By May, the border climate finally began to warm up, but the night wind was still icy cold against the face.
The soldiers guarding the city had a rare moment of relaxation in the first half of the night, roasting meat around the fire. The meat, without any seasoning, emitted a strong muttony smell, and the aroma of the meat filled the air, carried far by the wind.
These sheep were a gift from an old man from a nearby nomadic family.
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