pot.The blood was like a pool, the bodies of the dead soldiers still warm.Wang Tenghuan's eyes widened, and his aged face was pale with terror to the extreme.He clearly saw a death soldier staring at...Chapter 817: Betraying Informationgth, as his name suggests. His voice is as thick and rough as a bronze bell when he speaks. If he were on the battlefield, even the messengers could be spared the trouble of shouting orders.In this k...