Host, You're Targeted

War is always cruel, no matter what purpose it is for, no matter how beautiful its results are, it is cruel after all.

Front line soldiers died and civilians were displaced.

The old man bowed his head weakly, and his body was covered with traces of years of grinding.

He is so old that he can't stand any trouble.

What if he fled to the main town?

Left their own home, to where are at a loss to rush.

Above the city wall, the cloak behind Yan Huai was blown up by the wind, especially on the bright wall.

A hundred years ago, the boy who was childish in armor has become a man who can wear any adult's armor.

He was standing on the gate of the city. The flying red cape was the flag standing there, which could inspire people's courage at a glance.

It was Yanhuai, a symbol of the prosperity of the fox nationality.

TingYang took back his eyes, drooping his eyes and said to the rickets old man, "it doesn't matter."

The old man slowly raised his head, an action seems to contain thousands of years of attachment to this piece of land.

He looked at Ting Yang and asked, "what?"

Ting Yang firmly repeated: "it's OK."

The red cape flying in the wind above his eyes formed a jumping red dot between his eyes. The old man looked at the red spot and saw a firm hope from TingYang's eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you stay here." TingYang said, "we will hold the city."

The boss asked, "really? Can you really hold it? "

There seems to be distrust of them in this question.

But TingYang knows that this is the last hope of the old man who has gone through many vicissitudes and still has no hope of losing his life. In the second half of his life, he does not know when he will die.

Can you hold it?

I can't live away from here, but can I continue to live if I stay here?

"Yes." TingYang affirmed.

Clearly, it was just a simple word, but the old man seemed to hear the clarion call of victory in the war.

He looked at Ting Yang and finally laughed slowly and slowly.

That smile is the wrinkle of aging, is this world to the old man's unique gift.

When the old man laughed, he would bow to TingYang deeply.

TingYang let go of the sword in his hand and held the old man's hand to help him up.

"Old man, go back and have a rest. It's dark and there's no one on the road. It won't be long before dawn. "

Night and dawn, always in the alternation of reincarnation, hide each other's traces.

They are like a pair of intimate lovers, telling the law of the day and night in this world, and also reminding people of the cycle of history.

After the night must be the dawn, behind the dawn must stand the night.

The old man pushed the car away, and TingYang stood there watching the old man's step gradually away and squeezed the sword in his hand.

After a long and long walk, the old man turned around and seemed to want to have a fresh look at the scene before the war.

He turned and saw Ting Yang, who was still looking at him.

Across the messy street, the old man bent his body and waved to TingYang.

TingYang seemed to see him laughing.

He also raised his hand and waved to the old man.

The old man nodded to him, turned and pushed the car on.

The objects on the car collided and made a crisp sound, as if singing this night.

TingYang also turned around, and the blue and white Cape rose and fell back on him.

He strode towards the gate.

In front of him are the retrogrades in the night, and behind him are the pilgrims before dawn.

In the middle of it, he raised a lamp.