The land of Changqing was filled with smoke, and the bombs rained down from the sky, causing the land of Qingdu to scream and scream. The smell of burnt fur was everywhere, and countless limbs and remains were hung on the smoking trees. Yes, the enemy has already reached Qingdu, and most of Changqing has been invaded by a small country in the north, the Guayi Kingdom. As Li Shizong, the captain of the first echelon of the Yi March, seeing such a scene, my heart was full of resentment and sorrow, thinking that our Changqing Kingdom has a thousands of years of history, a vast territory, and a vast territory. During its prosperity, hundreds of small countries in the Great Yan State were their lords. Countless rare treasures were presented to our Qing capital, but Emperor Qing didn't even look at them. I took my brothers and decided to fight to the death with the enemy. In my wing plane, I adjusted the speed to the fastest and crashed into the enemy plane like lightning...
My life flashed through my mind. I was born into a Tudu clan, and my parents lost their lives in a scuffle when I was young. My uncles seized my land and house, and I was thrown into Yu Town, a small town dozens of kilometers away from Qingdu. Living a life like a beggar, the 6-year-old's stomach was not full even a day. The summer was a little better, but in the winter, his hands and feet were covered with frostbite and were badly rotten. I lived like this for two years with nothing to eat and shabby clothes. It was another difficult winter. I was rummaging through the trash cans next to a restaurant when I met the man who changed my life, Commander Ni. He accepted me as his apprentice and taught me to read and write. I was also admitted to his alma mater, Ziyu General School. After graduation, I joined the Qingdu Wing March and became the captain of the first team. This time, I survived the plane crash...
