MTL - Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin-Chapter 201 Domineering General Pretty Army Division (20)

Two days later.

A bald and thin horse ran in the wilderness and immediately rode a thin man in sackcloth, swaying back and forth, and staggering against the dried horse's belly.

Whoever looks at this, it looks like a traveler eager to return home.

He walked into a wood, quickly presented the token to a sentry hidden in a tree, and immediately turned over and dismounted, rushing into the forest.

There are only trees in the outer circle of the forest, and an open space has been cleared inside for the army to rest.

Paper-thin skinny turned into the main camp and said, "General, I'm back."

The superior Wu Yichun eagerly closed the Fusui map in his hand: "How?"

"General, what is said in the letter is true, there are indeed Chinese army guards over the river. They not only cast sacks to stop the flow, but also dug two trenches to let the river water flow into the depression."

Wu Yichun scolded: "His mother really made up her mind to die that Ju Chen thirst in Fusui."

His two vice generals both laughed, and only one of them frowned, "General, are we really not going to help immediately?"

Wu Yichun drank his mouth tea and said slowly, "What are you afraid of? You can't die if you are thirsty for a day or two."

Another deputy general said, "No? Then Ju Chen relied on his uncle and nephew's relationship with Wang Shangchong's concubine. It didn't take two days for our general to put on the shelf. We're in love. "

The man still had some objections: "General, let's send food to Weiling City this time, and now it has been postponed. Weiling's Wuwang is not a good deal, if he complains to the king ... ... "

"Summary? What did he sue, a hero who just rescued Fusui?"

After waiting for Wu Yichun to speak, the Vice Admiral who just spoke for Wu Yichun appeared again and again. "The general is a minister of Southern Xinjiang, but not his prosperous family. Let him cry and drink? The general is in need of rescue in Southern Xinjiang. Isn't the security of a city worse than the grain delivered a few days later? "

The army is not humble or overbearing: "General, his subordinates still think that the soldier is divided into two routes, all the way to deliver food, all the way to solve the dangers, each without delay ..."

Vice-president frowned: "How come you have so many words when you join the army? You have to make a decision for the general? What if the troops are divided into two lines? What if the staff supporting Fusui is not enough? What can you do? Affordable? "

The soldier joined the army and said nothing. He went out and inspected the soldiers ’encampment. He also told everyone to eat only dry food.

Wu Yichun continued to drink tea, but his eyes were full of uncontrollable joy.

Without a contradiction, the people in the main account were a little relaxed.

The vice general who loves to shoot horses eagerly said, "General Wu, when do we leave? Yeye City is just two hundred miles away from Fusui. Once on the 5th, Fusui did not set off a bullet to declare safety, wouldn't Yeye City be in vain? Cheap? "

"Did I not say that, I can't die if I'm thirsty for two or two days." Wu Yichun said with a smile, "Just the next day."

The day after tomorrow, Wu Yichun will arrive soon.

He wouldn't go to the trouble of thinking about how Ju Chenjun, who was suddenly out of water and suffering in Fusui City, was waiting for rescue.

At night the day after tomorrow, he rectified the military situation, and took only a few horses for the purpose of encircling and chasing, so as not to cause too much movement, and not be a qualified canary.

The reason why he had to bring 5,000 people was naturally Wu Yichun's consideration.

He didn't want to let his soldiers die.

To put it bluntly, I took 5,000 people and showed them up, not only to Ju Chen but also to the Northern Army.

He wanted to give Ju Chen a chance to break out of the city and dissolve the northern government's front. By the way, it was also convenient for himself to lead the army and capture Yan Yuanheng.

As long as Yan Yuanheng is captured, the prosperity and wealth of his second half is steady.

And his ambitious object is indeed at the forefront of Sanli outside Fusui City at this moment.

Yan Yuanheng swallowed the nest made of miscellaneous noodles, and the dregs fell from his mouth. He didn't frown, just staring at Fusui.

Side stop Yun handed him water, he took a sip until Shi Tingyun wiped the mouth of the pot and drank the same pot of water, then he blushed.

He remembered the pot of wine that he had hidden, and a strange emotion rose in his heart: "Do you often drink a pot of water like this with others?"

Stopping Yun swallowing the water: "Yeah."

Yan Yuanheng said solemnly: "This is not good. It will not be allowed in the future."

