Long Wenwen rarely sleeps, or should be said, he rarely lets people notice that he is sleeping.
Falling asleep is a very scary thing, not only because of the shells and guns that can fall on your head at any time and at any time, but also sometimes in dreams, such as those bean juices, runcakes, and Fuchun steamed buns that have been lost because of the retreat, or just disappeared. So during the day and night, whenever Long Wenwen thought of sentences like "defeat after defeat, retreat thousands of miles", his not very elegant head would throb in pain.
It hurts, but Long Wenwen is not Yu Xiaoqing after all, so he is generally not good at saying words that even if he doesn't understand them, he knows they are called heroic Qianyun. He only knew that these people in military uniforms came all the way from the northeast to the southwest.
Accents from all over the world, hometowns from far and wide, all retreated to the edge of the Nujiang River, under the gate of Nantian.
There is no longer a way out.
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