Twenty years ago, in the afternoon of June, under the shade of a tree, an ignorant little boy lay on his back on a rattan chair, rocking one after the other, and slept soundly.

This little boy is the former Luke.

Everyone, at birth, inherits their father's surname, and then an elder gives a name.

In that country, in the era of constant war, Luke had a name, but no parents, because his parents died in the fire.

At that time, he was like a child that no one wanted, begging along the streets, and even going to steal from time to time to steal the stronghold of temporary peddling of daily necessities.

Because he was hungry, very hungry, very hungry, and very thirsty.

The water in the lake is polluted and smoky, and when you drink it, your intestines will rot.

It was a super sulfide weapon produced by the Giant God Kingdom, and everyone here was plagued by war.

Every day, Luke hides his young body in the gaps of the ruins, his head covered with dust, unlike Cheongluo, where no one will say that he is unhygienic.

No one dislikes him, he is a wild child.

When he opened his eyes every day, he either saw the chariots driving by in a hurry, or saw the soldiers of the same clan carrying guns, wearing steel helmets that had not had time to buckle the straps, dragging their wounded bodies and continuing to rush forward.

Maybe it's the rebels who came after them who caught up again.

Maybe...... It's this street that is going to change owners.

Until one day, Luke was so hungry that he woke up in a deserted neighborhood full of wind and sand, and there was no one left but him.

He dragged his emaciated body and wrapped the discarded blankets discarded by the adults as a cover for his body.

I cried, my tears dried, and when I cried again, no one paid attention to my crying.

The days when I cried in my childhood, when I cried, my parents would come forward to care about me are long gone.

Journalists from other countries around the world handed the microphone to Luke.

That was the last time Luke cried.

"What am I doing wrong? What exactly am I doing wrong? My dad unloaded Uncle Hierro's house on the street, and my mom worked in the laundry room at the end of the road.

They were blown up by the iron lumps that fell from the sky!

What did they do wrong? If there is a good Samaritan, please tell me, tell me what exactly I did wrong? ”

This passage, which no one can accept, comes from the mouth of a seven-year-old child.

The money on the journalist is useless in this country.

Almost late autumn, the reporter draped his trench coat over Luke's body.

Tears dried up her cheeks, leaving two muddy trails.

Luke's face showed a long-hazy smile, who would have imagined that a child who had just lost his parents and no one to care for him could smile again because of a coat.

But the kind reporter, in less than ten minutes, was shot through the forehead.

Luke was stunned again, his mouth grew long, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Then came the vicious beast, and the smoke and dust caused by the explosives once again devoured the child.

If it is said to be fortunate that God has favored it, this kind of favor is undoubtedly a continuous superimposed pain.

Luke survived, and he insisted on surviving in this war zone.

After searching for a long time, there is no one who can recognize him anymore.

I've been looking for a long time, and there's no one to live with here.

Luke is lonely, lonely, and hides in fear every day.

There are no people here, but there are still continuous bombardments every day, making this a must-stop place to clear the battlefield.

Maybe it's getting used to it, maybe it's getting familiar with the laws of the battlefield.

Luke would wake up every day at midnight and rummage through what had once been a living quarter, a bustling market, and for years, given him his last supplies.

Eating, raw, what was once a freezer turned into a stinking source of pollution, and for the first few months, even rotten meat, Luke had to pinch his nose and eat it.

Because he will live.

If you want to live, you have to get out of here.

But he was too young, and walked fifty miles a day in the direction of the established sun, either deserted city ruins or abandoned farmland bubbling with black smoke.

From time to time, there will be stray wild dogs barking at him.

He later said that the dogs there would eat people if they ran slowly.

Finally, when he was ten years old, he came to the border line of this leisurely country, the Tri-Matrix Alliance.

When the border guards saw the poor child, they did not treat him as a refugee, but as a prisoner.

So when they returned to camp with Luke, they grabbed him by the neck with one hand and lifted him up, shouting at their comrades: Look! What did I catch? This is the treasure that God has rewarded me for meritorious service!

With that, he walked forward and threw Luke out.

The ten-year-old child, who had lived so far and had been unsupervised for three years, could barely understand what the people were saying here.

At the same time, Sanji's army handed over the children who had fled from this troubled country to a higher class.

The peace of the Sanji alliance is undoubtedly not because of the defense of the rear of the Qingluo country.

Once Luke's hometown hits, even outside the borders of the Sanji Alliance, the powerful guards of Qingluo will come to the front line with the reason of potential threat.

In this world, there is no organization that does not want to kill and dare to provoke a country with a third base to defend it.

At that time, Zhang Yao was in the third base sub-base of Qingluo Country, Qingluo Base, and he strongly asked the generals to organize this battle to continue.

It is true that Lin Weibing at that time also became a general that Wu Bo must take.

It was a catastrophe, a catastrophe that created a poor country, a group of poor victims.

"Negotiations and warnings don't make sense! They have long been related to Qingguo and Haifanguo, and they have already been red-eyed, and there has been no intention of ceasefire for several years in a row! ”

At that time, the young Lu Xian yelled loudly.

Wu Bo waved his hand: "Okay Lao Lu, you stop, as long as we find the quantum man, we don't have to make a move, he can end the war alone!" This is the reason for the existence of our third base. Don't always try to keep that kid for yourself and do some bullshit experiments! ”

Lu Xian's mind was seen through.

Wu Bo didn't have time to give face, so he was straightforward: "Don't talk nonsense, let's say it, as long as you don't interfere, I can guarantee that the kid from the quantum man can be stationed in the third base immediately." If you meddle any more, you are a sinner of peace! ”

The corners of Lu Xian's eyes trembled, and he smiled bitterly in his heart: It's really nonsensical, I'm just using my way to make the world safer!

He gritted his teeth: "Okay, good! Okay, I believe you once, but if the Lin guards can't come to the third base within three days, they can't stop the only remaining war in the world!

Then I'll use my own way to make him obey the command of the third base! ”