Chapter 110 "You will never understand the willpower we can muster at this moment when our country is invaded and our people are abducted!"
The Beirong army counterattacked frantically.
The Yitiantian mountain stream is not spacious. Even if it is accessible, it is not easy to wade through chest-deep cold water for several miles.
A large number of fleeing Northern Rong cavalry were blocked in front of a high mountain. Thunder rumbled faintly and dark clouds surged overhead. The dark mass of the imperial army in the rear was in high spirits and rushed forward in pursuit without stopping for a moment.
There was hardly any room to breathe.
The Northern Rong horses, sensing the overwhelming danger of a mountain, neighed and scurried away in agitation. But the people were quite the opposite. The Northern Rong were an extremely fierce people. With nowhere to turn and pursuers behind them, their ferocity was only aroused. After a moment of agitation and beating, they soon erupted in furious cries and charged forward, scimitars in hand.
The sound of blades piercing flesh and blood spurting out were heard. Both sides roared in rage and fought a bloody battle.
The Northern Rong army was fighting frantically, trying to break out in all directions. The royal army and the eight cavalry divisions were fighting desperately at this time. In the melee, they even ignored the orders issued by the royal flag.
Xie Ci quickly adjusted the battle formation, and the imperial army that was chasing them quickly surrounded the Northern Rong army. The battle was so fierce and bloody that it lasted until noon, when the Northern Rong army finally showed signs of being unable to hold on.
Xie Ci had been watching Hu Yande all the time. In the chaos of the battle, the royal flag was erected at the back of the Yitiantian exit. Hu Yande handed the exit to Zuo Xianwang An Hanshu. With red eyes and a scimitar in hand, he led his army to turn around and fight back.
Amidst the chaos, Xie Ci glanced over to Hu Yande, who was locked in a fierce battle with Kou Wenshao's troops. Kou Wenshao, the oldest of the four Qin, Chen, Su, and Kou, was already in his early fifties. He took Hu Yande's powerful, rock-splitting blow head-on, his knuckles shattered and his arms sank downward as the scimitar slashed toward his head. At the last moment, a silver spear suddenly pierced the gap between them. Xie Ci shouted fiercely and, with a backhand strike, deflected Hu Yande's scimitar, saving Kou Wenshao.
Two strong war horses, two of the most valiant war kings at that time, Huyan De's brows were ferocious, Xie Ci's were solemn and dignified, they stopped for only a moment, Huyan De shouted loudly, and started fighting fiercely.
The charge lasted for half an hour, and both sides were covered in blood, but Hu Yande quickly took advantage of the momentum of the charge and escaped into the chaotic army.
Because it was almost noon, after more than an hour of frantic fighting, the Beirong army still had no chance of successfully counterattacking.
Hu Yande turned around immediately.
He can't die!
He doesn't want to die either!!
As long as he led the royal army to the West Pass, there were still 100,000 elite Northern Rong soldiers there. Even if he retreated to the grasslands, he would still be the king of the Rong Kingdom. After recuperating, he would still have a chance to make a comeback!
"How about it?"
Hu Yande's troops dug a hole, and he quickly retreated. The hole closed, and he rushed back to the narrow passage. But the bad news was that An Hanshu's face was covered in blood scabs and sweat: "We've dug through, but there are Wei soldiers blocking it!"
An Shuhan was holding a scimitar, his long braid was messy, and his eyebrows were terrifying and stern.
Hu Yande's brows turned ferocious for a moment, and his cheeks twitched a few times.
An Shuhan grabbed Hu Yande's hand and said, "King! We can't wait for Shanjian any longer!"
Who knew when they would be able to break through successfully? They had to be prepared.
As An Shuhan spoke, he rushed out and quickly dragged back several corpses from the ground with his men. He also quickly stripped off the left-side armor of the blood-stained cavalrymen.
The battle lasted until noon, when the Northern Rong army finally couldn't hold on any longer. The last few powerful tribes united together and charged desperately in one direction to break out. The remaining large number of Northern Rong cavalry were finally killed and thrown into disarray. Even the horses rushed forward madly for their lives and could not be controlled at all.
Xie Ci put away his spear, took his strong poplar wood bow, put an arrow on the string, pulled it to the full length, squinted his eyes and aimed at the Beirong King's flag in front of him, and fired three arrows in a row. Each arrow hit the same position on the flagpole accurately.