Shi Dingyun joked: "Yes, my thirteenth prince."

Yan Yuanheng turned his face, a little happy.

When he refocused on Fusui City, his look returned to solemnity.

He said: "It shouldn't be fought. I came to the border town, and it was indeed a visit to the king, but I didn't have to fight for a victory ..."

Suddenly Yun laughed, holding her elbows on her knees: "Not for you."

Yan Yuanheng was not embarrassed, and "snapped" a cry: "That's ..."

Shi Dingyun held up a water bag and smiled frankly at Yan Yuanheng: "For my country. And, my king."

Yan Yuanheng understood the meaning of his words, was taken aback, and quickly lowered his voice: "I'm rude! Can you get drunk with water? How can you say that!"

Shi Dingyun squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Will you say it?"

Yan Yuanheng said for a moment: "I ..."

Suddenly Yun looked at him intently: "Thank the thirteenth prince."

Yan Yuanheng turned his face and turned the topic bluntly: "... It's too risky. If anyone comes to help, if the people in the city plan to kill the nets? I think the art of warfare says that if they are in a hurry, they can do everything come out."

Shi Dingyun said, "The thirteenth emperor is right. It is three points wrong in one sentence."

Yan Yuanheng: "..." He listened respectfully.

"First of all, they are not poor." Shi Dingyundao said, "We interrupted the flow of water. They still have wells and canals in the city. They can live for five days, despite the tightness of the groundwater."

Yan Yuanheng: "Five days?"

Shi Dianyun: "Our city is a three-day, one-time letter, telling each other peace. South Xinjiang is five days. Fusui does not have a beacon. Once the bullets cannot be used, they can only wait five days later. The neighboring city noticed that it was wrong, and came to the rescue. They knew that up to six days, reinforcements were coming. The army still hopeful, how can we talk about the word "poor"? "

Yan Yuanheng thought that it was no wonder that for a few days, Fusui had only tried to deliver letters by pigeons. After being shot and killed several times, he simply did not let the pigeons go.

"Second, they won't break the net. Because they rush out, the fish will die, and the net won't break."

"Like the puppets, if each puppet has its own mind, then whether they go east or west, they can also be extremely noisy. As we have just said, they have already fought There are also reasons for avoiding war. Therefore, there must be a main battle and two main factions in the city, and they are fighting each other. Such a dispute alone is enough for their generals to suffer headaches, and the lack of water in the city will also cause The people are full of grievances. If the water is given to the army, the people will be dissatisfied. If the army cannot drink water, it will be restless. Once the military and civilians are confronted, there will be endless internal troubles. Officials are not pigs, they will choose to shrink in the city, mainly to appease the people. "

Yan Yuanheng listened, "Well."

When talking about military affairs, he stopped talking, and never quoted the famous masters to prove his point. Those war books are his enlightenment books, just like no one can show off his knowledge of multi-character scriptures.

He said that even the ordinary people who loved to read the book could understand it, just like before.

In Wangcheng, he always felt that it was inconsistent to stop the cloud.

Until now, Yan Yuanheng found out that such a stop cloud is best matched with the starry sky, strong winds and fast horses on the border.

But he waited for a long time, and didn't wait for the rest of the time to stop.

Yan Yuanheng couldn't help asking: "What then?"

Shi Shuyun: "What then?"

Yan Yuanheng: "You just said, I was wrong three times."

Shi Dingyun: "Ah, I'll make a whole. I think San sounds more imposing."

Yan Yuanheng: "..."

Shi Dingyun laughed, and Gao Mawei was blown up by the night breeze and brushed along his cheeks, and a few wires flew past his lips, because his lips were wet with water, and his hair stuck to his lips.

Without thinking, Yan Yuanheng raised his hand and helped him pin his hair behind his ears.

Yun paused, and looked at his hand in surprise.

Yan Yuanheng's hand was still behind his ears, and his fingertips were burned by the strand of hair.

……wrong.

This is wrong.

Yan Yuanheng quickly restrained his movements, but couldn't restrain the heart that was getting faster and faster.

He retracted his hand and grabbed the kettle where the cloud stopped on the ground.

He had to grab something before he could hold his hand.

Yan Yuanheng whispered softly: "Very often."

Shi Dianyun raised an eyebrow: "Huh?"

Yan Yuanheng: "... stop the cloud."

Stopping cloud nodded.

