It was a starless night, it was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and at the entrance of the troops in Dongcheng District, Beiping, the wind blew like a wolf's howl. A recruit who had been in the army for less than a year stood at the door of the guardhouse with a semi-automatic rifle, and the cold and sleepiness made him want to replace another soldier in the guardhouse for a rotation, but he saw two figures coming from the unit leadership building from a distance, and immediately cheered up. The lights on both sides of the iron gate are swaying in the cold wind due to the unstable voltage, which is bright and dark...

"Once Upon a Time in Beiping: Me and the Men of Sanlitun" Chapter 135 The Old World is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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