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Bai Laoqi's copper eyes widened like bull's eyes, and he said in a rough voice: "You can go to any battlefield, but you will lose your life for nothing, and you will have to live a few years less." "Hey, you rough guy, don't look down on Lao Zhan. In terms of power, we Lao Qin people are like tigers and wolves! With a shake of Lao Zhan's cane, he is the black armor of Wei State, and his heart will tremble twice!" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and his face turned red and his neck was thick with anxiety. "You old man doesn't even have a few years to live, so you should take your two little kids home. We, the old Qin warriors, are responsible for killing the enemy!" Bai Laoqi grinned and looked down at the guy hanging on his waist. "Man, from now on our business is no longer about slaughtering cows and sheep. How about killing the enemy with me?"