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In the ancient city of Sirius, the cry of these rough men is accompanied by a chorus that is worse than the cry of the wolves. In addition, there seems to be some weeping sound. The ancient city of Sirius is no longer an ordinary time. The old city of Sirius is just a battle ancient city with dead spirit and dark clouds.

He is as ruthless as the stone city. The soldiers in the city are full of killing intention. The ruthlessness to the enemy flows in every battlefield. The whole ancient city can only be regarded as a cold-blooded and merciless killing machine. Tonight's Sirius ancient city, under such crying and howling, releases all the pressure of ordinary times.

Ordinary people always think that these men are made of steel. They think that they are so strong that they have given up their seven emotions and six desires. They don't know how much suffering they are in the battlefield every moment. They are experiencing all the hardships of ordinary people's life.

Every moment is a battle, every moment is a farewell of life, old age and death, they are not under pressure, but strong and do not cry under pressure, only in such a night, they will occasionally think of, they have had a time like water, they have also had close friends in arms, they have also had a beautiful family

This kind of night, no one will like, especially this group of rough men who have been persevering for a lifetime, they will certainly refuse, refuse this kind of thing that makes themselves vulnerable, because they know that the charming things will eventually fly away in the ashes, and no one can retain them.

The jubilation of this night has never been seen in the ancient city of Sirius. For a long time, the ancient city of Sirius has no holiday or celebration banquet, because they have to face the battle every moment and be alert every moment. The celebration banquet at this moment may turn into condolence at the next moment.

No one knows what will happen next in the border town.

Fortunately, tonight is a time of heaven and earth, there is no monster attack, there is no battle, rough men hook up with each other, even ridiculous to each other spit each other a face, and then sleep in the wet corner of the wall, everything is so relaxed, freehand.

This must be a scene that has never been seen before. The ancient city of a thousand years and the ancient city poured with blood should have only war songs and wails, but there is laughter tonight. This is a scene disgusted by the king of hell and laughed at by the spirits of the dead.

However, no one was willing to disturb these rough men that night. Even the monsters had to stop fighting for nothing but time.

On a night like this, when will peace return?

However, such a jubilant night, everyone fell asleep, only the clock tower on the moonlit night and a boy in white who did not sleep.

Under the moonlit night, the young man in White's eyes were as clear as water, which were not affected by the sleepiness of the rough men. There were shrewdness, melancholy, war spirit and helplessness in his eyes. The young man's eyes, which did not seem to be crowned, were more turbid than those of the old man.

Above the bell tower, the direction the boy in white looks at is the battlefield in the distance, and also the distance after the battlefield.

Garrison drum break line, autumn geese sound.

Dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright from home.

There are brothers are scattered, no home to ask life and death.

It's not long enough to send a book, but it's not a truce.

The boy in white suddenly chuckles. When he was young, he didn't understand the meaning of the poem. Now that he knows the meaning of the poem, he has to remember his youth. It's ridiculous. Besides, he is still young