In the western direction, the sudden sound of cannons, like a basin of ice water to the bone, poured head-on, turning Alexander's enthusiasm and hope into a biting cold, and the cold heart was frozen, and his thinking froze! His face was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were

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

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