听澜依旧是当初那个意气风发,带着皖军建功立业的少帅。
不是革命党第三十三军团的上将。
“就让大伙看看我们皖城男儿的勇猛,誓于南城共存亡!”
队伍里不知谁高呼了一声,起此彼伏的振臂高呼,直冲九霄。
“誓与南城共存亡!誓与南城共存亡!”
誓与南城共存亡……
沈听澜仰头,阳光冲破乌云,红色的军旗飘扬。
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