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... arian women standing around with tattered and mussed up clothes. Quite a few were crying out. The soldiers standing on the side roared at them, “Shut up. If you cry any more I will chop you up!” And so, the girls didn’t even have the courage to cry. They all knew that these Royal Army soldiers didn’t even see them as humans. It would be as easy as killing a bug.

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I stood on the podium, my hand on the hilt of my sword. Generals Han Yuan, Shu Lie, and Luo Te were all standing behi ...

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