Yan Yuanheng: "Stop the clouds."

Shi Dianyun laughed: "Thirteen princes, you called me three names. What do you want to say?"

Yan Yuanheng whispered: "... what do you say."

Shi Dingyun: "Say what?"

Yan Yuanheng didn't know what he wanted Shidiaoyun to say. He just felt that if Shidiaoyun didn't say anything, he couldn't help saying something.

Seeing that Yan Yuanheng's face was not right when he stopped, he said, "You—"

Yan Yuanheng said at the same time: "You--"

When the two "you" words were combined into one place, Chu Ziling and Li Yishu came hurriedly and interrupted the two: "Major General!"

"Thirteen princes!"

Yan Yuanheng: "..."

His clenched fist was loosened, and his heart was slightly relieved, but a sense of loss followed, and he couldn't tell what was in his heart for a moment.

After a while, however, he had no idea.

Where did Li Shushu ever see such a big battle, his face turned pale: "The spies ... the spies reported that a large number of southern Xinjiang troops suddenly appeared around Fusui--"

It seemed to be echoing him. The shouting and killing sounded like a ring. It was a silent encirclement around the periphery of Fusui City. It was like a group of wolves watching behind and preparing to attack. , Stinging scalp tingling.

... good 3D surround sound.

Yan Yuanheng stood up, his face changed suddenly: "... South Xinjiang soldiers and horses?"

"We will have Fusui surrounded by iron barrels. How did this news leak?" Chu Ziling said anxiously, "Major General, there are three or four thousand people who listen to this voice and say less! In addition, there are two thousand troops and horses in Fusui city ... Major General, go with the thirteenth prince. Ziling is guarding by the wing. It will surely protect you from the siege! "

Take two steps in front of Shizhang Yun, put your ears aside, and said, "How do you listen?"

Chu Ziling and Li Shushu were all together: "Huh?"

Suddenly, Yundao said: "What is three or four thousand? At least 5,000 people are around."

The Fusui city gate, which had been closed for several days, gradually fell down, making a crunchy muffled sound.

The 2,000 sergeants in the city were ready to go. After hearing the horn of shouting, they also showed their silver armored guns that had been wiping for many days. They were ready to wipe out the suffocation for a few days. Northern Government Army.

In the killing sound of the sky, Yan Yuanheng looked at Shi Zunyun's back, his eyes gradually lighted up.

Is it ...

Shi Dingyun turned her head and said with a smile, "... three. Yuan Heng, I'm waiting for someone to come to help."

He drew a letter bullet from his waist and let it go after letting it go.

Gunpowder propelled letter bullets into the sky, and the pungent scent of fragrance spread with the white stars scattered across the sky, reflecting the slightly confused eyes of Li Zhishu and the pale face of Chu Ziling.

The next moment, a more deafening shouting and killing than the South Xinjiang Army hangs up in the sky, hovering in the clouds, and the layers of echoes suppress the shouting and killing of the 5,000 bluffing Yunliang Army.

The sound can be discerned, and the number is eight thousand!

Li Yishu returned to God, shocked and delighted: "Why are there so many Beifu troops near Wangcheng?"

Shi Dingyun laughed: "They waited for four days, we also waited for four days."

"This spot check is unsuccessful." Shi Zhanyun turned around and touched Li Yishu's hair. "I'm the one who is so happy? I don't know your owner and don't know what I'm doing. I don't realize my intention to besiege the city. I was worried about it for many days, and even the taste of the tea was not right, which caused me to have no food, and then deducted twenty. "

Li Yanshu blushed, and was ashamed and rejoicing in his heart, and turned to get the silver gun and bow and arrow that stopped the cloud.

Seeing that Chu Ziling was still in a daze, Shi Dingyun didn't care about him. With a whistle, his white horse came running.

From time to time, Yun Yue got on her horse and adjusted her stables. Li Yanshu rushed to the place, throwing the silver gun and arrow box in the air: "boy!"

Shi Dingyun took it with both hands, holding the arrow box on his back, and holding the silver gun on his right hand, saying: "Chu Ziling, divided into five hundred soldiers, to help my father break up the surrounding siege, inside and outside, be sure to catch each other's generals! In the camp, look after the thirteenth prince! "

In other words, he lowered his head and stared at Yan Yuanheng staringly.

