Chapter 1 Awakening of Insects
The sky is not yet dark, and the desert is desolate and lonely.
The bloody smell of yesterday still lingered in the dry air, and Qiu Tu couldn't sleep. Yesterday, he was accidentally slashed by the turtle grandson of He Lanhong during the battle, and his chest began to ulcerate. The tribesmen in Mobei were accustomed to smearing the blades with human or animal feces and urine. Although it would not be fatal immediately, the wound was easily infected. In a battlefield where medicine was scarce, wound ulcers could be fatal.
This battle has been fought for five years and seven months, and the battle line stretches from Jingzhou to Mobei. The generals and soldiers were all miserable, but compared to their brothers who were buried in the yellow sand, they were lucky to be alive to see the sunset.
The men's war was rough and direct. They picked up knives and hacked each other to death. As long as they were not hacked to death, the knives in their hands could not be dropped.
The tent was suddenly opened, and what came was a lean general in black clothes and black armor. He was holding a green gun with his left hand, the root of which was still covered with dirt. With a casual flick of his right hand, there was a woman in front of him.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