"Galala—"
The Beirong royal flag shook violently several times, and with the last shake, there was a sound of the wooden pole breaking, and the entire flag collapsed and fell heavily to the ground!
The Northern Rong army let out a tragic howl and fell into complete chaos.
Xie Ci quickly spotted the Northern Rong King Hu Yande, who led his army to charge, but he soon discovered that it was a fake!
The man was stabbed to death by a spear. Xie Yun jumped down and turned his face to take a look. Xie Ci lowered his eyes and took a look. He had an excellent memory and recognized him at a glance. This was just one of Hu Yande's guards.
He suddenly raised his head and looked around, his expression sharp to the extreme: "We must find Hu Yande and kill him!"
The sky was filled with billowing leaden clouds, and the mountains and plains were covered with chaotic soldiers. The Northern Rong army was in disarray, like a dumpling squeezed hard, most of it remaining in the palm of your hand, but a few breaches had broken out, and some were desperately escaping in all directions. Their own generals were hurriedly leading their troops in pursuit.
This is unavoidable, but with such a dispersion, only large groups can return, and there will inevitably be many remnants escaping.
Xie Ci had a natural enemy intuition that Hu Yande must have broken out.
He has been in control of the war situation until now and has defeated the Northern Rong army again, but he will not be considered a winner as long as he does not kill the Northern Rong King Hu Yande.
As soon as the remnants of the Northern Rong army dispersed, Xie Ci immediately rode his horse up the hill and stood on the commanding heights of the cliff to the left of the Line of Sky.
Suddenly looking around, he saw from a distance that Qin Guan was leading his army in pursuit on the left, and some unit of Northern Rong soldiers were running around in panic; right in front of him were generals such as Yuan Wenzhao, He Xi, Pang Li, and Qiu Yunying, who were encircling the enemy with all their might and shouting, "Encircle and capture them!" Many Northern Rong cavalrymen ran to the side of the mountain, abandoned their horses, and climbed and rolled up the dense forest on the mountainside.
Xie Ci shifted his gaze and suddenly turned to the right. Finally, his eyes scanned the angle between the right and the front, and suddenly fixed on the dozens of riders running in the front!
That was the direction opposite to Xiguan, which was the other side Xie Ci looked at at first, and those dozens of riders seemed to be running around in a scattered manner.
But Xie Ci discovered at first glance that these seemingly chaotic remnants of the army were actually controlling the reins to keep moving in the same direction.
He immediately locked his eyes on the rider in the middle of the two soldiers running in the front, who were standing closely side by side in a guarding posture. He was wearing ordinary gray-blue cavalry armor, with an exceptionally strong back, and was riding his horse with all his strength.
"Huyan De is over there!"
Xie Ci jumped down and landed directly on the horse's back. As he swooped down, He Yuan and Qin Xian had heard the news and came to meet him, along with Chen Luo, Qin Yong and Xun Xiao. Xun Xiao's face was stained with blood and his eyes were surging.
Xie Ci immediately summoned thousands of elite soldiers and chased them madly to the right front.
Along the way, they met Su Wei, Chen Lang and others, who quickly followed their battalion and quickly deployed their troops to chase and intercept them!
Huyande, An Hanshu, and their personal guards rode extremely fast. When they heard the sudden and loud clatter of horses' hooves from behind, Huyande was filled with hatred. He shouted fiercely, "Thank you! Thank you!"
Huyan De and others ran as fast as they could, fleeing all the way forward, climbing over mountains and rushing through icy rivers. Finally, they were successfully caught up by Xie Ci in a valley about fifty miles east of Wangguling.
The mountains and forests on both sides were dense and deep. Both sides had abandoned their horses and rushed into the mountains and forests covered with long and yellow grass.
Huyan De was soaked all over, and the wounds on his back and cheeks had turned white from being repeatedly washed by the running water. Suddenly, he heard the urgent rustling sound from behind him again. He was filled with hatred, but he could not run a few steps before dozens of arrows were shot out, and several guards around Huyan De fell in a pool of blood again.
He was protected and fell to the ground. Huyan De pushed away the corpse of his trusted guard, who had already been surrounded by Xie Ci and his men.
