The smoke of war was thick. Streaks of fire cut through the night sky. Below Tai-an, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.
Attacking the city at night was the suggestion of a low-ranking officer in Yang Hu's army. He had been an officer to begin with. The field assigned to him by the Garrison had been taken away by Liu Jin's greedy people, pretending to be hidden land. Without land to farm, he could only become a refugee and flee the Garrison. When Yang Hu's army reached Shandong, he joined the army.
According to his plan, Yang Hu's army would attack the city day and night, with the night attacks being the fiercest. This was because the defenders on the walls couldn't see the White Uniform Army's specific deployment and movements at night. This way, they wouldn't be able to predict the enemy's movements and make preparations. As expected, this method caused the defenders in the city to suffer. The attacks outside the city were sometimes tight and sometimes relaxed. At night, they couldn't see the enemy's numbers. They couldn't predict where the four cities would feint and where they would actually fight. They could only defend day and night and were exhausted.
Yang Hu's patience was also wearing thin. He had originally planned to use Tai-an as bait to lure the Jinan defenders out of the city, so his attacks weren't very fierce. Unexpectedly, the Jinan defenders were biding their time. He had stolen dozens of ships of rations from the canal to feed the men and horses. After squandering them, there wasn't much left. If he didn't take Tai-an, the entire army would run out of rations.
Thus, Yang Hu had given up on his plan to besiege the city and attack reinforcements. He attacked Tai-an with all his might. He had to take the city and use the stored rations in the city as supplies. He would use the city's wealth and beauties to boost the army's declining morale.
Yang Hu's army had four cannons that had been transported with great effort from a nearby county town. The original Garrison officer who had come to serve didn't know much about using cannons. He only knew that when using the cannons, they had to first fix the metal pins, set up metal stumps, and pile up earthen walls. As for the cannons' elevation and target distance, he didn't know anything. However, given the size of the city, every cannon shot would hit the walls or into the city.
The city gates were built with layers of stone to prevent it from being blasted open by Yang Hu's cannons. The walls were riddled with blasts, but when the Heavenly General released the light, Yang Hu's cannons went silent. They still had several barrels of gunpowder, but they'd used up all their iron pellets. Han Bai, the vanguard of Yang Hu's army, remained unmoved. He continued waving his flag and ordered his troops to attack the city with all their might, disregarding the casualties.
The cannons on the top of the city wall let out deafening noises and spewed smoke. The explosive shells suppressed the attack of Yang Hu's army fiercely. Catapults, trenches, and ladders gathered at the blind spots of the cannons nonstop. Stones, fireballs, and smoke balls were hurled at the top of the city wall nonstop. Lives were lost on the battlefield one after another, but no one had the time to look at them.
Inside the central tent, Yang Hu frowned and paced back and forth anxiously. Mu Yun, Tofu Lang, and the other trusted generals stood silently at the side. Yang Hu suddenly stopped in his tracks and said hatefully, "I can't believe we can't take down a mere Tai 'an City after such a long time. Now we've run out of cannons, and Liu Liu's army is blocked outside Dezhou City by Yang Ling. Most importantly, we're running out of rations. Do I have no choice but to give up Tai' an? I don't want to, I don't want to! "
Tofu Lang rolled his eyes and said, "Big Brother, why don't I lead a group of people to search the nearby prefectures and counties again? The rations we find should be enough to support the army for another ten days. Right now, our men and horses are exhausted, but I'm afraid the defenders in Tai 'an City are having a harder time. I don't believe they can hold on for more than ten days."
Mu Yun said, "Big Brother, in my opinion, why don't we lead the army to the south? There's enough rations in the south to supply our army. If we occupy Nanjing, we can support a member of the imperial family of the Zhu family as a puppet. At the very least, we can divide the river and rule the capital."
