C341 Qiao Bin's Heavy Shoes
In April 2009, deep in the DaXing'an Mountains, the snow melted and the pine branches were verdant.
At this time, Dragon-Battling Squadron was standing in a pool of blood. The smell of blood permeated the air.
The surrounding corpses were piled up, and there were a dozen or so of them. Blood stained the ground, and limbs were all over the place.
This was their victory. In the past half year