As soon as the whole spacious and lonely room lost all the sounds, even a trace of lingering sound was swallowed up by the cold.

The whole house is completely frozen, even the darkness is frozen, which is like entering the ice and snow century when everything is dead.
After a long time, I took the seat at the other end of the long table.
It’s an arm that shines even in this darkness, and wisps of pale blue cold light wander on its skin surface, as if it is not blood but ice and snow flowing in this arm.
The arm of ice and snow has been completely frozen, and the seat has screeched, and the broken ice has broken the loneliness for a long time.
A woman sat in that chair.
It was a woman whose body shone like her arm, and every inch of her blood flowed with ice and snow. She sat there with a delicate little girl asleep in her hand, smiling, not flattering or enchanting, just like the famous painting "The Virgin Mary" that once sold at the auction house of War College.
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"Snow-"
A flood of Noxas soldiers finally rushed to the exit of the cramped hell passage, and the first batch of allied soldiers stuck in the mouth of the canyon stabbed each other with their swords. At that moment, the sound of * * overwhelmed the marginal shouting and killing echoed throughout the canyon.
A generate of blood splashed all over the men’s faces. They roared and bit their teeth in pain and death. With the sword in their body, they forcefully took their last breath and slammed into it again with the help of their comrades behind them.
"Snow-"The whole sword sank into their bodies, and the two sides collided with each other again because of the lack of preparation on this side of the Coalition forces, so that the menacing Noxalites took advantage of it and were abruptly rushed out of a crack, and dozens of Noxalites immediately jumped out.
However, the coalition’s response was not slow. Almost at the moment when the cracks appeared, more people pushed hard from behind. More demasia soldiers stood in the front line with big shields, and dozens of people rushed out to kill Noxas, who were also quickly killed by gangs.
Galen glanced at the front line and breathed a sigh of relief. This first wave of impact was the most difficult to stop. Because the other side continued to rush out from the inside and it was so cramped, the momentum was better than that of its own troops, but fortunately, that canyon was too cramped, and even if it rushed out of the gap, it was impossible to output many people at the moment.
After the first wave, the tug-of-war will be much easier
Thinking about this, his eyes once again returned to the one that broke the snow at the previous moment.
At the moment, the second hand has been stretched out from the snow.
A dozen demasia soldiers had surrounded the man before Galen ordered them to pull out the waist sword sadly.
Judging from these hands, the thick joints and palms should be a man’s palms covered with calluses, and it can be seen that it is a Mushatokoro, maybe Tedmir or … Olaf.
But Tedmir and Olaf are both famous figures for their courage, and they can’t tell which one is at the moment.
If it’s olaf …
Galen glanced at the dozen demasia soldiers. Although he seemed to be tied with Olaf, Galen knew that he had lost, and his injuries must be lighter than his own. So this person just …
"Card wipe …" Before Galen finished considering a head, he rushed out directly from the snow behind him.
Tedmir shook his face with snowflakes and looked at the sky with swords in distress. "Are you going to kill the old man?"
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"It’s about time." Lao Du rubbed his bright and clean fingers and glanced at Delxiu.
On a snowy day, the Noxasian camp was faintly visible, and the swords standing in the hands of the soldiers in the tall tower reflected so brightly in Fredrod’s rare sunshine that Delxiu’s eyes ached a little.
He nodded and turned to look behind him.
Behind him, 70 stormtroopers wearing Noxas scouts and demasia stood silent.
"Do you remember everything clearly?" Delxiu’s eyes scanned every detail of them inch by inch, trying to find some big flaws.
Seventy people neatly cut their throats with one hand, the most standard Noxas military salute.
This is Lao Du’s plan to let his own people disguised as Noxas scouts sneak into the enemy’s department first, waiting for an inside job. It’s a simple but deadly plan.
Because Lao Du … is a soul who has been close to Knox Sass Military Department.
He told the seventy men in the east and west of the road that they would remember the most important things, so even General burnham, who is almost demon-like, would never be able to tell the difference in person.
Delxiu’s eyes have been cold for many years at the thought of the last sentence of Lao Du’s words. His eyes have been a little warmer. His eyes have passed over faces, young or vicissitudes. Many of them have fought side by side with themselves for many years. Many of them are still childlike and smell of sunshine on the west coast of Malaysia. Many of them will live and many will die.
War always kills people, and Delxiu is definitely not the kind of person who can’t hide his death. But there is little sunshine here today. He suddenly remembered that when he was fifteen years old, the sun was so good when the battlefield rushed to those roaring swords for the first time.
So he didn’t shout "Long live Demacia" but said "Take care". He hoped that this time maybe some people would die because of Lao Du, so that many people could go home and see their girls.
Seventy people silently returned to the highest demasia to beat their chests, and seventy fists struck hard on their breastplates, which sank.
The sun is quietly westward.
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