Twelve years ago, Aning agreed to help Li Xian attack the four cities of Ganling in a desperate situation.
Eight years ago, Aning rummaged through the ruins for Li Xin inch by inch, and on the sixth sunny day when he was not eating or drinking, he dragged Li Xin, covered in blood, to appear in front of the defeated generals.
Five years ago, Aning lurked in the largest secret door in Dachu, where he worked hard among foreign powers but never died.
But three years ago, Aning knelt in front of the Chinese army tent and became the only direct general who opposed the northward march to Pingqiang.
"Stand in Ganling." Li Xian sighed.
Aning looked at Li Xian's flying red jersey, which overlapped with the Chinese military tent flag from twelve years ago.
This day has appeared repeatedly in Aning's dreams for twelve years.
The worst thing is that the world can't keep it, and the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.
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The domineering little general
The hatred between the country and the family and the love between children
1V1, no female competition, no clever villain
The only thing separating them is the common people of the country and the people who cross the border.
Determination: Do something when you know it is impossible to do