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... ior had a pained expression on his face as he covered his injured shoulder with his hand while running.
"Hold on , soon we will reach safety. " Marx looked back at the injured soldier, his face was pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and blood was flowing from his shoulder to his pants.
Marx knew that the soldier would probably not last much longer, but he could not stop. There were men behind them, and those men were not of the Western army, but of the Northern a ...
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