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"Boom boom boom!"

"Kill!"

In the dead of night, a dull drumbeat sounded, torches were lit one after another, accompanied by fierce cries of battle.

The previously quiet county town suddenly became tumultuous.

The soldiers on duty on the city wall hurriedly struck the golden gong.

The pounding sound echoed throughout the city.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

They shouted at the top of their lungs whil ...

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