The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"boom--"

In the center of the ancestral hall, the high-tech life support equipment was shattered into pieces by a sudden burst of air.

Nutrient solution splashed.

Glass shards were scattered everywhere.

A hand, withered and reduced to just bones, suddenly reached out from inside the cabin and gripped the edge tightly.

next second.

An old, hoarse roar echoed through the ancestral hall.

"Little Five!"

"Brother Ting!"

"You guys take the third platoon and retreat immediately!!!"

"I'll hold off these bugs!!!"

boom--

The old man, who was so thin he was practically just skin and bones, managed to stand up from inside the cabin.

His eyes were cloudy.

But in that instant, what his pupils reflected was still the bloody battle with yellow sand swirling around the western border.

There seemed to be a swarm of insects in front of him.

I could almost hear my comrades shouting.

The sand beneath my feet still seemed to be soaked in blood.

But a few breaths later.

Zhou Lang's cloudy vision gradually cleared.

The yellow sand is gone.

The insect infestation is over.

Those brats who followed him around calling him platoon leader all disappeared.

Zhou Lang stood frozen in place, his withered hands slowly drooping.

He stared blankly at his surroundings.

Here, there is no setting sun over the Western Wilderness, no monstrous insects tearing flesh and blood apart.

There is only one ancestral hall.

Memorial tablets were scattered all over the ground, along with blood.

The night wind blowing in from outside the ancestral hall carried a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Zhou Lang's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"this……"

"here it is?"

He looked down and saw his hands, so withered they looked like those of a living person.

On that hand, the skin was wrinkled like old tree bark, and the veins were bulging; even making a fist seemed difficult.

next second.

"grandfather!"

A heart-wrenching sound suddenly rang out, piercing through Zhou Lang's mangled body like an electric current.

He slowly lowered his head.

Only then did he realize that a middle-aged man with a face covered in blood was kneeling at his feet.

The man's fat face was covered in tears, but his eyes held a fear that was about to overflow.

Zhou Lang stared at him for a long time.

That face was unfamiliar.

Yet, there was a vague sense of familiarity in his eyes and brows.

Like the year before last, when he last went home, his second son's baby was just a month old.

Zhou Lang frowned.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man, as if grasping at a last straw, cried and trembled all over.

"I am Erhe!"

"Zhou Erhe!"

"This name was chosen for me by you, the one Dad suggested before he passed away!"

"Before he died?"

Zhou Lang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He looked up abruptly, and for the first time, panic appeared on his aged face.

"What year and month is it now?"

"How is the Dragon Kingdom?"

"How's the border defense in the Western Wilderness going?!"

On the top of the wall.

Zhuge Wang also sighed softly.

He held the folding fan against his palm, and the usual nonchalance was gone from his eyes.

"Old Master Zhou..."

Zhou Lang instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came.

On Tuesday, Zhou He's breathing became labored.

No!

We can't let them speak!

Once the old man finds out the truth, the Zhou family is truly finished!

The only thing he can gamble on now is Zhou Lang's military achievements.

Even if it's just to save him.

The Zhou family line hasn't been completely extinguished!

"grandfather!!!"

Zhou Erhe kowtowed violently, his cries filled with anguish.

"The Dragon Kingdom is alright!"

"The border defenses haven't been breached!"

"But our Zhou family was wiped out!"

"The entire clan comprises 1,581 people!"

"I'm the only one left!"

"My eldest uncle is dead! My father is dead! My third uncle is dead too!"

"All three meridians, from top to bottom, are gone!"

"You must seek justice for the Zhou family!!!"

"What?!"

Zhou Lang's eyes widened in anger.

A murderous aura belonging to a veteran of the Western Wilderness from a hundred years ago suddenly exploded from his body.

Even if the dantian is already ruined.

Even if one's soul is broken.

But the aura that seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood still made the air in the ancestral hall suddenly feel heavy.

A look of wild joy flashed across Zhou Erhe's eyes.

Correct!

That's it!

The old man dedicated his entire life to serving the country.

He guarded the border for decades and made outstanding military achievements.

Who would dare to disrespect him?

Who dares to extinguish his bloodline?

But as soon as Zhou Lang looked up, he froze.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall.

A young man stood there, sword in hand.

He stood tall and straight, his eyes as cold as a snowy night in the North.

The intense, almost tangible, malevolent aura caused Zhou Lang's battered body to instinctively begin to warn him.

Northern Army.

Moreover, their military rank is definitely not low.

Zhou Lang's gaze swept over the boy's back again.

The boys and girls standing outside the door were all wearing school uniforms.

Yet each of them carried an aura that instinctively put veterans on their guard.

Someone is riding a flying sword.

Someone was carrying a long spear.

Someone was sitting lazily on the wall.

The more Zhou Lang looked, the heavier his heart became.

Finally, his gaze passed over the entrance of the ancestral hall and fell upon the black dragon flag fluttering in the night wind outside the courtyard.

Beneath the black dragon flag, the Zhenguo Army stood silently in solemn silence.

Ye Chen was squatting next to a pile of confiscated spiritual materials and gold and silver, counting them. His face was swollen like a pig's head, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Zhou Lang stared at Ye Chen's profile, his turbid pupils widening in shock.

Like.

so similar.

Those eyebrows and eyes.

That kind of self-righteous love for money.

It almost perfectly matches the image of the emperor from my memory who once led the western border defenses into battle.

"The...the National Army?"

Zhou Lang's voice trembled.

"Who is that...?"

"Your Majesty..."

Ye Chen noticed his gaze.

With a "whoosh," he darted to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

He stroked his chin and stared at Zhou Lang for a couple of seconds.

"what?"

"Is the old man still breathing?"

"Bang!"

Zhou Lang immediately knelt down.

He clasped his hands together, but his spine remained straight.

"Zhou Lang, Platoon Leader of the 3rd Platoon, 4th Company, 3rd Regiment, 1st Division of the Western Wilderness Border Defense, greets Your Majesty!"

Ye Chen blinked.

"His Majesty?"

"You mean my old man?"

"Oh, I'm not him."

After he finished speaking, he immediately lost interest in being worshipped, waved his hand, and turned to walk back towards the pile of stolen goods.

After taking only two steps, he turned back and glanced at Zhou Lang again.

"Old Master Zhou."

"Before you seek revenge, listen to what the current Northern Commander has to say."

"And listen to what despicable things your descendants have done while you were in a coma for a hundred years, taking advantage of your military achievements."

"Don't let your unfilial descendants use you as a tool in these last few days."

The modern-day Northern Commander.

Unfilial descendants.

serve as hatchet man.

These three sentences were like three nails, driven deep into Zhou Lang's mind.

He slowly raised his head.

At this moment, the shattered soul seemed to be completely awakened by the smell of blood.

Zhou Lang looked at Lu Ming, his voice hoarse.

"Please..."

"The Northern Commander..."

"To clear up Zhou's doubts."

A complex emotion flashed in Lu Ming's eyes.

That was a tribute to the veterans.

It also reflects a coldness towards the Zhou family.

He looked at the old man in front of him, who was so thin he looked like he was about to fall apart, and his voice lowered.

"The entire Zhou family consists of 1,581 people."

"During the hundred years you were in a coma, you ostensibly sold materials from monsters, but in reality, you used your military achievements, status, and connections to run a human trafficking operation in Jinling."

"Corruption between government and business."

"It involves military and political affairs."

"Transferring children, trafficking women and children, and silencing witnesses to cover up crimes."

"The evidence is conclusive."

"Infallible Slash".