In a lookout port that was pushed up with sandbags and rocks and camouflaged with branches, Yan Yingyuan was holding a telescope and staring closely at Jianlu's movements. Although iron bullets fell from time to time around the area, a layer of ash had already fallen on the iron armor. But he couldn't move...
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