Thirty thousand!

Just think about it and you will know that you are no match for the Northern Xinjiang Army. Someone said.

Wei Ming gritted his teeth and said.

Wei Ming sneered:

The confidants were as restless as ants on a hot pot.

Wei Ming's words made his confidants extremely happy.

The confidants were silent.

Wei Ming lowered his voice.

Someone's eyes suddenly lighted up,

Wei Ming couldn't help but cursed:

He took a breath,

someone asked.

Wei Ming pointed to the south,

Everyone couldn't help but get excited.
Chapter completed!