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... ing again!" A person came in and reported.

  As soon as Guo Jing heard this, he immediately took Xiang Nan and others up to the tower.

   I saw that the vast area outside the city was full of Mongolian troops, completely reaching the sky, boundless, and there were almost 100,000 people.

   Spears and halberds are like forests, helmets are bright and armor is bright, they are arranged in an orderly manner, ready to go, and they are elite soldiers at first glance.

  In ...

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