That little puppy sat upright.
As if it were his comrade.
Zhou Laosan reached out his finger and gently scratched the little dog's chin, saying:
"Come, let's go home!"
He staggered away, Saatanati watched his back, the man beside him had a face full of guilt, likely to wake suddenly on many nights, giving himself a slap.
"Zhou Yong, three years of Tianhe, courageous soldier under the Vice General of Gui Character Camp Charging Army."
"Having experienced several battles, first against Tuyuhun, then fighting Dangxiang, finally turning to battle south and north, confronting the Turkic heavy armored Iron Futu outside Zhenbei City, comrades above and below all perished, when Prince Qin Your Majesty arrived at Zhenbei City, he shouted the camp's name from years before, fighting the Turkic cavalry desperately."
"The Central Plains Hundred Battle Blade, so worn it rolled its edge, wounded and fainted from excessive blood loss, collapsed among a pile of bodies, brought back."
