The stronghold of the sand gang and the outside of the yard are like a sea of blood. The people standing quietly wait, gasp and let themselves rest.

"OK, let's take a break. If you are seriously injured, please send them to the hospital. Then we will clean the battlefield." Zhang Han ordered.

everyone here is bloodstained. The enemy's own. Everyone is more or less injured, light or heavy.

"what shall we do now?" Hua Feng asked, looking at Zhang Han and Xiao Ling, I really don't know who to listen to.

"instructor, what do you say?" Zhang Han still obeys Xiao Ling's orders from the bottom of his heart....