"We have come to this era, how should we survive?" Yang Dongjiang asked the most realistic question at the moment,
"What can we do? If God allows us to be born, then we will go all the way. Don't look back." Wan Zhengyu said, organizing his equipment. Opening the wooden door of the room, Wan Zhengyu looked at the light coming in from the door and said without looking back: "Now that the enemy has surrounded this stronghold, we have no way out. Let's move forward, with those loyal subordinates. Even if we fail, we will only have heroes who died in battle, and no cowards who will live in peace!"
After Wan Zhengyu finished speaking, he walked out of the door, and the morale subordinates were already standing up. They watched Wan Zhengyu walk out of the gate of the cottage with his head held high and rush towards the enemies down the mountain road. The back is desolate and lonely, and the flag in the hand of the lonely figure has long been broken...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
