Under the afternoon sun, the mountains and jungles of Xiduo were shrouded in a golden color, Tang Qiusheng stood in front of the low window of the headquarters, looking at the approaching British soldiers and the stretcher. Tang Qiusheng and Alexander did not

Hand hit...... Hand hit......

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