The withered yellow of the mountain grass has spread to the roots, leaving only a small bit of green at the bottom, a mixture of long grass and gravel. There are not many trees in this location, and the brightest light falls on this small hillside.
Hu Yande had a ferocious look on his face. The two most embarrassing times in his life were once caused by Xun Rongbi, and the other one was happening right now. Thank you!
"Bastard! You bastard!"
He grasped the scimitar tightly and jumped up. Huyan De's face and body were covered with new and old scars and blood. He was filled with hatred and looked extremely ferocious.
He was proud of his extraordinary talent and great ambitions. Although he suffered a severe setback at the hands of Xun Rongbi when he was young, it must be said that he had learned everything he needed to learn, and even surpassed his teacher in many aspects.
Spies, intelligence, alienation, incitement, creating opportunities, powerful invasions, ships, equipment, wartime popular support, building strategic depth, every step and every strategy of Hu Yande was remarkable, and the Northern Rong army under his command was also the most powerful in the world. It turned out that it was definitely not something that the so-called court army with different people's hearts could resist.
Huyan De's father was disliked by the old Northern Rong king, and Huyan Jin himself had a legitimate wife and more than one child. After returning to the royal court, he not only overpowered his half-brothers but also surpassed countless descendants of the old Northern Rong king to be established as the heir to the throne. After assuming the throne, he campaigned across the land, conquering and winning hearts and minds, ultimately uniting the Rong kingdom. He truly possessed extraordinary abilities.
So Huyan De could not accept it at all. He was defeated by the combined forces of the imperial court with different opinions, and ended up in the dead end today.
Xie Ci said calmly, "A shameless, disloyal, and righteous person would naturally teach such a student."
Failure becomes inevitable.
There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and he thought of Xun Rongbi, the man he once regarded as a father.
"You will never understand the willpower we can muster at this moment when our country is being invaded and our people are being abducted!"
Xie Ci never thought that the current situation of the war was his own achievement.
His father, brother, Pang Huai, Gao Minggong, Wen Taishi, and even Feng Kun were eventually counted as one of them. These many people sacrificed their lives before dawn, or fought until now, and even the morale of these tens of millions of ordinary soldiers.
They fought one after another, just to defend their country.
Xie Ci didn't waste any words. With a "clang" sound, the goose feather knife was unsheathed and he quickly killed Hu Yande.
The body fell on the yellow grass on the gravel beach, its eyes wide open, as if it had died with its eyes open.
Xie Ci didn't even look at them again. Chen Luo, Xie Yun and the others quickly drew their swords and dealt with the remaining Wang Wei. He turned around quickly, walked out of the dense forest, and jumped on his horse.
Xie Ci ordered the troops to withdraw and turn back. The war horses spread their hooves and galloped back to the Yixiantian battlefield.
It's quite far away from here. From a distance, you can see the smoke and dark clouds entangled together, which is eye-catching and obvious.
Xie Ci looked at the narrow gap in the sky and thought of Feng Kun. His mood was inevitably complicated, but he knew that he should actually go and save Feng Kun.
If you want to win back the Zhenwu Army, saving Feng Kun is the best way.
Another thing is that no matter what Feng Kun thought, it was a fact that he led his troops to block the Yixiantian Sky, so he should rescue him.
But Xie Ci didn't care about these things at all. When he got the news, he immediately passed the message to the Zhenwu Army, and Fan Dongyang hurried over with a part of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses.
But the reason why Yitiantian is the only choice for Beirong is because this is a large area of continuous mountains and requires a long detour.
Calculating the time, Fan Dongyang was afraid it would be too late if he went around.
I wonder how Feng Kun is doing?
The 20,000 Zhenwu troops encountered such a fierce attack, and I'm afraid not many of them survived. I just don't know if Feng Kun was among them.
But he thought of Concubine Mu and didn't dare to say anything.
He finally had time to distract himself and immediately ordered Chen Luo and Xie Yun: "You two, go around and take a look."
One will lead the troops, the other will be a light traveler, let's go now.
Chen Luo and Xie Yun looked at each other and immediately responded, "Yes!"
…
Let’s talk about Feng Kun.
The narrow passage had actually been dug out a long time ago, and it was the only way out. The Beirong soldiers who swarmed in and dug with their swords and knives worked like crazy with all their might, and soon dug down the hastily built fortifications. The surging water quickly pushed them away.
