C580 It's Connected

"Qiangzi, Xiaoming, let it out! Let it out!"

On the quiet mountaintop, Huang Guzhu looked like he was wild with joy. He was so happy that he looked like a child.

The machine gun was placed on a rock. He had two long arms, one above and one below. He was very cautious, pulling a medium-sized kite.

In the twilight, such a thing rose in the distance. At first, no one noticed it