On this particular day, the weather was exceptionally sultry, and the atmosphere between the two camps was as stifling and oppressive as the air itself.
In the tall grass beside the Wulong Country camp, a stray dog suddenly bolted out. The dog was skin and bones, its fur matted and messy, and it had a bone it had picked up from somewhere clamped firmly in its jaws as it swaggered toward the camp.
A sentry from Wulong Country was standing guard outside the camp. Seeing the stray dog, he muttered with annoyance, "Where did this mangy mutt come from? Filthy thing, stay away from the camp!" With that, he picked up a small stone and hurled it at the dog.
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