"Brother Zhang, our old Li was robbed by the brigade commander. The mice in the munitions warehouse had to come out in tears. You have to think of a way for us." Li Yunlong held Zhang Ye's hand and refused to let go.
"Okay, okay, there will be submachine guns, there will be artillery, there will also be tanks and planes." Zhang Ye said with a smile.
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