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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