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... f the border city were already used to sandstorms. Although there had been a lot of them recently, fortunately, the scale was not big and did not affect their lives. Moreover, the sand brought by these sandstorms was very different from before. In the past, it was dry yellow sand that ran away when the wind blew. This time, they seemed to feel that the color of the land at their doorstep had darkened after the sandstorm.

Without the Xiongnu people doing evil and benefiting from farming a ...

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