The sky was already bright, but the cold wind was still blowing.
The strong wind raged like the roar of a vengeful soul.
A blood-red-clothed youth quietly arrived with a head in his hand.
The cloth on his thin body was originally spotless, but now his chest was red.
But the young man did not care.
He really did not care.
No matter how painful it was, how could it be stronger than a heartache?
This youth was Braydon Neal!
His handsome young face was staring at the lonely grave in front of him.
This was Braydon's first time here.
The entire army of the Ludwig army was buried here.
In the endless lonely grave, one could vaguely see how tragic the war was back then.
On the largest mound.
There was a nine-meter-tall monument!
The largest tombstone had no name.
The person who erected the tombstone did not want outsiders to know who was buried in this tomb.
