Super Student's Three-realms Army

Once, Murong Wushuang, as the number one noble heir of the capital and one of the top geniuses in Huaxia, had the pride and arrogance to look down on his peers.    

However, all of this had completely changed with the appearance of Zhang Xiaofann.    

The once high and mighty noble heir of the capital had fallen from the clouds and landed on the ground. He had been trampled by a man called Zhang Xiaofann, who had trampled all of his pride and honor, causing him to be unable to rise again.    

It was also from that moment onwards that Murong Wushuang had been holding back his anger. One day, he would definitely surpass Zhang Xiaofann and get back all of his pride and honor.    

However, today, Zhang Xiaofann was dead … He had died in the Great Plain of West Siberian, where snow covered the land year-round, and was buried in a foreign land.    

On the other hand, Murong Wushuang, at the same time as Zhang Xiaofann's death, could be the number one noble heir of the capital that everyone admired.    

However, Murong Wushuang could not make himself happy about all of this. Instead, he felt melancholy and sighed deeply.    

He felt that the obsession that had been supporting him all along had suddenly disappeared at this moment.    

Originally, his heart had been strained, but at this moment, it suddenly broke.    

As for the Zhang family, which had once been a fish that leaped over the dragon's gate and became the top force in Huaxia, because of Zhang Xiaofann's existence.    

Now, the entire family was enveloped in a deathly silence. They could not extricate themselves from the gloomy clouds for a long time.    

Along with a full one and a half month, Zhang Xiaofann had never appeared in the world.    

At the same time, as time passed, the possibility of Zhang Xiaofann being buried in the foreign land was getting higher and higher. The hope of Zhang Xiaofann being alive was getting more and more vague.    

Whether it was the local tyrants in the Jiangnan area, the powerful families, or the local forces in Hangcheng.    

As for the eight great families in Qianzhou, the capital of Huaxia, and the southern Guangdong, because of the death of Zhang Xiaofann, they became restless.    

On the surface, the Huaxia world was still as peaceful as ever.    

But behind the calm, there were surging undercurrents. The forces behind the scenes were even more intricate and secretive!    

Two years later, on the Great Plain of West Siberian, which had long been forgotten by the world.    

This place had been covered in white snow for many years. Because of the great battle two years ago, it had become a pitch-black scorched earth, ruins, and there was no sign of life at all.    

It was as if it was impossible to find any living thing within a thousand miles!    

The scorched earth that had lost its vitality was once again covered by ice and snow under the work of nature. The land was sealed in ice for thousands of miles and snow floated for tens of thousands of miles, making it inaccessible.    

Only the border patrols of the Russian Far East War Zone would come to this scorched earth on a weekly basis to investigate.    

However, as time passed, the frequency of the border patrols of the Far East War Zone coming to this desolate and uninhabited land to investigate also decreased.