lost to time

On Si Yexiang's face, a few wisteria flowers fell on his hair, making him even more slender than before.Zhang Qishan couldn't bear it, and brushed away the broken flowers, Wu Xie also pointed to Zhang Qishan's hair with a smile.

"Wu Xie, I miss you very much." Zhang Qishan murmured.

"I also--"

Something hit Zhang Qishan's eyelids, Zhang Qishan couldn't help blinking, the smile was still in the corner of his mouth, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the adjutant and the housekeeper.Surrounded by broken walls and rubble, Zhang Qishan wiped his face and said wearily, "I fell asleep?"

"Well, Master Buddha, as you guessed, the Japanese army did sneak attack late at night." The adjutant's face was filled with uncontrollable eagerness.

"Well, are the depth and surround all in place?"

"All on standby."

Zhang Qishan stood up, picked up the saber on the table, and said, "Where's the bugler? The siege has begun!!"

Freud?What a strange reputation. If there is such a person, maybe Wu Xie has indeed returned in his dream. Zhang Qishan raised his hand to brush away the wisteria flower that fell on his hair in the dream, and walked towards the front line with his saber tightly.

Huangliang is a dream in a dream for a moment, and the years of war are reminiscent of others.