"There is a small town in Fusui, which doesn't match the thirteen princes." In the vigorous killing, he stopped and said in a high voice, "Five thousand people came to send, barely enough. The thirteen princes will go. Then he will return and bring Fusui to meet later. "

The face of Chu Ziling looks like death.

... how?

He thought that Shi Jinghong and Shi Zingyun suddenly proposed to fight Fusui, but just wanted to show Yan Yuanheng a victory.

Who would have thought that the son was heading for the army that came to the rescue?

Chu Ziling had long been conceived that the southern Xinjiang army near Fusui could be quickly mobilized, and only Wu Yichun, who sent food, could unknowingly play the role of the cardinal sparrow, or even kill Yan Yuanheng. A big setback for the Northern Government ...

However, who would have thought that they intended to meet inside and outside, but they were in turn dumpled dumplings by the North Army?

In terms of Wu Yichun's combat food army, let alone 8,000 people to surround him, even if only 3,000 people came, it would be enough to defeat him.

Worst of all, Wu Yichun was here.

The words "Must Catch Live" are still in the ear. Although Wu Yichun may die in the chaos and may successfully escape, Chu Ziling can't afford to gamble.

If Wu Yichun is taken back to the camp alive, he is finished!

For a moment, Chu Ziling even wondered whether the son had discovered that the southern Xinjiang had planted a detailed work in the Beifu Army, so he deliberately released fake news to design himself.

How could he expect so many steps? How can it be counted that Wu Yichun will come to help?

The son said that he was testing Ashu, so he didn't say anything ...

Chu Ziling gathered all the distractions, turned and ran silently, counted five hundred sergeants, and flew into the chaotic array of 5,000 people who had been in a mess.

In any case, Wu Yichun must not live.

After Chu Ziling's departure from the horse, Yan Yuanheng took a deep breath and turned his head to Li Yan's book and said, "Prepare the horse."

Li Yishu was also immersed in the thrill of reversing the situation. His blood was inevitable, and it was difficult to calm down for a while: "... the thirteen princes?"

Yan Yuanheng held the sword in his waist and Shen said, "I am one of the soldiers in the 3,000 siege city, and I should enter the battlefield."

At the same time, Wu Yichun was already panicked.

In order to facilitate sneaking, they did not carry many horses at all, but the Northern Government Army, which had been guarding the periphery, brought the Qiancheng Cavalry Army.

From the war side, Qian Cheng's soldiers and horses drove straight in, scattered Wu's formation straight away, and then swept around, slamming the entire encircling array straight to the individual.

The orders issued by Wu Yichun were clearly sitting on the mountain to watch the tigers fight and collect fishing profits. The soldiers did not expect that they would be treated as fishing profits, and their positions would be chaotic.

Wu Yichun was panicked when he heard the killing of the mountains and the sea, and he hurriedly ordered the retreat. After discovering that the mountains and the mountains were full of the Northern Army, he dared to burst out, hurriedly picked off his eye-catching armor, and pulled over The soldier, forcing him to take off his clothes, and put on his own clothes, mixed with the soldiers who fled.

If 5,000 people become 5,000 sheep who do not know where to flee, it will only be instantaneous to defeat the elite soldiers who are waiting for 8,000.

In no time, more than 5,000 people were killed and more than 1,000 people were buried. Hundreds of people hid in the nearby mountains and forests, and the remaining ones disarmed.

Wu Yichun was wearing the armor of an ordinary soldier, squatting among the captured soldiers, fighting two wars, and tightening his legs, for fear that the North Army soldiers would see his pair of jade-studded boots that had not been replaced.

He clenched his head, covered with burly cold sweat, desperately thinking where he had done wrong, but his brain was roaring, white, and he couldn't think of anything.

Until he caught a voice: "Vice General Chu? Did you come from Major General?"

... "Chu"?

Immediately afterwards, he heard the voice of a young man: "Yes. Are all the captured prisoners here?"

"Yes."

Wu Yichun lifted his head and bumped into a pair of eyes full of inquiry.

Although surprised by the youth in front of her, Wu Yichun has no time to manage.

He opened his eyes for help, quietly turned away, pointed to his boots, and suggested his identity.

Sure enough, Chu Ziling was as clever as Aisha described it.

After talking with the soldiers guarding the prisoners, he ordered Wu Yichun to come out, saying that he was going to let another prisoner camp to identify who was the master.