Tofu Lang sneered, "Surnamed Mu, it seems like the nonsense about taking all of Shandong and forming an iron chain with Shandong, Henan, and Shanxi to choke the capital was your idea, wasn't it? Now that the outcome of the battle has not been decided, you're clamoring to go to Jiangnan. "
Mu Yun smiled and said, "Marching and fighting a war is all about adapting to the changing circumstances. Our original plan was to take all of Shandong, then march north to the capital and kill their leader. But no one expected the imperial court to adapt so quickly. Their army is no longer following behind us in a futile attempt to suppress us. Instead, they're dividing up their territory and relying on the advantage of their cities to contend with us. Our advantage lies in fighting in the field. The only thing we can do now is to make other plans. "
Tofu Lang snorted disdainfully and said, "Ptooey! You're just a hunter, and you think you're Zhuge Liang? What kind of big-tailed wolf are you? If we had taken Tai 'an a long time ago, it would have been fine. If it weren't for your nonsense of surrounding the city and pretending to attack to lure Jinan's army, Tai' an would have been taken long ago. "
"Alright, alright, don't argue!" Yang Hu waved his hand in annoyance. He looked outside the tent and saw that the sky was already brightening. Yang Hu sighed and said, "Order Yi Chenfeng and Li Yeyin's men to immediately cooperate with Han Bai in attacking the city. We'll fight until the sky is bright. If we still can't take Tai 'an, we'll bury the pot and rebel. Then we'll immediately withdraw and head south! "
"Yes!" Seeing that Yang Hu had made his decision, all the generals in the tent cupped their hands and said yes.
Yang Hu walked to the entrance of the tent and looked at the tongues of fire and the sounds of battle in the distance. He shouted in his heart, "Success or failure, it all depends on this battle at dawn!"
* * *
"Success or failure, it all depends on this battle at dawn!"
Not only was he drenched in sweat, even his horse's mane was drenched in sweat.
Six thousand cavalrymen and twenty thousand horses galloped thousands of miles. Their target: Qinghai Lake, the rebellious general Gasi Bu who had at least forty thousand people.
Their speed was astonishing. They traveled at least hundreds of miles in a day. To ensure their combat ability, they only stopped for half a day when their men and horses were exhausted. He displayed the Mongolian cavalry's lightning fast style of long-distance raids to its fullest.
He gathered a large number of troops in the Datong area of Xuanfu and pretended to attack Ming Destiny to deceive others. He led light cavalry to gallop thousands of miles to attack Gasi Bu. This pride and confidence was worthy of being a direct descendant of Genghis Khan. Only Bayan Mengke would have the courage to stake everything on a single throw.
He had no choice but to make this choice. Defeat would not destroy him, but during his most difficult time, his trusted general had betrayed him with his troops. If he was not punished as soon as possible, he would not be able to control his other troops. What was even more terrifying was that Gasi Bu had somehow found Man Duhai, whose whereabouts were unknown a long time ago. He used her prestige and rallying power to make the hearts of the nobles who originally belonged to Man Duhai waver. Some small tribes had already quietly sided with him.
If he did not get rid of Gasi Bu, he would only be able to hold on for another half a year. By winter this year, the forces he had painstakingly built up for many years would all collapse. He had to fight to survive in a desperate situation!
The warhorses galloped on the grassland. Ten thousand cavalrymen were like a violent gust of wind. They brought with them a thunderous roar as they swept past, startling the birds and beasts in the distance.
As long as there was water and grass, the Mongolians did not need heavy supplies. They could travel thousands of miles in a matter of days. As the army approached Qinghai Lake, the sky was still black. Bayan Meng ordered the army to stop and rest. Three hours later, they drank all the horse milk, drank all the water, and ate all the food they had left. Then, before the first light of dawn appeared, they launched their final attack.
The vast and misty Qinghai Lake was still shrouded in a curtain of darkness. Fish leapt between the waves. Cloud gulls, which had risen early, skimmed the surface of the water. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore was accompanied by the occasional cries of gulls. It was spacious and quiet.
There were herds of cattle and sheep within the fences by the lake. The land here was fertile and lush with vegetation. Birds and beasts lived here. It was like a paradise. It was a vast natural pasture, a fertile land waiting to be cultivated.
At this moment, the birds in the grass in the shallow waters were flapping their wings and soaring high. The roe deer raised its head from the thick grass and looked around with its small black eyes. Then, it stuck up its fat butt and ran away in a panic. A moment later, a muffled clap of thunder suddenly rolled over from the place where it had just stood.
Bayan Khan whipped his horse and rode against the cool wind of Qinghai Lake. The endless yurts were already in front of him. What he was looking for was the largest tent with the tall flagpole erected in front of it. The faint sound of thunder came from afar. The first to be alarmed were the cattle, sheep, and shepherd dogs. They became restless and began to let out chaotic cries.
