Feng Zimo was the last to walk out of the big tent of the Chinese army, he came outside and looked up at the sky, the sky was gray tonight, there was not a single star in sight, and there were many dark clouds, it seemed that it was going to rain.

"It's just right for tomorrow's big battle."

Feng Zimo said to himself, and then he turned his gaze back from the sky, yawned, and walked towards his imperial tent, Feng Zimo would take the lead in every major battle in the past, and this time was no exception, so he had to rest well and nourish his spirit, otherwise he would not be able to boost morale tomorrow.

Xue Han sat in front of his tent, holding a piece of cloth in his hand

Chapter 470 of "Silver Spear in Troubled Times" Let's talk about it when you win It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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