As soon as he walked out of the village, huseny saw an old figure slowly walking on the yellow dirt road.
Huseny was very familiar with the man. It was the old man who had been looking for a job with him.
At this moment, the old man was walking towards the small town in front of him with a hunched back. His back view was bleak and desolate.
Although the old man looked like a dying Candle in the Wind, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, it would be a big mistake to underestimate him!
This old man in tattered clothes, with turbid eyes and a wrinkled face was definitely a legendary figure!
No one in huseny's village dared to look down on the old man. Sometimes, his words were even more effective than the village elders'.
Husseny had heard that when this old man was still a child, he had already taken a gun to the battlefield. Of the more than 100 people who had joined the Army, only he had survived.
