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... heir throats with their swords. They watched the armor on their body stained with their own blood.
Standing behind the military array, they rushed forward with the rain of arrows that never ended. Some of the arrows fell to the ground, and some rushed into the front and fell into the crowd.
On the battlefield, there is no place for people to survive, just as there is no place for people to live in peace.
The difference is nothing more than being drowned by arrows at the same ...
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