Tan Junyan's expression was moved, and a feeling of compassion welled up in her heart.

Two of the followers were trembling, trying hard not to cry out.

The mother's wrists were wrapped in blood-stained linen.

Her dead husband's wrists were also covered with wounds.

He must have had nothing to eat, so he fed the two children blood and cut his wrists.

Bleeding to save children, eating children to survive, such tragedies happen every day.

Due to years of severe drought and continuous high temperatures, cities have long since turned into hell on earth.

The mother and her two children were so sad that they did not notice the arrival of Tan Junyan and others.

Tan Junyan did not disturb them. She left a few steamed buns and retreated with her followers.

There has been severe drought for years and not a drop of rain has fallen. Except for the royal family, no one can escape this natural disaster.

Human tragedies are unfolding everywhere, and what we see is just the tip of the iceberg.

There is no way to provide relief at all.

After passing through an alley, we arrived at the big tent where Xiao Li was.

"Wow, wow... My poor child..."

Before I got close, I heard a woman crying loudly.

Tan Junyan's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously quickened her pace.

He opened the big tent and asked, "What happened to Little Leo?"

The old woman with red eyes cried and hugged Little Li, "He...he is gone, wuwu..."

Tan Junyan's body swayed, her vision went dark, and she almost fainted.

Leo's biggest wish is to have a full meal.

But when he brought the food, he closed his eyes forever.

It would be very uncomfortable to see irrelevant people leave, let alone playmates who grew up with you.

At the age of just over 20, he couldn't even fulfill his wish of having a full meal before he died.

No matter how strong Tan Junyan was, tears welled up in her eyes.

He muttered to himself blankly, "Little Leo, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

"long……***!"

Little Li's mother wiped away her tears and said, "My son knew that the army was short of food. His last wish was to donate his body to the soldiers as food after his death."

One of the followers heard this, covered his mouth and turned and ran out.

“Ah, ah…”

He couldn't help it, and came out crying loudly with tears in his eyes.

Tears were welling up in Tan Junyan's eyes, but she forced herself to hold them back.

She put down the food she had brought and said loudly, "Recognize Little Li for a first-class merit, posthumously confer the title of Fearless General, and give him a grand funeral."

“Yes, yes…”

The followers responded loudly, their voices were particularly loud.

…

"Master Wang, the picture you sent me is a piece of ancient Chinese text, which is very easy to translate..."

Wang Yan had just moved the porcelain jar into the secret room of the villa when he received a call from Song Jinli.

He continued, "There's a link I've sent you on my phone. It has translations of ancient and modern texts. It's like a dictionary, very convenient."

"Thank you, you can treat me to a meal some other day, ha."

Wang Yan was about to hang up the phone, but then he rolled his eyes and said, "Boss Song, can I ask you a favor?"

Song Jinli was silent for a moment.

"As long as it doesn't embarrass me, I don't think I will refuse."

"The thing is, my uncles want to kick me out of the group completely..."

Wang Yan told him about the 200 million yuan financing, meaning that when the time came to pay, he would go with him to help support them.

After all, those uncles are capable of doing anything, and even if you pay 200 million, you may not be able to keep your shares.

"I shouldn't be involved in your family affairs, but your father and I are close friends. You're in trouble, so it's my responsibility to help."

"But, if I go there alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to control those uncles in your family..."

"If you don't want to help, just say so. Why are you wasting time?" Wang Yan interrupted Song Jinli.

Song Jinli on the other end of the phone glared, "Don't get me wrong, that's not what I meant."

"I'm studying ancient Chinese literature. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

"Pay me back the 500 million you owe me as soon as possible. I need it urgently."

Wang Yan hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

I clicked on the link sent by Song Jinli and took a quick look at it.

He walked out of the secret room, turned on the computer, compared the text on the yellow paper, and started to make translation records.

After working for nearly an hour, I finally translated it all.

Wang Yan looked at the translated content and fell into deep thought.

The porcelain jar doesn't seem to be a treasure pot, but should be a link to the Holy Dragon Dynasty.

There should be a porcelain jar like this over there. All the water and expired food put in it will go to the Holy Dragon Dynasty.

They were regarded as gods, and the gold ingots were presented by the ancient people there as a token of gratitude to the gods.

The smoke and fire coming out of the porcelain jar were caused by the paper money or prayers they burned to the gods.

The name at the signature was actually Tan Junyan mentioned by Song Jinli.

According to Song Jinli, she was a beautiful general of the Holy Dragon Dynasty and a legendary commander.

Due to lack of water and food, they were trapped and died at the border, which led to the destruction of the Holy Dragon Dynasty.

She also mentioned in her writing that they were surrounded by an army of 400,000 barbarians.

Without water or food, they prayed to the gods for help.

There have been insect plagues and severe droughts over the years, and people have started to eat each other.

Now is the critical moment when she is about to be trapped and die at the border.

To save or not to save?

Will saving him change history and cause serious chain reactions?

If she is not rescued, she and her Tan family army will have no way out.

…

"Save, must save."

Wang Yan made a decision after some thought.

Take money from others to help them get rid of disasters.

I got 800 million yuan for free, so how could I just stand by and watch him die?

If you really don't care about other people's life or death, how is the difference between you and those non-human relatives at home?

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!