Blood spilled from the man's mouth and fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

That person didn't hate him at all, Wu Jin read this from his last eyes, but didn't these soldiers who died because of his selfishness hate him either?

The chaotic noise of the battlefield vanished as the man closed his eyes, and the blackened road filled with blood changed to a different shape.

The cliff valley of the first line of heaven has become the gate of Shanyang City, and all the cadres and subordinates are standing quietly in front, and there is no happiness on their faces for the rest of their lives, but everyone is disgusted and disappointed.

"General—I never thought you'd do such a thing!" was closest to him......

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