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... -covered wooden wheels rolled over the wet and soft mountain road, as the caravan of eighteen cargo carts slowly moved through the forest, heading towards Zhaoge.
On the carts were coach drivers, knife-bearing guards, spear-wielding strongmen, a caravan boss who was trembling with fear due to rumors of horse bandits, an old man with white hair, and a child hitching a ride.
Above the caravan lingered, for a long time, a variety of curses.
"Fuck your mother! Damn Wei Ben! I ...
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