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... eneral of Corps Seven.

Why “former”?

Because she died on the battlefield.

A sudden death that she remembered very well—it had happened too quickly for her to prepare for it.

Deafening blasts had rung in her ears. The world had been stained crimson.

Then her vision had darkened. An inexplicable chill had overwhelmed her soul.

Yet, an unexpected death had its merits. Before she could feel any pain, she had already lost consciousness.

Jiang Pengji used to t ...

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