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However, Ping Mo's mood was not high. On the way back, he pursed his lips and said nothing. Pei Yutu guessed that he was thinking about the students, instructors and soldiers who suffered and died. I took it on myself, I didn't bother, I just stayed by his side quietly, and quietly held his hand when no one was paying attention.

However, Instructor Ping himself did not take credit, but his feats were spread throughout the deserted b ...

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