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... is fingers wrapped tightly around the crude long spear that foreman Wang Wen had shoved into his hands days ago.
The wood was rough. Poorly balanced. The iron tip slightly crooked.
It suited the militia well.
He stared northward.
Chongqing was called Mountain City for a reason. Hills rose and fell endlessly in every direction. Looking north, there was not a single stretch of true flatland. One ridge blocked the next, slopes overlapping like waves turned to stone. ...
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