C675 The Weak Always Used Doubtful Eyes to Look at the Strong

The morning sun had just shone on the southern foot of the Alps, and smoke was rising from the distant mountain village.

Xiaoming, who was bathed in the warm morning sun, stepped on the morning dew and arrived at the small mountain village.

It should be the end of the war. Some of the non-combatants that Xiaoming knew were sitting by the river and fishing leisurely.

After greeting the fishers