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"Shall we retreat to the mountains ahead of time?"
In the dilapidated courtyard at the head of Yang Family Village, Yang Zhengxiang's aged face showed an uncontrollable weariness and anxiety.
Yang Zhenshan was wiping the tip of his short spear, slightly shaking his head, and said, "It's not time yet."
He already knew that the Northern barbarian cavalry currently entering Da Rong territory were just small detachments.
If it were a large force, they would ha ...
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