When Bayan Khan's cavalrymen broke through the outer encampment and quickly rushed to the center of the camp, Gasibu's warriors climbed up one by one, hurriedly picked up their weapons and mounted their horses. It wasn't that they didn't have scouts. In this place, there were far too many races. Even though Gasibu's tribe was the most powerful, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be challengers who overestimated themselves.
But the raiders were too decisive and too fast. By the time the scouts saw them and turned their horses back, they were only a hair faster than them. Someone pointed at a place on the steppe where a pack of wolves was charging over and shouted, "It's over there, it's over there!"
Gasibu reined in his horse and looked into the distance. He saw ten thousand horses galloping over, their momentum as sharp as arrows.
Gasibu was both surprised and curious. Whose men were these? Qinghai was the intersection of the two main arteries, the Silk Road and the Tangfan Ancient Road, so there were many races of people here. There were Arabs, Persians, Salurs, Arkhuns, as well as Tibetans, Vilwus, and natives. But their tribes were too scattered and didn't have a unified organization. It was impossible for them to gather into such a tiger-like and orderly cavalry.
The warriors from the yurts all mounted their horses and galloped toward his tent. In an instant, more than six thousand warriors had gathered behind him, and more horses were galloping over from both near and far.
Gasibu gave a satisfied smile. He originally had at least ten thousand qualified warriors under his command. After arriving at Qinghai Lake, he had taken in a few scattered Tatar, Wala, and other small tribes, and even a few Tufan warriors.
Ever since he had miraculously obtained the Empress of the Sea of Mandu, Gasibu had used her prestige as a rare commodity to constantly send people to the tribes and nobles affiliated with Bayan Khan, spreading all kinds of unfavorable news about Bayan. One after another, more tribes had quietly submitted to him. He now had at least fifteen thousand soldiers, the greatest force in all of Qinghai.
"Warriors, charge! Leave the invading enemies here and let their bodies fertilize our grasslands! Kill!" Gasibu, riding a tall and sturdy Qinghai horse, unsheathed his scimitar and gave the order to fight.
Gasibu was tall and valiant, his face a glossy black and red, his features so distinct that they seemed like they had been carved by a knife. Riding on a Mongolian horse that was a head taller than a Mongolian horse, he waved his scimitar and pointed with an intimidating aura. Two thousand-man commanders raised their sabers and leaped off their horses. Responding to the order, they led their troops to meet the two wolf fang arrows Gasibu had shot out.
The soldiers in the rear also charged. The enemy's soldiers formed a sharp blade while Gasibu's army was like a volley of ten thousand arrows. From the looks of it, they seemed capable of completely swallowing the enemy. At this moment, the relaxed smile on Gasibu's face suddenly froze.
The army charging in from the distance had already appeared in his line of sight. The first rays of the morning sun were shining down on their heads. At their head was a large banner, and on the banner was a savage wolf head that danced in the wind as if it wanted to devour people. Gasibu's hands and feet suddenly turned cold. The royal banner of the Mongolian Great Khan and the totem of the Huang Family. The enemy was Bayan Khan.
Dressed in leather armor and wearing an iron helmet, Bayan Meng Ke, with a beard like a halberd, charged at the very front. His royal banner was right behind him. Yesterday's news had said that Bayan Meng Ke was raiding the borders of Ming Destiny. Why … why was he here?
Bayan Meng Ke's army felt their blood boil, but there was only an icy killing intent in their eyes. The enemy had more men than them, but they did not avoid the front. Instead, they used the flanks to charge. Facing the swarming enemy, with a single order, the dazzling sabers shone brightly under the sunlight.
Thunderous shouts rang out, "The Great Khan conquers the rebels! Those who follow, retreat to avoid death! Kill! "
Gasibu's army was stunned. The warhorses were still charging, but the hands holding the reins involuntarily tightened. Their sabers were still raised in the air, but they no longer had that imposing aura.
They had only betrayed Bayan Meng Ke for a short period of time. Their deeply ingrained mentality of obedience and the sacred and inviolable mentality of the Huang Family were deeply ingrained. Suddenly discovering without any preparation that the enemy they were about to fight was the Great Khan they had sworn to obey in the past, they were instantly at a loss and did not know what to do.
