"Bang -" A gunshot rang out from the city tower. Xie Yuan's bullet passed through the enemy general's flag eight hundred meters away, shattering the last trace of boyishness in his body. When the whole city was kneeling and trembling under the artillery fire, he was the only one who wiped the barrel of his gun and said to the remaining soldiers: "I'm here with the city, and even when the king of hell comes, he has to line up behind me." From then on, the enemy's legs weakened when they heard his name, and they always asked one more question when they disarmed: "The commander on the other side... Is he really the Xie family's Yama who is under eighteen?"
