A distant and desolate song sounded behind him. It was Wang Gu returning to the north to see off his beloved disciple: "I have a son in my family. He is only 16 years old. He is wearing armor and can defeat thousands of troops! He is as brave as a bear and as courageous as a tiger. He chops with knives and axes without frowning. Red gold blood is sprinkled under the white blade! The pot is full of filthy wine. No matter how far away the world is, I will take his bed..."
This is Beihuang's poll "Sending Children to the Battle".
"It's so unpleasant!" He said with tears streaming down his face. Ben Lei wanted to look back several times, but his neck was so stiff that he still held it back. Thousands of words can't express all the sorrows and feelings in my heart, and all kinds of feelings can't wrap up all the worries. A wave of hot blood poured into his chest like molten iron, and a breath of turbid air that had been pent up for a long time finally burst out with a rough and wild sound from the north——