If they had received news of Bayan Khan's advance earlier, if Gasibu and his loyal generals had mobilized them before the battle, the soldiers who had fully considered the future of their families and individuals would have mustered the courage to fight to the death against their most revered leader. But now that the Great Khan had appeared, their first reaction was to obey and retreat.
The huge wave of charging soldiers that numbered over ten thousand became the tide of Qinghai Lake. Bayan Meng Ke took the lead, his hand tightly gripping his saber. With a low shout, he waved his hand, and the clamor of killing rumbled like thunder. His cavalry was like a pair of scissors tearing through a taut piece of cloth, charging fiercely through the incoming soldiers. Their target: Gasibu!
The cavalry moved as fast as lightning. Gasibu's loyal generals and trusted subordinates saw that the situation was not good and immediately pulled out their sabers, charging forward with wild roars. The shining sabers and spears collided in an instant, like waves drowning a reef.
The cavalry of both sides attacked, using the Mongolian cavalry's special piercing tactic. Like an axe chisel, they went straight for the core. The trained warriors of both sides knew how to cooperate and coordinate with each other. They were equally brave and equally skilled in battle, but the morale of Gasibu's army could not compete with Bayan Khan's six thousand men of sacrifice.
The warhorses neighed, the people surged, and the battle was fierce. Sabers and spears were swung. The target of the interceptors was the flag with the wolf head, and the target of the vanguard was also the flag. Wherever it pointed, the vanguard and interceptors would meet it. Under the flag, sabers and spears were swung with all their might, and people constantly fell from their horses amidst roars. Regardless of whether or not they were critically injured, falling from their horses meant death.
"Kill!"
Furious shouts and roars, Bayan Meng Ke's eyes turned red. His fierce eyes stared at his former capable subordinates. He spurred his horse forward, sabers flashing like lightning. Countless soldiers fell before his horse. Gasibu also personally joined the battle. With his saber in hand, he leaped on his horse and weaved through the crowd. Both of them stared at each other, but due to the dense crowd blocking their paths, they could not rush at each other for the time being.
Before their eyes, the shadows of sabers and spears flashed continuously. War horses with banners charged past them, and the figures fighting continuously blocked each other's line of sight, but their gazes were never blocked by them. They could always find each other's figures in the shortest amount of time possible.
Bayan Meng Ke swung his saber horizontally, and the ruby and sapphire on the saber suddenly shone with a dazzling brilliance. A cavalier who came at him was cut in half at the waist. Then, he stepped on the stirrups and leaped up with all his strength. Using the momentum of his horse to charge forward, he swung his saber downwards and split the horse's head into two. Amidst the bloody mist that filled the air, he laughed heartily. "Gasibu, come and fight me!"
Gasibu's eyes also turned red. When he heard the challenge, he did not even think. With a thunderous roar, he turned his horse around, gripped his saber tightly, and charged at Bayan Meng Ke. The warriors fighting around them unknowingly quietened down. Under the wolf's head, the saber flashed like lightning, and the horse galloped like a dragon. Among the figures that crossed each other, there was only this pair of heroes …
* * *
The morning sun was like fire. Outside Tai-an City, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.
Yang Hu's siege of the city was in full swing. He had never expected that the battle at dawn outside Tai-an City would not be with the defending army in the city, but with the sudden arrival of the various reinforcements.
He had traversed Shandong and rarely met a decent opponent. When he gathered his troops to attack the city, because of the speed of his movements, he had to obtain the approval of the commander in charge before he could mobilize the soldiers. By the time the commander in charge received the news, he had already succeeded and fled far away. The speed at which the soldiers surrounded him was never faster than the speed at which he moved his troops, so he had never met a decent opponent.
This time, his troops had besieged Tai-an City for a full half a month. He had also considered whether the imperial court would mobilize reinforcements, so he had stationed scouts outside of Tai-an City forty li away from the main roads. Once there was a situation, he would immediately report back. With his current strength and speed of mobile warfare, whether he chose to fight or calmly leave, it was as easy as turning his hand.
However, the possibility of this happening was very small, because Shandong's local troops were stationed in various cities. If they did not transfer troops from other provinces to attack them, they would have to take the risk of breaking out of the encirclement and launching a counterattack on other empty cities. If he lost the battle, he would only lose a few soldiers. If the imperial court lost the battle and lost the city, the commander-in-chief would most likely go to prison. He did not believe that anyone would dare to be so crazy.
