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pine straw erupted into tall flames. Dozens of rednecks were caught in it. Their screams were horrifying to hear. Despite the massive death caused by Adams wall of fire, the Rednecks continued to press. We fought desperately to keep them out of the walls. From time to time, I heard a shot gun blast amid our own firing, and a defender would fall. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hancock’s chest explode in blood just before he fell from the platform on which he stood. At the battle continued, I heard less and less gunfire. Both sides seemed to be running out of ammunition. Suddenly, I heard shouts from my left. I turned and looked. The wall had been breached. The king, his daughter Sunshine, and three other hippies were hacking and stabbing at the Rednecks that were coming through. It was plain to see that they would be quickly overwhelmed.
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