Wu Yichun stepped out of the team with hope, followed behind Chu Ziling with a low eyebrow, walked to the edge of the fence that bound them, and there were just no soldiers patrolling around.

Chu Ziling looked around and raised his chin gently toward the endless darkness outside the fence.

When Wu Yichun meets the amnesty, he arches his hand and runs away.

Chu Ziling smiled afterwards.

Ten steps. Twenty steps. Thirty steps. Fifty steps.

……enough.

He pulled out his bow, led his bow and arrow, narrowed his eyes, and aimed at the back of Wu Yichun.

When Wu Yichun stumbled forward two steps, he looked unbelievably at the iron golem that had penetrated his chest. When he fell forward, the young man shouted, "Come, some prisoners want to escape!" ! "

Soon, he could only hear the whistling wind.

Then, Wu Yichun's world completely quieted down.

...

The battle over Fusui also ended smoothly.

The sound of rushing outside rang out, and the people in the city thought that thousands of troops were coming, rushing out with joy, and they didn't realize that it was wrong when they contacted the North Forces.

Some of them fight hard, some see their enemies, and they retreat directly. The results can be imagined.

It's too difficult to find someone in a scuffle.

Yan Yuanheng's sword killed several enemies and stopped when he searched all the way, but he could only see a touch of white in the chaos and a particularly striking red mixed with it.

He looked intently, but saw nothing.

After the victory was set, the North Army strangled most of the soldiers guarding the city and rushed in along the gates they opened on their own. Only then did Yan Yuanheng stop seeing the clouds sitting in front of the city gate highland.

Yan Yuanheng took two steps forward and came closer, but was pulled by a soldier.

Because Yan Yuanheng changed an ordinary soldier's armor, the man did not recognize the thirteenth prince, and had to say, "I don't care about Major General. Major General is a little weird today."

Yan Yuanheng was surprised: "How do you say?"

"When he meets the southern Xinjiang soldier, he seems to be crazy." The soldier lowered his voice. "I've been near the major general, seeing for myself that he dragged a southern Xinjiang soldier to the tip of the gun, dragging it by fifty feet. , Also caused Ma to break a person's head. On several occasions, the shot almost fell on me ... "

Yan Yuanheng: "... Thank you."

In other words, he went straight ahead, and half-knelt in front of Shi Zheyun.

He whispered, "Stop the clouds."

Shi Dingyun raised her eyes, and there was a horrible line of bloodstains under her eyes.

He glanced at Yan Yuanheng, then lowered his head, looked at his blood on his left and right, and suddenly laughed.

He said, "... that's it."

Yan Yuanheng: "What is it?"

"Troublesome thirteenth son went to my father's Chinese army to declare, and while the army was still on, we ran to Weiling."

Yan Yuanheng's instinct to stop the cloud is indeed different from the ordinary, but he is determined to care about the military first. After all, he knows that the stop is most concerned about this: "Weiling?"

A smile stopped and said: "Wu Yichun's grain transport army did not go. Wei Ling is probably on the verge of running out of grain. Before the news spread, he quickly picked up the clothes of the captives and pretended to be the grain transport army. . "

Yan Yuanheng: "How about you?"

Shi Dingyun stood back and stood up: "I'm going back. I have to ask for something, Mr."

He stepped on the blood-stained warhorse with a look of burnout: "Thirteen princes, tired."

Although Yan Yuanheng didn't know what he was thinking, he gave him the word: "Relax."

Explain to Yuanyuan Heng that Chi Xiaochi manages his horse and heads to the town they are currently camping about ten miles away.

The greasy blood was blown dry by the wind in his palms, forming cracked blood lines, and the dried blood stains kept falling between the friction of the reins.

He didn't vomit or nausea. He calmly judged the situation in front of him.

He killed, he killed himself.

No wonder Chi Koike was still thinking about why it is already the eighth world, but the Lord God who has been targeting himself has given himself such a superior identity.

The son of the family, noble grandmother, was born. Although the target of the prince is the prince, he is only a small slave who holds his breath.

It was waiting for him here.

Shi Dingyun is a general or a general known for his bravery.

And if you have blood on your hands, you will be farther and farther away from the original world.

Even if that wasn't what he wanted, it wasn't possible to get rid of it.

It's not easy to forget the feeling of cutting a person's throat with your own hands.

