The year 1095 in the Terra calendar, a harsh winter.

Ursas borders the Yan Kingdom, on the side of a road outside a border village.

"Run, don't stop, run, there's a village ahead!"

Seventy or eighty ragged Ursatians ran in the snow and ice, and in addition to the men, there were several women and children.

At this moment, the woman who ran at the end of the line slipped and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Someone fell, and the whole team stopped, and one of the men grabbed her arm and pulled her up desperately.

"Nema, stand up, quick!"

The woman's emaciated face was pale, and her lips were bloodless from extreme hunger and physical exhaustion.

"I ..... I can't run. ”

The man pulling her was hoarse.

"The Infected Clearance Team is patrolling the neighborhood, stay here and you'll die!"

"I....... I really can't stand up. ”

"Don't you want to live, stand up!"

Tears of despair crossed the woman's face.

"I don't want to die, but where can we flee to? This is already the border of Ursas. ”

These words drifted into the ears of every infected person present in the cold wind, and everyone lowered their heads in the face of desperate soul torture.

The man's pupils flickered, but he never let go.

"Neyma, don't you want to see your child anymore, don't you want to see him grow up with your own eyes?"

"My child ......"

"Your children are in another fugitive team, they will move north, although I and we are in the opposite direction, but as long as you live, you will see you one day."

Hearing this, the woman's eyes flashed with hope, but soon, the things that supported her heart collapsed in the face of the cruel reality.

Not everyone is strong enough in their hearts, and not every mother blindly believes in miracles.

She couldn't be sure that her baby would survive the flight.

She was really tired from this running in this dark despair.

"If my child is still alive, please take care of him, leave me behind, I won't blame you, thank you."

With that, the woman used the last strength of her body to break away from the hand that the man was holding her.

There are sincere emotions in this world, but it is undeniable that in the face of the threat of death, in addition to strong family affection, most of the so-called sympathy and sense of responsibility are often vulnerable.

The hesitation lasted only a moment, and the fleeing team of infected abandoned the woman who had fallen in the snow, even though there was a village less than 500 meters ahead.

No one wants to lift her up or carry her, because those who give up on survival are likely to affect everyone who wants to live.

"Go ahead and hide in the village ahead!"

.....

Most of the people in the village have moved away because of the months of purging the infected at the border after the onset of winter, and most of those who remain are old people in their last years.

In this way, the hungry and exhausted infected broke into the village like a mob, snatching everything they could eat and carry.

The doors and windows of the cold were smashed, the wooden houses where they were stored were destroyed, and the elderly villagers could not resist and could only look at the infected people who were cornered with hatred.

In the face of this discriminatory look, some of the infected people vented their pent-up emotions during the flight to these defenseless villagers.

"Look at what! We are human beings too, and we want to live too! ”

An old man glared viciously at the mob that had broken into the village and looted.

"Demons, the infected are all demons, you shouldn't live in this land, the infected should kill you all!"

"What the are you talking about!"

"I said the infected don't have the right to live!"

"I'll kill you!"

The hatred born of discrimination is mutual, and the results are cruel and bloody, and when individual emotions rise to the group concept, the right and wrong of many things have become blurred.

In a fire, the nameless hamlet on the border of Ursas was burned to ashes.

It was also because of this fire that the nearby infection eradication team discovered the whereabouts of the infected person.

In desperation, these infected people can only continue south, trying to cross the border and enter the mainland of Yan, seeking a chance of survival.

A chase in the snow lasted for a long time.

....

By the time the last surviving infected people ran to the North China Boundary Bridge leading to the mainland of Yan, there were only about twenty people left in the team of seventy or eighty people.

The man in charge of the team had blood-red eyes, and he looked firmly at the wide boundary bridge in the distance and shouted.

"Compatriots, on the other side of the bridge is Yanguo, if you can run one by one, run, don't stop!"

Hope is right in front of you, but this kind of hope that seems to be within reach is far more difficult than reaching the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The roar of iron hooves was heard from behind, and the Ursas Raiders, at least 500 men, galloped in, their unsheathed sabers reflecting the cold light in the snow and ice.

Is it safe to cross the border bridge to the Yan Kingdom?

The answer is no, the clearance team will not give up the pursuit just because they cross the border between the two countries, and it has been for months.

It's just that at this time, these infected people have no intention of thinking, and in despair, they just blindly believe in the end ahead, because only in this way can they have the motivation to take a step.

The shouts of the cleaning team, the screams of the infected, the voices representing life and death resounded in the sky.

.....

In the snow and ice, the clamor that broke the dead silence intensified.

On the incomparably wide bridge deck, a girl leaning against the edge of a wooden box took off her hood, revealing black hair and equally dark pupils.

The temperature on the border of Ursas was cold enough to freeze a normal person, but she wore only a thin hooded jacket, and a pair of black gloves with a sense of disobedience on the palms of her two slender arms.

The hustle and bustle in the distance gradually approached, but she was still expressionless, and her black pupils seemed to have witnessed countless cruel pictures.

Finally, as the first infected stepped onto the bridge, she finally lifted her black-gloved palm.

At this moment, a relaxed voice came from the girl's side.

"Looks like I've found something amazing."

As if she didn't notice that there was someone at such a close distance, the girl turned around violently.

Seeing her nervous reaction, Xia Feng immediately raised his hands to show that he was not hostile.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just passing by."

Squinting her eyes, the girl glanced coldly at Xia Feng.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, you should know me, I'm the Governor of Yandong, Xia Feng."

"You're Xia Feng?"

"It's like a fake."

At this time, Xia Feng was wearing a black coat, a red scarf, and a round backpack on his back, which seemed to be loaded with a basketball.

After carefully looking at the black-haired girl in front of him, he seemed to have finally determined something.

Xia Feng was sure that this was the first time he had seen the girl, but the girl's facial features, in addition to the characteristics of black hair and black eyes, were at least eighty percent similar to one of his neighbors in Victoria.

Equally similar is the lack of any racial identity.

Not far away, the shouts of the cleaning team and the infected were getting closer and closer, but Xia Feng's voice was unexpectedly calm, and he looked at the girl in front of him with a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

"It turns out that this is the secret weapon hidden by the high-level of the Yan Kingdom, but I think that the weapon should not be a person with feelings."

The black-gloved palm was clenched tightly, and the girl's eyes showed an indifferent murderous intent.

"Don't get in my way."

Xia Feng smiled with a complicated smile.

"Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of getting in your way, I just think that running away from home is not what a good boy should do at your age, you say yes, Miss Liza."