C121 Mutiny

In the north.

The desert was covered in sand, and at the end of the smoke was an endless black armor.

"What's the situation now?"

In Zhang Liao's tent, Zhu Gaanglieh was using a small knife to cut the mutton. Recently, he had enjoyed such delicate eating and felt like a person.

Zhu Gaanglieh didn't answer and just continued eating. Then, a figure appeared from behind the cloth