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The battlefield is roaring, and the blood of the soldiers is burning. After three years, Dang Yanyao put on his armor again, fighting only for the country behind him, and for the person behind him... "It's a pity that you didn't see this scene, otherwise..." Yanyao paused, his voice choked up. He looked at the full moon rising on the horizon, recalling the familiar smiling face in the past and thought: "You would probably be so happy that you would make a scene."

In my free time, I will make a rough plot, some plots or novel ideas.