However, such a madman had come. Yang Ling had actually mobilized troops from as far away as Qingzhou. Most of the imperial court's troops were infantry. Under normal circumstances, by the time their troops arrived, he would have already reorganized his troops. Everyone would have eaten their fill, sang a tune, and leisurely left. However, what was even crazier was that Yang Ling had actually mobilized all the cavalry in the various armies to fight the vanguard. There was not even a trace of the infantry behind them.
Therefore, when Yang Hu heard this news, he was both shocked and amused. He really could not imagine that the cavalry stationed in each city usually did not exceed three thousand people. Was this small group of cavalry separated from the main force here to fight or to die?
However, he soon could not laugh anymore. This was because the cavalry that Yang Ling had mobilized were all cavalry. Their speed was no slower than Yang Hu's scouts. By the time his people rushed back to report, the cavalry from the various armies had also arrived at the same time.
Their troops had arrived at almost the same time. They had come from different places and different paths, but they had all appeared in the same place at the same time. In some places that were further away, such as Qingzhou, the troops had continuously followed the orders of the imperial envoy and taken control of the cavalry from the various cities along the way. By the time they had gathered near Tai'an City, they had already formed a cavalry of twenty-eight thousand. With the help of the nearby mountainous terrain, this troop was enough to withstand at least five rounds of the White Clothed Army's charge.
Xujialou, Qiujiadian, Taiping Village, Old Sparrow's Mouth … They had come so quickly. They had occupied the important intersections around Tai'an City. Without waiting for Yang Hu to react, they immediately began to scatter caltrops and set up deer horn wood on the roads. Then, they dug pits to trap horses and set up barricades …
Speed was of the essence in war. They had already done it, but why did they not take the opportunity to attack and instead put on a defensive posture? Could it be that they were delusional enough to use the cavalry to march quickly and occupy the important roads with the same nimble mobility, then set up defenses and wait for the infantry to arrive? Would they make it in time? Yang Hu was perplexed by the strange actions of the various soldiers.
Yang Hu decided not to think about it. He decided to leave. Which way to go? In all directions, other than the road to Jinan, which was completely empty, there was not even a shadow to be seen. The other roads were all blocked by soldiers. This time, the generals under his command all said in unison, "Don't go this way, there must be an ambush!"
Great minds think alike, and Yang Hu also had the same idea. Since he had already decided to go south to develop in Jiangnan, now was the time to carry it out. Yang Hu decided to gather his troops to break through Taiping Inn, then choose a path to kill his way out of Shandong and go south.
The scouts shuttled back and forth to report to Yang Ling the movements of Yang Hu's army. Yang Ling met up with the cavalry of the Jinan garrison. Now there were about eight thousand elite cavalry, quietly waiting behind a hillside on the side of the road. Yang Ling stood on the hillside, looking at the flames below Tai'an City and listening to the reports of the scouts.
Hearing that Yang Hu had stopped attacking the city, Adeni said anxiously, "Yang, immediately start the charge. Use your three thousand cavalry to tear open a gap, then throw a large number of grenades and cause internal chaos. Take this opportunity to order all the troops to attack together. The bandit army will definitely collapse."
Yang Ling smiled and said, "Wait a little longer!"
After a while, another scout reported: Yang Hu's army had moved, and looking at the direction they were moving, they were trying to escape from Taiping Manor. The siege troops were retreating and assembling.
This time, even the two military officers in charge of the cavalry were anxious. They looked eagerly at Yang Ling. Yang Ling smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, wait a little longer."
Adeni's plan was good, but the temporarily assembled troops had a big weakness: they didn't want to be unified, so the integration was unfavorable. Although Yang Ling had already expected this and had already ordered a few generals to be chosen from the cavalry troops sent by the various departments to be the commander-in-chief, this was a temporary integration. It was hard to predict whether the army would be routed once they encountered the crazy counterattack of the bandit army. He didn't dare to take this risk.
