Looking at the petite pale broken bones among the weeds, Lu Ye was stunned.

He didn't come back to his senses until the last rays of the sunset disappeared into the distant mountains, but the mottled blood red reflected in the broken bones was deeply imprinted in his mind, like some kind of echo, not intense but constantly reverberating.

Lu Ye gently picked up the rough wooden pony, carefully stroked the dust on it, and looked at it carefully.

At this time, although there was some kind of emotion roaring in his heart, he still maintained a cold silence on the surface.

As a modern person who has crossed over from a peaceful country, Lu Ye's understanding of war is only based on the statistics in the database, and it is all ...... before

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