In the Northern Lands, the wind blew for thousands of miles.
Li Yueming brought the gifts from the Ministry of War and the many reincarnators under his command, preparing to head to the extremely cold snow mountain.
Before he left, You Aotian stood at the door and looked at the group of young men who were riding their horses and whipping their horses.
At this moment, there was no fear or fear on their faces.
He could only see the excitement of wanting to make a name for himself.
In a trance, You Aotian seemed to see his past self in them.
He was also like them, riding on the battlefield under the previous Duke.
However, they were still so young. As long as they grew up smoothly, they would definitely be the pillars of the Great Zhou in the past.
But now.
Yet, he was willing to risk his life for the sake of the millions of people in the North.
Thinking up to this point, You Aotian could not help but feel a little sour.
