Silver Moon.
White moon City.
Early in the morning, a line of cars crossed the long Street like a long Dragon.
A Black Flag with the word 'li' written on it was hung high in the air, fluttering in the wind. It was like the roar of a Tiger, looking down on the forest.
In the surroundings, some people were watching.
Looking at the convoy, he was a little puzzled.
Garrison troops?
But why had he never seen this flag before?
Some people were curious.
There were more than 20 large vehicles and several small ones. Such a formation had happened once at the beginning of October when one of the Silver Moon tycoons, the head of the night patrol, hou Xiaochen, had entered the central region.
What about this time?
"Which great general is going on this trip?"
Someone couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
