On the Gobi Desert, which is full of coarse sand and gravel, some drought-tolerant plants grow quietly.

The mischievous wind whirled, bringing up a wisp of yellow sand dancing in the air, and they were tireless, far more energetic than the blue and red in the yellow sand.

A woman stepped on a flying sword, held her young son in her arms, and looked at the land with a shocked face.

This was once her hometown "Loulan".

After many years, when I returned to my hometown, I saw no longer the busy streets, but the crystal clear lake.

There is no bustling crowd, only the yellow sand is noisy with the wind.

Sadness and despair filled his heart, his face was pale, his flying sword trembled, and he seemed to fall at any moment.

At this moment, a streamer flew in, and a man appeared beside her, caressing her back and whispering

"Madame, there are survivors. ”

The news made the woman stop grieving herself, grabbed the man's elbow, and flashed an eager gaze.

Looking at his wife's moist eyes, the man showed pity, but he didn't say much, he understood that his lover didn't need comfort now.

After patting his lover's somewhat pale hand twice, the man took the lead in flying southeast.

For a distance of more than ten miles, ordinary people also need to walk for an hour or two, but for the two people who flew with Edgeworth, it was only a snap of their fingers.

The boundless sea of sand has always been crowned by people as the place of death, but the tenacity of life will not yield to death, clumps of sand willows are deeply rooted in the sand, they are the hope in despair, they are the silent guardians of the oasis.

The survivors in the man's mouth are resting here, and dozens of people are visible, some are clinging to each other, and some are drinking water.

The two who came from afar glanced at each other.

"Are there anyone you know?"

The woman first glanced at it cursoryly, shook her head slightly, and gave her a look back, she wanted to go down and take a look.

The refugees were doing their own thing as if they hadn't seen them.

The eyes of these people were full of despair and numbness, and some of the refugees with minor injuries were feeding water to those who had lost their arms.

Judging from the wound marks of these people, it seems that they were caused by the bite of some kind of fierce beast.

Seeing this, the two of them had a rough guess about what happened to these people, and the man raised his right hand lightly, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the roar of the earth.

"Boom"

Just in the direction where the two of them flew before, something rolled up in the wind and sand, rushing towards here, the earth was trembling, the sand and gravel were all over the sky, and the scene was quite shocking.

A refugee leaning under a tree, standing at the forefront with a resolute face, looking so sad and sad when he lost his left arm.

More and more seriously wounded people came over, they gathered together, looking ahead with resolute faces, there was no trace of fear in their eyes, some were just numbness and despair, but they still chose to fight.

The husband and wife in Tsing Yi were blocked by the crowd at this time, and looked in front of them, these ordinary and fragile ordinary people, their hearts were touched.

From the tattered armor, it can be seen that these people are all combat personnel, and they are defending their comrades with their tattered bodies.

The woman's tears passed quietly, she couldn't imagine what these people had experienced, their indifference, despair, like a sharp knife, was cutting through her heart.

These are all family members in her hometown, the same wordless, the woman walked to the front, entrusted the child in her hand, to the first soldier to stand up, the smile with tears, to the eyes of these refugees, added some different colors.

Then he neatly summoned the flying sword, the painting was shining, and when she entrusted her young son, she had already rushed to her husband in the wind and sand......