He could give a death order and order all the reinforcements to behead their commanders if they didn't arrive on time, but he couldn't unreasonably stipulate that any reinforcements that failed would have their commanders beheaded. The first battle had to be fought by himself. If he fought beautifully and cleanly, and beat the tiger down the mountain into a drowning dog, the reinforcements would immediately turn from lazy dogs into a pack of vicious wolves.
Rebirth came from morale. What the Ming army lacked was morale. Looking closely, other than his Iron Cavalry, who were cold and calm, the officers and soldiers of Dezhou and Jinan were more or less nervous. Moreover, he was personally leading the battle. The mentality of the other reinforcements could be imagined. If the reinforcements rushed to attack, it would only become a bad battle.
But what about the White Cloth Army? What kind of army was the White Cloth Army?
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Yang Ling's mouth. He lightly said, "They can fight a vicious battle, but they can't fight a hard battle. Vicious and hard are two different things. Just because they are vicious and merciless doesn't mean they don't care about their lives. When they feel hopeless, they will also flee. Those who can fight a hard battle cherish their lives and are not afraid of death. They will never admit defeat easily, and their military discipline is as strict as iron. The White Cloth Army is a group of roving bandits. Can they do this? "
Yang Ling put his hands behind his back and leisurely said, "Xin Guixi, how long would it take for the border army to suddenly organize and move the troops during a battle if there were 100,000 people?"
Xin Guixi was the commander of his 3,000 Metal Cavalry and a guerilla warfare officer in the border army. He started and thought for a moment before carefully saying, "The military order has been passed down to the entire army. From assembling and organizing to setting up camp … it will take about two hours."
Yang Ling smiled and said, "The border army is well trained. It would still take two hours for a 100,000 strong army to assemble, much less this group of bandits who don't know military discipline. If they can't attack the city, their morale will weaken. If they suddenly hear that they are trapped, their morale will be shaken. If they assemble hastily, their formation will be in chaos! The top wants to retreat, the bottom wants to escape. At this time, we can stab them in the heart. Humph! "
The first ray of sunlight had already shone on the mountaintop. Their eyes suddenly brightened. The mountains were green and the trees were green. It was a different kind of beauty. Immediately, the first ray of sunlight was blocked by the clouds. The sudden light dimmed again.
Yang Ling raised his voice and said, "Xin Guixi, order your men to charge. Take advantage of the fact that their army is unable to form an effective attack formation and quickly cut open their stomachs. Burrow in and throw grenades everywhere. Blow them up! If one camp is in chaos, the whole camp will be in chaos. If a hundred horses are frightened, ten thousand horses will be frightened. At that time, they can only run in disorder. They will not be able to stop an effective counterattack. "
Xin Guixi cupped his hands and said solemnly, "Yes, General!" Then he brushed his battle robe and strode down the mountain. There was a strange cloth bag embroidered on his silk belt. It was grid by grid, and in the grid was a row of short wooden handles. They swayed gently with the movement of his body and seemed to be somewhat heavy.
Peng Xiaobai held a black cannon and sneakily glanced at Yang Ling. Seeing that he was not paying attention to him, he also tiptoed down.
Yang Ling also summoned the generals of the various armies in Dezhou and Jinan, and discussed with the two for a long time. The two of them accepted the order and left. Yang Ling smiled at Adni and said: "Let's go, let's go up a bit more, we can see more clearly …"
"See … see what?"
"See the collapse of a hundred thousand army!"
"Sigh, you can rest assured. I always feel that the number of people charging is a bit weak." Adni sighed softly.
Yang Ling said disapprovingly, "What is there to worry about? War is not just about fists, feet, weapons, supplies, money, but also psychological and human nature. I also observed and tasted the fighting style of the Horse Bandits and the White Shirt Army along the way. That's why I can be so sure. "
Yang Ling took his woman's warm and soft little hand and said proudly, "Besides, the commander-in-chief's every word and action is seen by his subordinates, so the closer the battle is, the calmer you have to be. Look, that mountain over there is the world's number one mountain, Mount Tai. As a commander-in-chief, you have to have the psychological quality to remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses in front of you. "
"Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom ~!" An earth-shattering sound rang out, and the ground under their feet trembled. Coincidentally, the thick clouds drifted away from the sky, and thousands of rays of sunlight came down. It was as if the thunder had shaken a crack in the sky.
Yang Ling grabbed Adni's arm and said in shock, "What … what is that sound?"
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