C1182 Fighting

At night, snow fell outside the window.

The glass was covered in a layer of mist, and the world outside was hazy in the orange light.

At this moment, as the highest commander of the Red Nation, Chen Xing had just finished his dinner. He poured himself a glass of wine, crossed his legs, half-closed his eyes, and laid on the chair to sleep.

"Pah!"

Suddenly, a strong wind blew over