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Too quiet.
A low wind ran its fingers through the golden grass of northern Suiyuan.
General Fu Zuoyi stood on a ridge above the valley.
Behind him, sentries crouched by camouflaged trench lines, their rifles steady but their hands nervous.
Below them, across the wide basin, came shapes that didn’t belong horsemen in unfamiliar uniforms, columns of men in patchwork gear.
"They’re coming," his aide whispered.
Fu Zuoyi didn’t answer.
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