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Kuang Zhuoma Headquarters.
The curfew whistles carried far and wide, and golden lighthouses swept through the stretches of tile-roofed houses, leaving the streets bleak and desolate.
The pickup carrying Li Yan crested the earthen mounds of the desert, passing by sentinel towers and heading inward.
The town had grown in size but had become markedly quieter, even carrying a hint of a tense, uneasy atmosphere.
"Please understand that recently there have been more and more extremists launching attacks. Black Star's armored vehicles have issued orders to completely refuse the intake of refugees, but still, many with ulterior motives have infiltrated."
A soldier pointed toward a stretch of charred rubble not far off.
"They carry petrol bombs for suicide attacks, injuring not only civilians but many of our soldiers as well."
Behind the movable prefab houses, the occasional refugee could be seen peering out.
