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... ou, ready to march south at any moment.

The number of soldiers on the towers of Leizhou City was several times more than usual, but they were merely watching.

Leizhou was not their ally.

If they rashly attacked the Northern Barbarian’s army stationed in Liangzhou, the Northern Barbarian’s people would turn around and attack them.

Between Jianghuai and Liangzhou lay Bianjing.

Jianghuai’s allies couldn’t come to their aid, and the Xie family’s army from Qian ...

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