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On a battlefield like this, sound had a short lifespan. Flintlocks cracked like splitting bamboo, men screamed like they’d suddenly remembered unfinished business in life, and the rain hammered down with the enthusiasm of an accomplice.
Words didn’t travel far.
Ma Xianglin, unfortunately, didn’t hear a single syllable.
He continued charging through the rebel ranks alone, white horse plunging forward like it had personally offended the concept of fear. His silver ar ...
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