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10/02/23
*Golden Horde*
Get thousands of people.
Order them fight.
Like one organism,
During central command.
Every moment was a struggle.
Nothing to lose.
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How many of soldiers,
Oh, even don't count.
Riders were coming.
Damn, you're almost in trouble.
Evil will mount!
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