C652 Degenerate Elbow Axilla

Ai Lang sat on the hillside eating his rations as he looked at the bustling bridgehead in front of him. At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was a dim yellow. Most of the army and civilians had already crossed the wooden bridge, but there were still many people remaining on this side of the bridge. Ai Lang wasn't worried because the fire was still burning