Sharpshooter Li Shuwen
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The season is already late autumn, with a few white clouds hanging in the blue sky, and a few weak chirping of cicadas coming from the distant woods. Looking around, there is no harvest scene on the vast land. On the official road from Fengtian to Cangzhou, three big horses galloped past, raising clouds of dust and leaving behind the rapid sound of hoofbeats all the way. The sun was setting in the west, and the three horses couldn't help but slow down. The three strong men on horseback unbuttoned their breasts and felt a cool breeze blowing through them, making their whole bodies feel refreshed. A narrow-faced man on the side wiped the sweat from his face while complaining to the round-faced man in the middle: "Envoy Matt, who is this Huang Shihai, so that Master Yuan is so impressed that we come all the way to invite him? I think the few Japanese and German foreign warriors in the military training department are very impressive. Is he more powerful than these foreigners?"
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