The winding tributary rushed out, and behind the mountain stream, the autumn wind whistled past. The dark mass of Wei army appeared behind the stream, and at the head of the group was a gorgeous and sharp man in black armor, with a green cape fluttering in the wind.
The Beirong cavalry rushed out like a tide, and immediately engaged in a bloody battle, with blades drenched and the fight to the death.
The terrain of this depression was extremely complex, with mountain streams, rivers, steep slopes, and cliffs, undulating and extending in a trumpet-like pattern. Blood quickly dyed the ground red. A Northern Rong soldier threw down his scimitar and jumped into the artificially deepened river. The Wei soldier chased him and stabbed him, causing him to struggle and tumble in the water.
Feng Kun held the sword in one hand, and it was exactly as he had imagined. His youth flashed through his mind frame by frame. His father, mother, and Yue'er were all fine at that time.
Yin Luo followed him in and out every day, which made him very disgusted.
But for his sake, Yin Luo eventually became a eunuch.
Blood splattered on his face. When he was young, he said he wanted to join the army. His father took him to the top of Changyuan to overlook the outside of the Great Wall. On the top of the city wall, there were golden weapons and iron horses, and the scene was orderly and murderous.
The fighting on this side of Yixiantian was extremely fierce, with everyone fighting desperately! The number of Zhenwu soldiers around him dwindled, and finally Feng Kun collapsed heavily beneath the rocks. He had slit the throat of a Beirong general, leaving a vertical wound from his chest to his navel. Blood gushed out, quickly staining his cheeks, dark armor, and inner garments red.
In the confusion, he heard Yin Luo's heart-wrenching roar. Yin Luo was besieged by seven or eight Northern Rong cavalry generals. The group he killed tried to rush over, but another group quickly surrounded him. Arrows swooped down on him like locusts. Yin Luo was forced to the side of the cliff. Feng Kun stretched out his hands and tried to get over, but he could no longer move.
At the last moment, there was a sudden sound of clattering footsteps. Someone leaped down from the rock above his head and rushed towards the cliff where Yin Luo was forced to fall. One of them, who was tall and petite, ran over and knocked over a few people. Finally, he pulled the corpse of the Beirong soldier that was pressing on his face and body.
Feng Kun panted and tried to focus his eyes. He had an oval face with willow eyebrows, almond eyes, and a pair of warm brown eyes that looked around with spirit. He was sweating all over his head and face, and his body was covered with black armor.
It’s Gu Wan.
…
After Xun Xun was exposed, the first thing Gu Guan did was to rush into the battlefield on horseback to notify the imperial army and immediately eliminate Xun Xun's men who had been exposed.
After doing all this, the group hurried and were out of breath.
Gu Guan and his team had completed their mission, but after rushing out, they saw a rosewood box and a broken red wedding dress that had fallen to the ground from a distance.
Both had been trampled to pieces by the repeated horseshoe-hoofed military boots.
Gu Wan's heart skipped a beat. She had already received news from Yixiantian, Zhenwu Army, Feng Kun?
She was quite surprised.
But she thought about it and decided to save Feng Kun.
Not just because of the Zhenwu Army.
To be honest, Feng Kun did poke her a lot, but today, the past is written off. After all, Feng Kun had made it clear from the beginning that he wanted to use them, and they asked for something and got it in the end. This was a transaction, and they were not victims.
He came to her aid twice and lent her her wedding dress.
Feng Kun is not a very good person, and he has his own goals, but judging by his actions rather than his heart, no one in the world is perfect.
Just because of these two times of assistance and the wedding dress that was as beautiful as a golden peacock, Gu Guan felt that he should make this trip.
She picked up the red wedding dress that was stained with mud on the ground, took out the bag of dry food, wrapped it up, tied a knot and carried it on her back.
I wish Feng Kun were still here.
The two armies have fought a bloody battle and experienced the line between life and death. I hope that his idea of committing suicide for love without knowing the meaning of life will be dispelled.
Gu Guan quickly jumped on his horse and with a command, the group quickly went around to the other side of the narrow passage.
When we arrived, it was almost noon.
There were not many people still standing. Gu Wan and his group rushed down the hillside. From a distance, they saw the largest group of people, Yin Luo, who was covered in blood and forced to the edge of the cliff by arrows and siege like locusts.
