The thick fog gradually rose, and the Hukang River Valley, close to the small town of Sido on the East Indies side, was shrouded in a white expanse, and the night was still thick like ink, if it were not for the British and Indian army watchtowers, a few searchlights, from time to time in the dense fog, flashing back and forth with dim light

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

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