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... ge, the river flows silently in the moonlight.
A bastion stands at the bridgehead of the wooden bridge, with a three-meter-high checkpoint at each end and a shallow trench dug in front of the checkpoints.
In the gaps between horse barricades, spiked stakes, and trenches, hundreds of refugees, blocked in front of the checkpoint, sleep on the ground, shivering in the autumn chill.
Two church flags flutter on the walls, as seven or eight night guard soldiers, with their head ...
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