As soon as Yin Luo jumped off the cliff, seven or eight Beirong soldiers who were eager to kill followed him, and the rest scattered and fled.
Gu Wan glanced around and didn't see any important Beirong figures. The Beirong cavalry at the narrow pass behind were climbing up with difficulty, and not many of them were rolling down, so she ignored them.
"Hurry! Hurry, over there—"
Xie Hai, Xie Feng, and the others jumped into their stirrups, rushed towards the cliff, and jumped down. Gu Wan didn't see any other acquaintances, but Yin Luo was there, and Feng Kun must be there.
She quickly bent down and searched for the bodies lying on the ground, all the way to the bottom of the rock. She grabbed the shoulders of the Beirong soldiers one by one and finally found Feng Kun.
Feng Kun's eyes were half open and half closed, her fair and feminine face was stained with blood, and she was lying in a pool of blood, seriously injured.
Gu Guan quickly tore off the medicine bag on her body and stopped the bleeding temporarily, otherwise he would have died soon.
Feng Kun opened his eyelids, looked at her, then closed them again.
He was really lucky to meet Gu Guan, who had studied medicine, otherwise he would have been dead today.
Feng Kun was half unconscious, but still conscious. He felt Gu Wan cutting open his armor and pressing on his shoulders, back, thighs, and finally forehead, turning him over and over. He was very strong but his movements were quick and gentle.
Finally she said happily, "The bleeding has stopped!"
The first aid was completed, but she had to send the patient back to the medical camp as soon as possible, otherwise she couldn't guarantee anything.
The sky is covered with dark clouds and an autumn rain is about to fall. Hypothermia alone is enough to put the precarious life in jeopardy.
She shouted, "Hurry! Those who are lightly wounded, those who are not injured, quickly carry the seriously injured, we are going over there!"
She stared for a moment, then quickly pointed in the direction of a cliff sloping southward: "Xie Zi! Quick, ride back quickly, bring the tents and military medicine and supplies—"
She stared at the opening in the sky. Even the Northern Rong soldiers who had been climbing down the opening had stopped and gradually thinned out until they disappeared. She guessed that Xie Ci must have completely controlled the fighting situation and the battlefield.
Gu Guan quickly pulled Feng Kun to sit up, put him on his shoulders, squatted down, and carried him on his back.
Feng Kun was already awake, but he had no strength. He froze, his lower abdomen pressed against Gu Wan's waist and back for a moment, and he subconsciously tensed up. His eyes widened and his face was embarrassed, but Gu Wan complained: "Hey, you are heavier than Xie Ci!"
When she recited Xie Ci, Xie Ci was still young.
However, when comparing the two, it is obvious that in Gu Wan's mind there is no difference between them.
Because of the sensitive position and the sudden disappearance, Feng Kun couldn't help laughing.
He was not tense, but actually, he had lost too much blood, his voice was hoarse and dark, and he chuckled softly twice.
He lowered his eyes to look at Gu Wan. The girl's ears were pink and round, her hair was disheveled, and half of her cheeks were covered in black dust. However, her hands were clean. She had just hurriedly rinsed them several times with the water bag before stopping the bleeding.
He recalled that Gu Guan never seemed to be afraid of him, no matter when he was in power and they were in danger, or when he skinned Feng Qian, or when there were all kinds of negotiations, palace coups and borrowing troops later.
She was nervous, disgusted (Feng Qian), bold, and pleading, but she was not afraid, and her attitude towards him never changed.
When he lowered his eyes to glance at her, Gu Wan was struggling to climb up the slope. Xie Feng and the others had gone to help the other wounded, and she was the only one there. After she took a few steps, mud and sand rushed down and she slid down. She quickly took a horse stance to steady herself, and with a grimace, she went around to the other side to a farther place.
While walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, she kept talking to him, "Don't laugh, or you'll die!"
The autumn wind blew coldly, carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood. Feng Kun didn't really care whether he lived or died. He had never deliberately thought about his future, but he had lost the motivation to strive. After annihilating the old emperor's entire family, he felt dull and empty.
It's not that he hasn't thought about committing suicide to accompany him. To him, life and death don't make much difference. After settling Fan Dongyang and others, he will be relieved.
