Ying Zheng was very angry and talked about it.

We looked at each other and were speechless.

"Book-burning pit Confucianism?"

Zhang Qin couldn't help but ask, Ying Zheng glanced at her, and she was so frightened that she hid behind me.

"I didn't bury the Confucian people, those literati who only spoke big words and didn't dare to go to the battlefield to kill people are not worth my killing, I burned them, but I burned the miscellaneous books of the Six Kingdoms, and the useful ones are all in my mausoleum, you just didn't find it, and listened to the nonsense of the almanac of the Later Dynasty."

Hearing this, I was a little embarrassed, history is not real, it is just a story written by the victors, just a story, that's it.

(End of chapter)