So he eagerly went back and wanted to see Lou Ying.

The town was very lively, and several headed and faced officers of the Southern Army had been escorted to the town overnight.

When I was outside the town, Chi Xiaochi stopped in the horse and stopped for a while.

He squatted by the creek next to the town, washed away the blood on his face a little bit, and took the mint-like balm from the warehouse, and smeared it on his body.

He mounted the horse, entered the city, entered the house, and expertly touched Lou Ying's room.

He was so weak that he couldn't wait and fell asleep first.

Left and right is also an expected victory.

Chi Xiaochi took off the armor, pushed the door lightly, walked to the side of the bed, and sat down gently.

The man Xu was shallow, and as soon as he sat down, he opened his eyes.

Chi Xiaochi said, "Sir, we have won the battle."

Lou Ying nodded, "Yes, I see."

Chi Xiaochi: "... Mr. Didn't sleep?"

Lou Ying said, "Worried about you."

Chi Xiaochi's eyes narrowed: "I was afraid that my husband would worry, so I ran back all night."

"Just for this?"

Chi Xiaochi said heartily: "Yes."

After all, he and his clothes lay down beside the bed without saying a word.

Lou Ying's heart was a little stunned.

... He didn't sleep all night, just wanted to wait for Koike to come back.

How can he not know how Koike feels now?

Chi Xiaochi cries, scolds, or reproaches the Lord God. Lou Ying only doesn't want to see him bear it this way, and hides his true self from being seen by others.

He didn't want to be the sun and idol that Chi Koike admired, but just wanted to ...

Before he thought about it, Chi Xiaochi held him in his arms across the quilt.

His voice was as light as a wind under the window: "... sir, let me recharge it for a while, shall you?"

Lou Ying lost his voice.

After a short while, he softened his voice and whispered, "Yes."

The two lay down like this until the noise came out.

Some soldiers saw Chi Xiaochi coming in, and they saw the lights in the room turned off, but the good news was not small. After a moment of humiliation, he decided to announce the good news.

The soldier shouted his throat in the courtyard and said loudly, "Major General! Major General! Have you fallen asleep? Vice Admiral Chu has done his best! He shot and killed Wu Yichun in Southern Xinjiang!"

Chi Xiaochi suddenly looked up, let go of Lou Ying, jumped from the bed, and opened the door full of electricity: "Really ?!"

"It's true!" Said the commander Bing Xi, "I heard that it was Vice Admiral Chu who saw a person in the prison camp and felt suspicious, so he planned to show it to the general. He was expected to escape halfway and was killed by Vice Admiral Chu on the spot. Later, we searched his body, and found Wu Yichun's letter from him, and someone came to recognize the body. It was Wu Yichun, that's not wrong! "

"it is good!!"

Chi Xiaochi raised his palm and yelled, "This is a great achievement! Announce the entire army, post the bulletin board! Chu Ziling killed the enemy general and was promoted to join the army at the Xiaoqi camp! Afterwards, I will have a feast for three days, but I also encourage the bottom As long as you are a brave soldier, if you kill the enemy bravely, you will be rewarded! "

After mentioning the major general, Chuan Lingbing realized that although everyone called Vice Admiral Chu the general name Chu Ziling, he also looked at him for a suggestion beside the major general.

After all, it is still a lowly slave.

Although Chu Ziling killed a general, he was just a general with a straw bag for food. If the reward was too heavy, it would not be beautiful.

Now that he has got a small battalion to join the army, it can be seen that the major general is not a favored person, and the feast can be said to be celebrated for the generals. In addition, everyone will inevitably think that a slave has made a contribution. You can get positions in the army. What about other people of civilian origin? The ordering soldier was not of high origin, and Wen Yan was encouraged, and arched his hands in excitement: "Yes, Major General, I will let the order go on!"

At the end, Chi Xiaochi did not forget to remind him intimately: "The farther you go, the better. It ’s best to let the people in the southern Xinjiang know that their general was killed by one of our little sister-in-laws called Chu Ziling. Human spirit! "

You don't need to look at the solar Lou Ying on the bed, you can think of the glorious appearance of the eyes of people outside, and you can't help but hook your mouth.

It seems that the battery is well replenished.

And if he remembers correctly, today's Snap Rider battalion commander is exactly the black tower man who gave mercy to Chu Ziling.