The autumn wind was blowing, and his body gradually felt cold. When Gu Wan told him to hold on and not die, he snorted, and a few strands of his messy long hair fell down, making his face look as pale as paper, with a kind of broken and feminine beauty.
Don't die?
He stared blankly at the bleak autumn wind blowing through the mountains for a long while. The blood was dyed red, and the yellow grass withered and withered, rustling in the wind. Feng Kun suddenly asked her in a hoarse voice, "What would you do if Xie Ci died?"
Tsk, this question is really too weird.
Although Gu Wan didn't like to hear it, she asked Feng Kun if she had forgiven him. She thought for a moment and said, "I definitely won't commit suicide for love. If he were alive, he definitely wouldn't want me to do that."
"I'll probably do some of the things he wants to do, and some of the things I want to do."
Feng Kun's breathing behind him was heavy and his voice was low. Gu Wan was worried that he might faint, so he spoke very seriously.
The wind in late autumn was very cold, and the two of them started chatting.
Gu Guan's tone was a little light, with a sigh: "He has devoted his life to the peace and prosperity of the country. So I will travel to the bustling cities and rural towns to see them for him and then tell him."
She whispered, "Is there anything she wants to do?"
Feng Kun didn't answer her.
Gu Wan thought for a while and said, "When you are old, I will take care of you." Feng Kun poked her a lot. He mentioned the sending of troops, the wedding dress, and today. She felt that since he had borrowed the troops in the name of his cousin, he couldn't just take advantage of her.
Feng Kun laughed in anger: "It's still uncertain who will die first."
Gu Wan couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, but I have children, a son and a daughter. I'll let them do it for me when the time comes. When they pay their respects, they can just call you uncle."
Feng Kun sneered.
Just son, daughter, he chewed on these two words, with a hint of bitterness on his lips and teeth, he would never have them.
Feng Kun remained silent for a long time. The two of them were silent for a while. When Gu Guan climbed up a slope with heavy panting, he stopped to breathe for a while, then continued walking forward. The wind ruffled Feng Kun's hair. He said, "I will never bow down to Xie Ci."
This is also one of the small reasons why he did what he did today.
For someone as arrogant as Feng Kun, it is absolutely impossible.
When he said this, the hoarse voice regained its sharpness.
Gu Wan sighed, "Who says we have to bow down to him?"
It was really unfair to Dou E. Xie Ci never liked others to bow down to him, let alone kneel down to him. Even if that day really came in the future, he would probably need some time to adapt.
This is just a means to achieve an ideal.
It carries a lot of things.
"Being an emperor is so tiring," he said, not being pretentious. For someone who wants to be the emperor of his dreams and doesn't have a strong desire for power, this is truly a burden. "He still has so many battle wounds, he needs to take good care of himself. When I get old, I still want to see the beautiful mountains and rivers."
She complained.
What he said actually came out with true feelings.
Feng Kun sneered. He really didn't know what these people were thinking.
He was too lazy to pay attention to her and let her chatter on for a long time without saying a word, closing his eyes and pretending not to hear.
Gu Guan soon ran out of words. The South Cliff over there looked close, but it was actually quite far away. She climbed the slope with heavy panting. Feng Kun's hands were getting colder and colder. She spoke lightly, but her heart was already in her throat.
She walked faster and faster, hoping that Xie Zi would come back soon!
Fortunately, just as she climbed to the flat slope in front of the south cliff, she heard the sound of rapid marching like muffled thunder.
Gu Guan and his companions traveled light and came directly over the mountain. They even abandoned their horses, so they were fast.
Fan Dongyang led tens of thousands of troops to provide support, but they couldn't take this shortcut. They took a long detour to bypass the mountains. Without a map, they bumped into other people for a while before finally arriving here.
The rumbling sound of horse hooves was extremely rapid. From a distance, Gu Wan saw the flag of the Zhenwu Army and was overjoyed!
As they got closer, they saw Fan Dongyang's horse and figure. Both of them noticed each other at the first moment, and Fan Dongyang rushed over here eagerly.
Gu Wan quickly shouted: "Quick! We are here——"
The author has something to say:
The lunch boxes were distributed, but they were for Hu Yande, not Feng Kun. Before today, Feng Kun did have the will to die, but he should be feeling better now.
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