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... w that broke the camel's back.

The number of Mechanical Beasts transferred by Huang Wen was not large.

Fifty D-level Metal Loaches, fifty D-level Flashing Sparrows, this number is probably less than one-tenth of the base's total.

In Huang Wen's opinion, transferring one-tenth of the Mechanical Beasts to deal with a warlord's force was already enough.

And this was indeed the case.

The Flashing Sparrows flew chaotically across the battlefield, sometimes turn ...

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