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Secret Files of the Current Situation
The rain in late autumn always brought with it a bone-chilling chill. Wu Shi stared at the meandering water marks on the window glass, and unconsciously rubbed the outer shell of his pocket watch with his fingertips. The pocket watch, which had experienced the war in Nanjing, the cold wind in the Harbin ice field, and the smoke in the air-raid shelter in Chongqing, was lying quietly in the palm of my hand. The metal surface was warmed by the body temperature, but it could not withstand the cold
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Luck Army Spirit
When the tires of military trucks rolled over the gravel road along the border, they made a muffled sound, as if beating the beat of this silent desert. Mu Ci was sitting in the corner of the carriage, holding the warm jade pendant in his arms - something Lin Wanqing left outside the logistics tent. The quality of the jade was not top-notch, and the edges were a little frayed. It was obviously something that had been worn close to the body for many years. His fingertips rubbed the lotus pattern
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Breath Blade
At night, "Shenju Alley" looked like a piece of rag soaked in sewage, casually discarded on the edge of Canglan City, the royal capital. The air is a mixture of cheap herbs, low-quality fuel and the lingering damp musty smell. Deep in the alley, a solitary spar lamp emitted a weak but steady light, coating the simple wooden sign of "Qingyang Clinic" with a hazy glow.
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Gao Wu: from Being an Underground Sparring Partner to Becoming a King
The underground of Jiangchuan Chengnan District always smells of a lingering musty smell mixed with low-quality disinfectant. "Bang!" The dull sound of flesh colliding exploded in the dim octagonal cage, accompanied by the heart-wrenching "creak" sound of the bones being overwhelmed. Qin Yebai was smashed against the barbed wire on the edge like a rag bag, and the rough barbed wire instantly drew several bloody marks on his sweaty back. He groaned, a strong smell of rust rising in his throat and
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