The cold wind was howling, the wind and sand were blowing, and in the dust and mist, I suddenly saw a group of people coming against the wind.

The hoofs of the horses clattered, the mules neighed, the donkeys and the wheels rolled and creaked, and even the unknown rats flew up and kicked at the leader.

Carts, carts, and wagons, one after another, were loaded with all kinds of supplies, food, clothing, etc., not to mention the firewood, which were piled up on top of the carts like a hill.

That's the amount, you can see it

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