"The lord **** bless! Capture prisoners! Capture prisoners!"

"Don't chop necks, chop arms! Knock off their weapons, knock them down in the snow, and tie them up with hemp rope!  …"

"Law, law!"

The sky is getting dark, and the clear sunshine is a short song of joy. And the coldness of the snow is the eternal theme of the snow field, just like the cold fighting of tribes in this land.

"The Lord God testifies! There are more than 20 people in the big ship tribe, less than half of them hold

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