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Up to arms my bretheren, for the enemy is at our gate!
1709 part IIThe light of the lord now shun upon them. Leading the lines of the damned towards a goal, only visible to that of the King. The canons afar hammered the lines of ever decreasing numbers. Farmer sons and fathers alike, screamed in pain and agony, as their memory got quenched by their own blood.
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